Chapter 547 A monk can be taught a lesson even if he is a fool, but a monster will cause disaster if he is a ghost!
Huhu~
The cold wind rolled back like a tide, blowing away the diffuse smoke and snow.
Outside the northwest city, there was total silence.
On the moat, outside the gathering place, one after another looked with childlike eyes, only to see a mess within hundreds of feet, almost in ruins. Inside, the Xujing old monk was deep in the mud, and the whole person was pulled in the cold and hard snow.
A ravine more than ten feet long was created.
"Ten dragons and ten elephants drove the Buddha away..."
Xu Jing shook his head, looking disgraced.
His skill level is only one step away from that of Fighting Buddha Yinyue from a thousand years ago, and he is not far behind his senior brother back then.
However, this punch knocked away his energy and blood, causing his teeth to loosen, and his body, which was two feet tall, was knocked back into a small, shriveled body.
Although he had not broken through Heng Lian, what was contained in this punch still frightened him.
Earth-shaking supernatural powers, indestructible diamond, undefeated Tiangang, Buddha throwing elephants, dominating fist, divine fist, old mother's mountain splitting technique...
"Amitabha."
Although he has the strength to fight again, he has no intention of fighting anymore. If he is at a disadvantage in a head-to-head confrontation, he will continue to fight...
Sighing in his heart, with the help of his two junior brothers, he shook off the cold and hard soil and stood up.
Not far in front of him, the northwest king Zhang Xuanyi, his head was crushed, and he knelt heavily in front of the snow wall piled with thousands of corpses.
"he…"
There was deathly silence beside the moat. Even a strong man like Tie Tiaofa could only feel his eyelids trembling wildly. Big boss, Xie Qi looked at each other.
, the former looked strange, while the latter was gnashing his teeth.
fierce!
So fierce!
In one day, three great masters who had been famous for many years were defeated in a row, and the local vassal king was forced to kowtow on the ground.
No matter how he raised the person in front of him, he was always in a daze.
It's only been a few years...
"Decapitation knife..."
Tie Tufa's eyes are very bright, and his fingers can't stop flexing and stretching. He is the most warlike among the giant spirits. Every time he sees a master, his heart is throbbing.
However, looking at the decapitating knife standing in the ruins, seemingly uninjured, I still endured it.
He is extremely talented, and even if he does not have magical powers, he can be regarded as one of the best among the younger generation. However, this person in front of him.
But it is no longer limited to age...
"Yang prison!"
The cold and hard soil was dyed red by Zhang Xuanyi's eyes. The huge humiliation made his mouth swell with smoke and his chest bulged, almost exploding.
Who is he?
Born as the only son of the Zhang family in the northwest, he was a young genius who ascended to the throne despite being weak. He was famous both in the world and in the temples.
A person of high status.
In the past hundred years, only people have knelt down to him. How has he ever knelt down?
Or was he forced to have his head pressed, kneeling in front of a pile of corpses in full view of everyone?!
"That's too much!"
The fire of rage erupted from the Lumen as if it were real, and Zhang Xuanyi's true energy went wild, struggling desperately, but the palm on his head was as heavy as a mountain.
No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail, and he was so angry that he coughed up blood.
"Your Majesty!"
The eyes of all the guests from the palace were about to burst. Some were afraid of approaching due to the power, but others roared and drew their swords, but were stopped by the old monk from the Big Toad Temple.
"Amitabha."
The old monk stopped a group of guests and listened to Zhang Xuanyi's low roar, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Now that the outcome has been decided, even if there is no dignity left, we shouldn't be so humiliated..."
In the martial arts world, masters above the master level all pay attention to their tolerance. Even if they have any grudges against each other, they usually try to show respect to each other.
There are very few people like the one in front of me who would kowtow before the pile of corpses of a feudal king, a nobleman, or a great master.
As a result, he didn't even have a good impression of the Northwest King, and he wasn't moved when he saw his miserable condition.
"humiliation..."
Yang Yu clasped Zhang Xuanyi's neck upside down and stood up from the deep ruins. He looked around at everyone with fear.
There is awe, and there is no shortage of surprise and anger.
"The distance is only ten feet apart. Thousands of corpses that died of cold and starvation are piled up into a wall. I don't see any action from you. Henry Zhang just kowtows. Isn't it just a rabbit's death and a fox's sorrow?"
Yang Prison couldn't help but sneer.
Whether in the arena or in the temple, in really high positions, even if they criticize each other and hate each other to death, once the victory is in hand, they will always try to save each other's dignity.
In this regard, there is no distinction between past life and this life.
But he has never liked this rule, let alone think that pigs and dogs like Zhang Xuanyi are inferior to things and deserve to be dignified by him.
As soon as he exhaled his true energy, he sealed one of Zhang Xuan's acupuncture points. Yang Yu lifted him like a dead dog, not caring about the shocked or frightened eyes of everyone.
Went to the gathering place.
"Amitabha……"
Xunjing clasped his hands together, shook the dirt off his body, smiled bitterly, and sighed in his heart.
He wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.
Yang Yu ignored him and walked slowly to the gathering place. The noise of the previous exchange was so loud that it was impossible not to hear it in the gathering place.
In the darkness, there were countless pairs of eyes watching anxiously, but upon seeing Yang Yu's arrival, they immediately dispersed in panic.
Panic spread from near to far, and soon spread to the entire gathering place.
