In the eyes of the local residents of Fengdu, most of the practitioners are immortal-level figures, who come and go, mysteriously and mysteriously.
When they need housing and accommodation, every Fengdu resident is willing to help them.
Of course, this does not mean that the residents of Fengdu are willing to accept their arrogant instructions and are superior.
Volunteering and being oppressed are completely different concepts.
"Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly. Do you want me to come over and invite you?"
Tang Xuanming raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
An unspeakable silence fell between the two.
The mountain man disguised by Tang Xuanming was tall and calm, and did not stop because of the sudden order.
The middle-aged practitioner saw that his classmates did not make the slightest move, and his expression became slightly indifferent.
"Hey, even an ordinary person can't shout, smack..."
"You can't say that. Ordinary people are equally worthy of respect. It's better for practitioners not to interfere in their lives."
An elderly monk interjected from the side. He couldn't stand it, but he was fiercely ridiculed.
"Are you kidding me? Practitioners themselves are so superior. How can real dragons and ants stay together? A group of ordinary people who can't even defeat tigers will only embarrass themselves if they insist on being compared to the practitioners."
"It seems like the mountain people here have really not had contact with outsiders for a long time. They can't even tell the difference between practitioners and ordinary people."
…
One after another discussion reached the ears of the middle-aged practitioner, causing her face to become a little distorted, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes, which was anger.
He was angry that an ordinary local resident dared to resist him face to face and did not listen to his words.
He was also angry because of the comments of the practitioners around him. The whispers of the practitioners came into his ears word for word, making him furious.
The long sword at his waist was unsheathed with a clang, and the shining light of the sword made a group of ordinary mountain people scream.
"Hide quickly!"
This is the anxious roar of the mountain people.
"Hey, Kuai Dao Wang Er still has such a bad temper!"
That is the indifferent comment of a practitioner.
"Sigh, it's a bit harsh! But it's time to let these ordinary mountain people know how to write the word respect. We actually have to pay for living here, hehe!"
Someone was laughing eerily in the crowd.
The sharp long sword passed Tang Xuanming amidst the exclamations of a group of people, and was nailed to a pillar behind him. The tail of the sword was still vibrating, making a buzzing sound.
"Now that you know the consequences of disobeying me, you should all work hard for me, otherwise you will all... hmm?!"
The middle-aged man, a cultivator, had a ferocious smile on his face, ready to scare the monkeys and make the mountain people work more efficiently.
But before he finished speaking, he saw that the long knife that was originally intended to pierce the young man's chest had lost its target and did not nail the rebellious mountain man to the pillar as he expected.
He narrowed his eyes, not noticing anything unusual. With a ferocious smile on his face, he approached Tang Xuanming step by step. His successive failures made him angry from the bottom of his heart.
Especially being scorned by an ordinary local resident, who could even be called an aborigine, made him sincerely unhappy.
"No wonder you dare to disobey me. It turns out that you have practiced the Crop Handle Style twice."
"But I will let you know the difference between practitioners and ordinary people. I decided to break your limbs, tie them to pillars, and let you wail here. Maybe with a role model like you, they will work more efficiently.
"
The veins on the middle-aged practitioner's face throbbed, making him look even more ferocious.
He randomly selected a wooden stick as thick as an arm among the building materials, weighed it twice, approached with a wild smile, aimed at Tang Xuanming's left arm, and swung it down.
boom!
The wooden stick was empty. Tang Xuanming moved his steps slightly. The wooden stick that could cut off an ordinary person's arm was right next to him and sank into the ground.
The skin on the middle-aged man's face twitched twice, and before he could react, the tall mountain man grabbed his neck.
"you……"
"Me what?"
The middle-aged man had a look of astonishment on his face, and the condescension on his face suddenly disappeared. He struggled instinctively twice, and found that the arm you were holding on to his throat was like gold and iron, and there was no way to shake it at all.
No matter how slow he reacted at this time, he understood that the ordinary mountain man in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a powerful practitioner.
When the cultivators watching the excitement saw the sudden change, they also let out low exclamations. They originally thought that the outside cultivators were trying to set rules here.
As a result, the situation is now reversed. There are indeed people who want to establish rules, but they are not outside practitioners, but local mountain people.
"Senior...senior, spare...my life!"
Feeling the arm on his throat getting stronger and stronger, feeling the air disappearing from his body little by little, the middle-aged man was completely panicked and no longer had any pride.
"I... didn't know... I didn't know there were strong men like you in the Fengdu Mountains..."
The strength in his hand did not weaken at all, the air became less and less, and the middle-aged man's face turned red.
Looking at the cold face in front of him, he felt the fear of death.
"Sir... have mercy on me!"
The middle-aged man's miraculous face-changing technique shocked Tang Xuanming's heart, but his hand was still steady without any tremors.
"Don't let him go. A beast like this will only go further and further if you let him go."
A young man who was forced to build a house by a middle-aged practitioner roared angrily, his voice trembling: "He doesn't treat us as human beings at all. Two days ago, Ermu was directly maimed by him because he was slow, and now he still
Lying in the room, such a person will never repent."
"Now that we are stronger than him, he can kneel down and beg for mercy. When we are weaker than him, he will come back even harder."
"Yes, we can't let him go."
"These people don't treat us as human beings. If such people can be regarded as gods, then the world has become a hell."
Several other mountain residents also joined in. It was obvious that they had been treated extremely unfairly during these days.
"I think it's better to think about it."
Seeing that Tang Xuanming's face was getting colder and colder, the middle-aged practitioner's face was also getting more and more ugly. Due to lack of oxygen, his face had swollen into an eggplant-like purple color, and he was about to die.
Some practitioners couldn't see it and spoke to dissuade him from the side.
"Yes, yes, you have already lost Wang Er's face. There is no need to push for an inch. They are all practitioners. What's the point of starting a dispute over these ordinary people? I think that's enough, right?"