Chapter 158 158 It was the young master in front of me
Sun Ning frowned slightly, and saw an old man wearing coarse linen clothes, tall and broad, with a cold expression, leading the group, holding a big sword, followed by Luo Tianchi, Luo Jiayin and other three people.
He was speaking to the two full-time guards who were still kneeling on the ground to accept punishment. They were none other than the prestigious Master of Ziyang Palace in the Golden World, Yajian Sheng Tang Weiyi.
"No……"
"ah……"
The bodies of the two guards were unable to move at all. Tang Weiyi slightly used his semi-saint power to break through their sealed meridians, and suddenly heart-rending screams could be heard.
"The Palace Master of Ziyang Palace has arrived!"
"I really didn't expect that Master Tang Wei, the Sub-Sword Saint, would come. This matter is getting more and more interesting."
"Looking at Master Ya Sword Saint, he is obviously angry, hehe!"
Some people discuss secretly, or gloat and slander secretly.
Tang Wei's expression became increasingly gloomy.
With your own strength, you can't break through the other party's tricks. This is really a shameful thing, especially in front of so many people.
Therefore, the anger in his heart suddenly became more intense. He strode into Jixian Pavilion and scolded in a cold voice: "Who dares to attack the full-time guard of Shenjian Villa?"
"Who is it that dares to kill the respected Mr. Sima Xuan?"
"Why don't you get out quickly and wait for your fate?"
Tang Wei spoke every word, his voice was as deep as iron, and his words were righteous and strict.
He has been in a high position for a long time and is used to giving orders. These words are extremely majestic. Coupled with his terrifying strength, people really dare not look directly at him. Even if it clearly has nothing to do with him, no one dares to look at him.
The young man frowned, his indifferent and somewhat lazy eyes showing a cold look. However, he did not get up from the Taishi chair, but looked at Tang Weiyi striding in with a slow and careful attitude, but there was a hint of indifference in his words.
Very cold meaning: "Who do you think you are, dare to speak to me like this?"
I don’t want to mess around anymore...
The crowd in the hall, who didn't even dare to look directly, couldn't believe their ears.
Is this guy stupid?
How dare he speak like this in front of Master Ziyang!
Even a great saint wouldn't be able to say that, right?
Arrogant! Arrogant! Extremely brainless!
Hearing these words, Luo Tianchi's heart tightened. He had always been afraid of the power of this sub-sword master. He was really frightened, frightened and happy at the same time. He said to himself: "Boy, if you offend the sub-sword master like this, there is someone behind you."
Even if you rely on a great saint, I can't save you. It seems that I was really worried before..."
Luo Jiayin also felt a deep sense of helplessness. She had never seen such an arrogant or stupid guy before.
What a loss for this good skin!
"I am from the Great Jin Dynasty..."
At the same time, Tang Weiyi became furious.
But his stern scolding was just the beginning.
After that, he retreated abruptly.
His whole body trembled, and he stayed there as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were full of shock, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes.
"This kid is dead!"
"Look at how popular he has become, the Master Sword Master. I have never seen such a stupid person."
"It's so annoying! If I were the Sub-Sword Saint, I would crush him to pieces..."
The onlookers did not notice this subtle change. Seeing Tang Weiyi's angry outburst, they all started talking with gloating.
Liang Jianhao, with his admiration for Master Ya Sword Saint and his disgust for this bastard boy, also echoed: "Where did you come from, boy? You are such a coward. How dare you do this to Master Ya Sword Saint?"
Speak! Even if I kill you a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will not make up for the heinous crimes you have committed..."
"Asshole!"
Tang Weiyi roared angrily, finally waking up from a dream.
The next moment, the Sub-Sword Saint, who has been in adulthood for more than a thousand years and is a famous existence in the entire plane, roared like an angry lion and pounced on him like lightning.
The whole hall was suddenly surprised.
