Chapter 27 The traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young
"Your food and clothing are not as good as my dogs? Who allowed you to appear in front of me and disgust me?"
The child stared with big innocent eyes and his words were shockingly poisonous.
"Someone dares to talk to Wang Chen like this." Xiaoyao took a breath, her face was full of question marks and exclamation points. Based on her understanding of Wang Chen, this was a master who had nothing to lose, and also had some boring self-esteem.
and reckless impulsiveness.
At this moment, the child's wrist flicked, and a green dagger in his hand stabbed Wang Chen's chest with a flash of blue light.
However, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and a slap as big as a cattail fan hit the child's face quickly and hard, with a clear and loud sound.
Snapped.
This slap immediately stunned the child, as if a immobilization technique had been cast. His face was turned sideways in one direction and his face was swollen. The clear applause echoed in his ears, and the dagger in his hand was held like this.
It's in the hand and can't be stabbed out.
In the past, no matter how ferocious or scheming a monk he looked, when he saw that he was young, with red lips and white teeth, and an innocent look on his face, he would hesitate and lose consciousness for a moment, and then he would take the opportunity to stab the other person to death.
Has anyone ever acted so decisively and cruelly, and slapped him in the face?
Is there still the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young?
Then, his face showed a stern look like an adult.
The green light on the dagger rises again!
"Do you know who I am? I want to kill..."
Snapped!
Before he drew his sword or finished speaking, another slap as big as a cattail leaf fan came. The child's head was suddenly turned around, and the other half of his face suddenly became swollen, and he was stunned on the spot again.
The scene suddenly became quiet, as if everyone was confused.
"Something big is going to happen!" This scene was too shocking. Some of the diners at the table, some of whom knew the child's identity, stood aside tremblingly, with fear in their eyes, but for some reason they seemed afraid to leave.
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"I want..." The child wanted to scold him again, but he didn't know what to think of and took two steps back, out of the range of the slap as big as a cattail leaf fan.
"You die!" Finally, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the real power surged all over his body. The dagger stabbed through the air very quickly. The tip of the sword was shrouded in a cloud of ice mist. The temperature dropped sharply wherever it passed, and the sword
It hadn't arrived yet, but a cold air hit my face.
"Ice Sword!"
Wang Chen recognized this sword technique. When he saw the flying sword stabbing him, he felt that his blood was hurt by the cold light, and his body stagnated slightly.
"Huh?" Wang Chen didn't expect that the guy in front of him was no ordinary naughty kid.
On one side of his body, he dodged the sword strike. However, his whole body was affected by the icy-cold sword energy, and a layer of frost suddenly condensed on it.
The child looked like he had expected your reaction. He stepped forward and struck Wang Chen's chest with the palm of his left hand.
Suddenly, an unpleasant sound like a cat whining came from his palm, which was very scary!
The ghostly white breath condensed into a vague and miserable grimace in his palm.
"Nine Nether Absolute Pulse Palm!"
Seeing the sudden incident, the two attendants who were stunned for a moment showed fear in their eyes. This young master likes to torture his servants, and he even prefers sinister techniques. This Jiuyou Juemei Palm is extremely sinister.
, the person in the palm will be penetrated into the body by the extremely vicious true power, and the meridians will be destroyed. From then on, he will become a disabled person, which is more uncomfortable than death.
Now looking at the grimace condensed in the palm, his move actually has the embryonic form of the magic formula. It is obvious that he has a deep understanding of this sinister palm technique. If he gets a slap, the feeling will definitely be there.
Better to die.
The sword energy of the Ice Sword caused Wang Chen to slow down slightly. All he could see in front of him was the child's strange palm holding the wind. The blurry face condensed in the palm looked so ferocious. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he punched without reservation.
Go out and face that grimace.
First cut off the opponent's weapon, then use ice magic to freeze the opponent's speed, and then take advantage of its weakness to attack. All steps are within the plan.
A sinister smile appeared on the child's swollen face, as if the humiliation he had just suffered would soon be repaid a hundred times a thousand times.
"You poor people, if you follow other people's cultivation methods, the food you eat can't be as good as the elixirs I take. Is there any magic weapon? For such a thing as cultivation, you don't have money to cure your paralysis?" the child yelled.
He is thoughtful and well-planned. Even the two attendants at the fifth level of Qi Condensation all admit that although this child acts viciously, his thinking and methods are no less than those of adults.
Among the cultivators, if they had not used the magic formula to hide their cultivation, the low-level cultivators would have no secrets before the high-level cultivators. They had long seen that Wang Chen was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and he was an Orion.
In his attire, to put it simply, he is a casual cultivator.
A casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation is just an inconspicuous little stone in Qinghu Bay. And although he, the young master who is known as the evil ghost of Qinghu, is also at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, even the elders of the Qinghe Sect, a large sect.
The talent he wanted to accept as his personal disciple was astonishing. Although the two of them were at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, they could not be said to be this young master's opponent.
If Wang Chen had cultivated to the fifth level of Qi Condensation or above, it would indeed be possible for him to break through the Jiuyou Juemai Palm with his profound cultivation. However, since both parties are at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, this young man who is known as the most talented boy in Qinghu Bay
The young master will never lose.
In their eyes, they seemed to have seen the miserable appearance of the humble cultivator, as if his whole body had been eaten by a fierce ghost, and his meridians were slowly destroyed, turning him into a disabled person.
The punch Wang Chen fired was a boxing technique left behind by a demon sect cultivator under the deep cliff. It is called Shura Fist. It is one of the basic boxing techniques of the demon sect. In terms of grade, it is indeed not as good as the Nine Nether Jue Pulse Palm.
He has learned a lot of things, but this period of practice has made him discover that Buddhist Kung Fu is powerful and mellow, but the main point is to guard it.
Dao sect skills coincide with the moral principles of heaven and earth, and are infinitely variable. However, when it comes to the most direct and powerful attacks, Demon sect skills are the most powerful, and are suitable for head-to-head confrontations.
A blood-red aura enveloped his fist, and a pair of cold eyes emerged from the aura, transforming into a bloody skeleton with two horns.
The two attendants were stunned for a moment, and then they showed shock and rushed forward, making two palm prints.
"The magic formula takes shape?!" Some people in the surrounding crowd exclaimed when they saw the extremely clear blood-red skeleton.
Before the screams of exclamation were extinguished, the punches and palms were already imprinted on one place.
"boom!"
He was so powerful that he overturned the dishes, tables and chairs around him.
The blurry grimace met the Shura Fist, and there was only a slight stagnation before the grimace dissipated in the air.
The child was hit hard by that punch, and there was a crackling sound between the palms of his hands. One of his metacarpal bones was broken in several places. Before he could taste the pain of broken bones, Wang Chen's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
It's a cold expression.
"I'll let you see my magic weapon!" Following Wang Chen's cold voice, panic and fear finally appeared in the child's eyes.