"Qing Ning, what happened?" Seeing that the atmosphere was almost heightened, Wang Qiang took the initiative to speak and came to Meng Qing Ning's side, pretending not to know anything.
When Meng Qingning heard this, she didn't give any face to the people present, and directly teased with disdain: "It's nothing, it's just a group of Lingchen Sect's dogs blocking the road."
"Oh, that's it." Wang Qiang nodded with a half-smile, "I didn't expect the dogs in the city to be so blind. It's really disappointing."
In terms of yin and yang, Wang Qiang is a patriarch-level figure. A few words spoken can make people's teeth itch.
"Boy, who are you?" A Lingchen Sect monk looked Wang Qiang up and down with an evil look on his face.
But Wang Qiang spread his hands and replied naturally: "I'm just an ordinary disciple of Qingyang Sect. What, is there a problem?"
As soon as these words came out, Meng Qingning almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
With Wang Qiang's current status in the Qingyang Sect, if he were an ordinary disciple, Meng Qingning, the daughter of the sect leader, would probably be nothing.
However, Meng Qingning knew the ins and outs of everything, but the group of Lingchen Sect monks did not. After hearing this, they immediately identified Wang Qiang as Meng Qingning's follower or something like that.
After all, there are famous disciples of Qingyang Sect, and they basically all know each other, such as Chu Lingxiao, Meng Qingning and so on. From the beginning to the end, there are no ordinary people who stand out.
"It's getting late, let's hurry up and set off."
Without even looking at the Lingchen Sect members, Wang Qiang calmly spoke to Meng Qingning.
The other party only nodded, and did not want to continue to entangle with the Lingchen Sect's people, so the two of them were about to leave.
But the group of Lingchen Sect monks are not willing to let it go. They have had a grudge against the Qingyang Sect for many years, and now that they meet outside, they will feel very sorry if nothing happens.
So how could Wang Qiang and Meng Qingning be allowed to leave so easily?
"Slow down!" A strong young man stepped forward and blocked Wang Qiang's way. He looked at Meng Qingning proudly and said: "Meng Qingning, you don't want to leave like this. You insulted us before.
What should I do?"
It was obvious that the burly young man was just trying to make up some excuse to cause trouble for Meng Qingning.
As for Wang Qiang, he was not taken seriously by this group of people at all. In their opinion, he was just a little follower, so why did he need too much attention?
On the other hand, if Meng Qingning, the daughter of the leader of the Qingyang Sect, could suppress her well, wouldn't she earn a lot of face for her sect?
"What's the matter, you dogs still want to bite people? Forget it, let me see how strong the disciples from Lingchen's religion are after so many years!" Meng Qingning has never been an easy person to talk to.
You can tell this when Chen almost killed Wang Qiang.
Now facing the provocation from the Lingchen Sect, Meng Qingning naturally didn't look good at all. Her eyebrows were straightened on her pretty face, and one hand was already placed on the storage bag.
In this case, no matter what happens, Meng Qingning can be guaranteed to have enough time to react.
Seeing that things couldn't get better today, Wang Qiang naturally wouldn't push a girl like Meng Qingning out by herself. He stopped in front of Meng Qingning and said lightly: "It's just a few dogs. There's no need to trouble you to take action. I'm alone."
That’s it.”
"Bah, who do you think you are? You still want to fight with us, and you don't even take a piss to show yourself, you..."
"Crack!"
Before the tall monk from the Lingchen Sect could finish his sentence, Wang Qiang stepped forward and slapped him.
The sturdy monk was whipped around in circles several times, half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everyone was instantly covered.
"You bastard, you're looking for death!" He stood there for a long time, until the sharp pain on his face reminded the strong monk that everything was not a dream, and he burst out with a burst of anger, "Fuck them all!"
In an instant, a total of four Lingchen Sect monks surrounded Wang Qiang and Meng Qingning from four directions.
"Qiang!"
The long sword flashing with cold light was unsheathed, and murderous aura instantly filled the entire inn.
Almost all the monks who originally complained in the inn were alarmed and looked towards the second floor, all with scrutinizing expressions on their faces.
But I saw that Wang Qiang did not show any weakness in facing this kind of battle. He even had that signature smile on his lips from beginning to end.
"Qing Ning, please wait a moment."
Turning his head and looking at Meng Qingning, Wang Qiang suddenly took action and disappeared in an instant. The whole inn could hear the sound of being slapped in the face.
"OK."
Meng Qingning didn't even realize what happened, she just responded instinctively.
But when those two words were spoken, everything was over.
"Woooo..."
But they saw that each of the four Lingchen Sect monks had been slapped on the face. But this time, Wang Qiang's attack was even more ruthless. Several of their teeth had been slapped out, and they were all lying on the ground, wailing and rolling.
The entire process, from when Wang Qiang asked Meng Qingning to wait a moment, to when Meng Qingning responded, may not even take a breath.
In such a short period of time, four Lingchen Sect monks were easily eliminated.
These methods are simply terrifying!
Almost everyone in the inn noticed Wang Qiang's presence at this moment. The faces of this group of people were all different, but there was no doubt that everyone at this moment regarded Wang Qiang as a powerful enemy in the journey to explore the Immortal Palace!
Wang Qiang didn't care at all about this kind of thing. He was afraid that too few people would come to trouble him.
Otherwise, how can we collect more protagonist values?
Just like at this moment, Wang Qiang felt very satisfied in his heart when he felt that the protagonist value and luck value in the system had increased significantly.
Although several Lingchen Sect monks are small villains and don't have high utilization value, they can't stand up to a large number of people.
The protagonist value contributed by the four people together can be regarded as a moderate surprise.
After all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Who would think that the protagonist is worth too much?
What's more, today's incident also made Wang Qiang understand one thing sideways, that is, if you want to collect the protagonist's value, you don't need to focus on a child of luck or a villain or the like to slap him in the face.
If you punch hundreds or even thousands of supporting characters in the face at the same time, you can still gain rich protagonist value. In other words, what if Wang Qiang has the opportunity to punch hundreds or thousands of children of luck in the face at the same time?
"Tsk, tsk, wouldn't it explode instantly?"
Wang Qiang nodded with great satisfaction. Wang Qiang was in a good mood.
Squatting in front of the burly monk who had been shouting the most joyful thing before, Wang Qiang stretched out his hand and gently patted the other half of the man's face when he saw the other man's embarrassed appearance.
"Brother, do you know who I am now?"
"Uh huh..."
The strong monk wanted to answer, but with several teeth knocked out and half of his face swollen, he couldn't say a word. He could only cover his face and look at Wang Qiang fiercely.
This made Wang Qiang very happy.
After all, is there anything in this world that is more satisfying than trying to do something about it even though you hate it to the core?