Because the one Tang Wei rushed up to was not Sun Ning, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair like an uncle, but Liang Jianhao, one of his teammates who was following him in a polite and cautious manner like a slave, the senior brother of Shenjian Villa.
"You're a bastard who can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. How dare you talk nonsense like this? Do you know who the man sitting in front of you is?"
Tang Wei's eyes were as wide as copper bells, his beard and hair stood on end, he hit Liang Jianhao across the face with a fierce palm, and shouted sternly: "I'll kill you ten thousand times, but I won't be able to forgive you!"
The force was so strong that Liang Jianhao's head almost turned into a rotten watermelon and flew up.
Liang Jianhao only screamed half of his screams before he fainted due to the severe injuries. His entire face was covered in blood and flesh, and he was beyond recognition. He was severely injured in an instant.
Master Yajian Sheng personally took action. Even though Liang Jianhao was nestled in the corner like a sandbag and his breath began to weaken, no one dared to go up to help him up or take care of him.
"This is……"
The onlookers all exclaimed, looking at all this with dumbfounded eyes. They were really confused and didn't understand why there was such a sudden change.
Luo Tianchi trembled even more. He looked at Sun Ning in disbelief, and then looked at Tang Weiyi with obvious fear in his eyes, vaguely guessing something.
Could it be... could everything Li Jiya said be true?
After dealing with the clown-like Liang Jianhao, Tang Weiyi seemed to have obtained a "certificate of surrender" that allowed him to ask for an audience with Sun Ning. He quickly went up to him, stopped seven feet away from Sun Ning, bowed slightly, and made a gesture to meet the great saint.
With some courtesy, he said respectfully: "It's the young master who is in front of you. I really don't know the truth. I hope that the young master will forgive me for offending me. If I had known that it was you, how could I have dared to offend in the slightest?"
The young man still had the same extremely calm posture, his face did not change at all, and his eyes did not waver at all. His fingers, as white as jade, were unconsciously tapping the armrest of the Taishi chair, making a slight sound of "Ba Ba Ba Ba".
Just don't say a word.
Sun Ning's slow and leisurely manner actually contained too much arrogance.
But the sub-swordsman Tang Weiyi's respectful gesture without even daring to raise his waist really gave people such a huge impact!
The whole hall looked at this absurd scene, and finally woke up from a dream and finally understood.
"What do you mean? Master?"
"Who is this young man? Why does even the Master of Ziyang Palace treat him so politely?"
"Oh my God! Who did we meet today?"
Luo Tianchi felt a strong sense of fear in his heart, a deep fear of imminent disaster.
He knew deeply how powerful the Asian Sword Saint Tang Weiyi was.
If you don't understand this with such real evidence in front of you, you are really no different from a fool.
What kind of investigation or testing is needed? What kind of existence is this young man? Not only is Li Jiya’s words not exaggerated, he is even more terrifying!
"How can you be so powerful at such an age? If our Divine Sword Villa provokes such a being, I'm afraid its destruction is just around the corner..."
Luo Tianchi's heart was as heavy as iron, and his head was as big as a bucket.
Luo Jiayin looked at Sun Ning in disbelief. What she saw in front of her made her brain feel a little dull, but she also vaguely understood that when Ya Sword Master made such a statement, it only meant that this young man indeed had an extraordinary identity and
The origin is more terrifying than imagined.
This should have been a scene that made her extremely angry and disappointed.
But for some reason, my heart felt relaxed for no reason, as if some burden had been lifted off.
The look of fear in Tang Wei's eyes was even worse. His waist, which had not been raised, bent down a few degrees, and he said in a frightened voice: "Master Sun, if I really offended you, it was definitely not intentional. If you moved,
Thunder's Fury, I am willing to be punished."
"Forget it."
The young man sitting on the Grand Master's chair finally waved his hand casually, but still did not get up. He asked with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Who are you? You and I... don't seem to know each other, right?" (To be completed.)