When Yang Yu walked into the gathering place, there was almost no one around. There was only a child with a sallow complexion, a small and skinny body, who looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, lying beside the road in a daze.
He didn't seem to have a very bright mind. He didn't run away when he saw Yang Yu, but he smiled "hehe":
"Eat, have you eaten...Eat, have you eaten?"
"Son!"
Before Yang Yu could say anything, a couple who were also skinny and disheveled stumbled over, one holding a silly child tightly.
A person who is crying for mercy will kneel down.
Yang Yu stretched out his hand to lift him up. He was a tall man, less than seventy pounds thin, with sunken eye sockets. He looked more like a ghost than a human.
He sighed inwardly.
It is self-evident how difficult it is to raise a child with a weak brain in such an environment.
"Eat, do you want to eat?"
The child was still giggling.
Yang Yu touched his body and found that there was no dry food left, but he still replied:
"I ate, what about you?"
The child scratched his head and looked sad: "No, I haven't eaten. I haven't eaten grass. I haven't eaten for a long time..."
"Then, go get something to eat?"
Lu Qingting walked up to him at some point.
Watching Yang Yu talking to that silly boy, watching him convincing the couple, and watching him raise his arms and make the gathering boil.
"In our hometown, neighbors and fellow villagers usually greet each other like this..."
Yang Prison said.
Lu Qingting listened quietly.
"No matter whether you have eaten or not, you still have to eat more. But once someone says they haven't eaten, no matter how much they have, they will treat you to some..."
Yang Yu murmured to himself.
The memory of his previous life may have passed a long time ago, but it will not be blurry in his heart.
He was born in a prosperous age, and during those twenty years, although he was not rich or powerful, he did not encounter any disaster.
It was precisely because of this that when he came to this world, he was at a loss.
In his previous life, he was not a "moral mysophobia" person. He claimed to "obey the rules and laws", but in the eyes of many people,
They all seemed cold and heartless.
However, the world is different.
His low bottom line has become a ceiling that is far beyond the reach of countless people in this world...
"The city gates in all directions, thirteen gathering places, more than 170,000 people..."
Lu Qingting sighed:
"If Brother Yang has anything to do, Lu will be waiting to help you."
Yang Yu nodded, carrying Zhang Xuanyi, whose voice was so hoarse that he could not speak, towards the northwest city.
He originally wanted to behead the animal alive, but looking at the miserable situation at the gathering place, he temporarily endured it...
Wherever it goes, no one dares to stop it, no one dares to stop it.
Wherever he looked, soldiers and guests alike dispersed. A battle in front of everyone is more convincing than any words.
For Yang Yu, who is alone, there are many people who want to fight with him in this northwest city without using thunderous means to scare everyone.
Not long after, Yang Prison had entered the city gate. Many people on and off the city wall, as well as inside and outside the long street, were watching with fear as countless victims poured into the city gate.
Just as he expected, after the battle outside the city, even the soldiers guarding the city retreated in fear, and no one stepped forward to fight.
Even some guests wanted to come forward, but when they saw Zhang Xuanyi being lifted up, their expressions were slightly tense, and they were afraid of it.
"On the Northwest Road, are there almost no warriors?"
All the martial arts people in the city who witnessed this could not help but shake their heads in their hearts. The northwest Daocheng was also one of the most important cities in the world.
It is impossible that there are no bloody and brave people, but what we see now is the result of the Northwestern King's indulgence.
Zhang Xuanyi was the only son of the Zhang family in the northwest. Therefore, after he succeeded to the throne, he married many wives and concubines, spread his family in the northwest, and indulged his children too much.
As a result, it has long been unpopular, and it is only maintained by the righteousness of the court, the strong force of its people, and its financial resources.
Once he falls into the enemy's hands, there are only a few who are willing to die for him.
Lu Qingting walked in front of the victims and restrained them. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the three old monks from Dayan Temple had disappeared.
On the other hand, the fat man who looked like a rich man pulled a large number of people from nowhere and was also gathering the victims...
[Zhang Xuanyi] [Fate: Wolf and Violence] [Fate Number: One Purple, Two Gold, One Red, Two Green, and One Green] [Five rampages enter the fate (lavender), the prince's fate (light gold), the entrance is wide open (light gold) , many children and grandchildren (dark red
), long life and good fortune (dark green), good fortune (dark green), thousands of royal maidens (dark green)] [Status: seriously injured] ‘Five Rampant Gods?’
Seeing the big boss, Xie Qi led people to come to his aid, Yang Yu was determined, and used the tunnel to penetrate into the secluded world to find out Zhang Xuanyi's destiny.
Although due to his extreme vigilance, there is no way to check his level of magical powers, the names of Tao and Fruit can reveal a lot of things.
Wu Yang Shen, also known as Wu Tong Shen, although he is called a god, in fact, it can be seen from the Tao and Fruit Miscellaneous Talk that he is a 'demon'. According to Tao and Fruit, those with this rank are often greedy, bloodthirsty, lustful, and selfish. , its rituals are more sinister.
"I……"
Along the way, Zhang Xuanyi's eyes changed many times.
From frightened and angry, full of murderous intent, to disappointment and indifference.
Because, until Yang Yu arrived at the deserted Northwest Palace, none of his thousands of descendants showed up, but they arbitrarily robbed family property, and seven or eight of them were beaten to death on the roadside...
This is all.
He could still accept the unfilial piety of his descendants. They were not very capable, but after all, he was already in charge of the northwest...