Xu Ming saw this scene happening from a distance and rushed over angrily with red eyes.
Xu Kai covered his face: "I'm fine."
He was not seriously injured, but a slap in the face was more of a humiliation!
In particular, Xu Kai was slapped in the face while standing next to Wen Shuai. Immediately, people from various forces around him stared at Wen Shuai, the third prince, to see how he would handle the matter.
"Tell me, why is the Third Prince so frustrated today? A few people appeared out of nowhere to block his way, so it would be fine if he didn't explode. Now that my younger brother has been slapped in the face, he still doesn't dare to say a word.
——Does it mean that he thinks he can’t compete with the eldest prince, so he gives in?”
"possible!"
“I don’t think so—these eight people who dare to block the road must have such powerful backgrounds that even the third prince would not dare to conflict with them easily!”
"No matter what his situation is, there will definitely be something good to watch next, so let's just watch!"
"Is there a good show to watch? It's easy for you to say that! Today, any move of the third prince may affect the final ownership of the throne. Whoever the throne falls on has a huge impact on all of us here.
It’s a relationship—can you calm down and watch the show?”
"Look, Xu Ming has also joined in, making things even more complicated!"
Nowadays, Xu Ming has become famous in Yunqi City, and the major forces regard him as more difficult to deal with than the innate warriors - no, it is said that the Lin family ambushed Xu Ming last time, but nothing happened to Xu Ming, but his own treasure trove
It was taken away; until now, we still haven’t figured out who took the treasure house...
"I will get this slap back for you!" Xu Ming pulled Xu Kai behind him, and then he took a step forward and faced the hook-nosed young man.
"What, you want to hit me?" The hook-nosed young man smiled disdainfully, "Just you?"
Xu Ming spread his fingers and veins popped out.
Wen Shuai whispered: "Xu Ming, they are from the Barbaric Sect."
"A person from the Wilderness Sect?" Xu Ming doesn't care where you are from. Even if you are the leader of the Wilderness Sect and dare to slap my brother, Xu Ming will definitely find a way to slap him back.
The hook-nosed young man thought that Xu Ming had shrunk back in fear after knowing his origin, and became more and more arrogant: "Yes, I am a disciple of the Barbaric Sect. If you can, hit me! I'll put my face towards you, you
Dare you hit me?"
Xu Ming's face was expressionless: "Come over and try!"
"Ha!" The hook-nosed young man seemed to be provoked, "Then I'll come over and hit you if you can. If you don't dare to hit me, just stick your face out later and let me slap it.
Twenty slaps! - Huh! Pretending to be x? Pretending to be x in front of me? Come on, do you dare to hit me?"
As he spoke, the hook-nosed young man really stretched out his neck and raised his face.
Messenger Zhao looked at this behavior with acquiescence; he just wanted to make the conflict bigger. The bigger the trouble, the more detrimental it would be to Wen Shuai.
Wen Shuai glanced at Xu Ming pleadingly, as if to say - Brother, don't be impulsive at this juncture!
The hook-nosed young man became more and more arrogant. His face came closer and closer, and he kept tapping his face with his fingers: "Hit me, beat me! If you dare, beat me!"
"You said so!" Xu Ming said, "Tell me, how many times do you want me to hit you?"
"Hey, how many more strokes are needed! My face is right here, if you can, give me ten strokes first to play with it!"
Xu Ming was speechless - I have never heard of such a mean request! But since you came forward and strongly requested to be slapped in the face, I had no choice but to comply with your wish.
Xu Ming opened his palms.
After practicing "Qilin Arm", Xu Ming felt that his limbs were full of strength.
"Pretending - hit me if you dare! Hit, hit, hit!" The hook-nosed young man was still begging for a slap in the face.
Snap!
An extremely hard slap hit his face mercilessly.
The world seems to have become quiet after this slap...
"You..." The hook-nosed young man covered his cheek that was swollen by a slap, his eyes full of disbelief, "I am a disciple of the Wilderness Sect, how dare you hit me! How dare you hit a disciple of the Wilderness Sect!"
Wen Shuai and Mr. Du couldn't help but secretly shake their heads. What they didn't want to happen happened anyway; having a conflict with the envoys of the Wilderness Sect was undoubtedly extremely detrimental to them.
But then, Wen Shuai's eyes became firm.
What happened today is obviously a deliberate provocation by Messenger Zhao. Even if he gives in, Messenger Zhao will definitely press forward step by step. In the end, there can only be two results - either he will leave with a loss of face, or he will get up again.
conflict.
Therefore, Wen Shuai quickly figured out the key: Xu Ming's slap did not harm him, but helped him draw away his hatred!
Next, whether Wen Shuai jumps out to smooth things over and pretends to be a good guy, or leaves quietly, it seems that this conflict will not have much to do with him.
"I seem to owe brother Xu Ming another favor!" Wen Shuai thought to himself.
Xu Kai could only blame himself secretly: "I caused trouble for Xu Ming again..."
"You...you dare to hit me!" The hook-nosed young man seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool of logic. He couldn't believe that Xu Ming really dared to hit him.
"Silly x!" Xu Ming cursed secretly - it was you who begged me to slap my face just now, and now it's you who is covering your face in disbelief; what exactly are you going to do?
"Hey, put on your face!" Xu Ming said, "There are still nine slaps waiting for you!"
"You are looking for death!!" The hook-nosed young man was full of energy, and he was also an innate warrior!
"Hey, don't block the people in front of you!" At this time, Gu Hanmo happened to arrive with the Wilderness Wufu team.
"Gu...Palace Master..." The hook-nosed young man was just an ordinary disciple in the Wilderness Sect, and he was obviously very afraid of Gu Hanmo; all of a sudden, his momentum was on the verge of collapse.
"Gu Hanmo, you're here at the right time." Messenger Zhao said, "The disciples of the Manhuang Martial Palace you manage dare to beat up the official disciples of the Manhuang Sect and don't understand the rules. Why don't you discipline them properly?"
"What, this happened?" Gu Hanmo looked at Xu Ming pretending to be angry, "You hit him!"
"yes!"
"Where did you get the courage to hit a disciple of the Wilderness Sect!" Gu Hanmo shouted, "Tell me, why did you hit him?"
"I don't want to be beaten either - look at this face, it's full of oil, who would be willing to be beaten!" Xu Ming made a disgusted look and complained, "But he is just stalking me, and he must ask for it.
Hit him! And slap him at least ten times. If you don’t hit him, you won’t let me in—what do you think I can do?”
"Oh...how many times have you hit him now?" Gu Hanmo changed his focus.
"one time!"
"Does that mean there are still nine more strikes?" Gu Hanmo smiled teasingly, "Then hit him quickly. After you hit him, go in. Don't block others at the door!"
"Okay!" Xu Ming stretched out his palm to make a move.
"Gu Hanmo!" Messenger Zhao snorted coldly, "Are you making it clear that you don't want to be unreasonable and want to help this kid bully your own disciples of the Barbaric Sect?"
"Unreasonable?" Gu Hanmo's face turned cold, "Whose side is right? We are all discerning and know it clearly! You insist on talking about your noble status as a disciple of the Barbaric Sect and want to show off in front of me. Try it!
——Humph, by the way, I’d like to remind you that you are just a dog under Elder Liang; just be your dog, don’t really think of yourself as a person! Get out!”