Chapter 103: Rebelling against the Master
Another old voice replied.
“Sir, I obey you!”
As footsteps came in, the two figures broke into the temple.
In the corner, Wang Hu’s expression changed drastically.
Everyone gathered around the bonfire without moving, looking coldly at the two people who entered the temple.
Everyone is angry in his heart.
Who can be so arrogant and call others vulgar even before they meet.
He even asked for all the food that Sister Hong had worked so hard for, and shamelessly said that it was someone else's blessing.
If that food is not valuable and rare to rich people.
But the horses they brought were all strong horses from the military. According to the current price, a horse was very expensive, and it was worth several years of hard work for a family of civilians.
This person wanted Lu Ye and others’ horses before they met, but he didn’t know why?
Do you think you have a big face?
The one walking in front with his head held high was a pale-faced young man who looked like a young man. He was wearing a dazzling green robe and had a pungent fragrance.
Originally, his facial features were quite regular, but a pair of restless eyebrows and raised corners of his eyes ruined everything. In addition, there were deep bags under his eyes, and there was a faint black under his eyes, as if he was addicted to alcohol and sex.
He held a five-color fan in his hand, but it was made of unknown bird feathers. It looked quite gorgeous, and paired with his big green clothes, it looked quite coquettish.
Lu Ye took the first look and thought that if this person played the role of a kidney-deficient man who is addicted to flowers and willows, he would probably not need to put on makeup and just appear in his true colors.
The young master with kidney deficiency took a step away, followed closely by an old servant.
The servant, dressed in green and wearing a small hat, was stooped and half a head shorter than the young master. He lowered his head and looked at the ground, looking cautious.
No matter how fast or slow the young master walked, the old servant was always one step away from him, and he knew it well.
However, Lu Ye saw that this old servant had good martial arts skills and could accurately control the pace of his steps.
The young man with kidney deficiency entered the temple, his head always raised, but he pointed his two nostrils at everyone, half of his nose hair was vaguely exposed...
His eyes scanned the decorations in the temple , except looking at Lu Ye and others around the bonfire.
"Well..."
The young man snorted softly.
The old servant who had been hiding behind him took just one step and stood in front of the young master.
At this station, he held his head high, his chest straight, his back straight, and his figure suddenly became taller, actually taller than his master behind him.
Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.
A Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, copper-ringed eyes, a big lion nose, a square wide mouth, a ruddy complexion with few wrinkles, and a neatly groomed long beard, all black and shiny.
The figure is majestic and upright, but his hair is gray on the temples, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes of life.
One look at him showed that he was no longer young, but he had a good skin.
Although he was dressed as a slave in a green robe and cap, he had a faint aura about him, making him look like a general in the army.
In terms of appearance, posture, and temperament, this old servant is far better than the master behind him.
With just one step, the aura of this old servant became completely different, making people feel extremely awkward.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was like a bell and his breath was long.
"Everyone," the old servant glanced at the whole place like a pair of tiger eyes, "my master said."
"Keep the food in this pot,"
Pan Furong and Lu Ye The others looked at each other.
This man spoke so confidently, as if this was a matter of course, but it confused them.
Sister Hong snorted coldly.
"Huh, the food in this pot is for our own use."
"Don't think you can eat it if you have money."
The old servant Guozi looked surprised, as if he heard something Something treacherous.
"Spend money?"
"It is your blessing to be able to eat this poor food in my master's mouth in the last life..."
"How dare you ask for money?" He waved his hand, as if this matter was already a certainty and could no longer be discussed, "By the way..."
"There are also horses outside your temple. You are allowed to take away two of them. The worst."
"The rest will be left to my master."
"You can leave."
Everyone was furious when they heard this.
Lu Ye was silent, just observing the young man with kidney deficiency who was still pretending to raise his head. He was wearing a pair of boots, but there was no dirt on them.
This is deep in the mountains. Lu Ye and others have horses to travel with, and their shoes are covered with mud. So how did this young man get in?
Just now the old servant said that the food in the pot was coarse and ordinary food.
Is the other party a cultivator?
What’s strange is that there are no flashing light points in the fish-dragon diagram, but the opponent’s energy and blood are very abundant, and he is obviously not as idiot as he appears.
He felt something strange in his heart and was secretly vigilant. Zhang Cunyi was already angry.
“You old slave is so unreasonable!”
“When you enter the temple, you talk nonsense and ask for other people’s food and horses, and you even drive us out of the temple!”
"It should be noted that this temple has no owner. We will work hard to clean it up first. You, the master and the servants, will arrive later."
"It would be extremely rude to ask us for gold and silver."
"What's more, you want us to give it to you for free?" He frowned and said angrily, "How can you say such shameless words?"
"Tell me, where did your master come from, and why is he so good compared to the emperor? Is it bigger?"
Zhang Cunyi was furious and revealed the blade of the steel knife in his waist with a loud sound.
“Get out of here, the knife in Grandpa’s hand doesn’t care what kind of god you are!”
The old servant snorted coldly, his eyes were as terrifying as lightning, his brows were furrowed into a mountain shape, and his body was Anger boils.
The young man behind him lowered his head when he heard someone contradicting and questioning him. His face was not angry, but he just said impatiently.
"Old Zhao!"
The slave Lao Zhao listened to his master's instructions and stepped across the bonfire with one step. The distance of several feet passed by in an instant, and appeared in front of Zhang Cunyi like a ghost.
Phew!
He took the shot with one palm.
When the palm was in the air, it suddenly grew nearly half in size. The skin was red, with billowing heat waves, and it was shockingly hot.
This palm seemed to turn into a furnace and descend from the sky, intending to burn people into ashes. Before the palm could reach, the power arrived first, covering a radius of about ten feet. The palm's power blocked Lu Ye and others beside the bonfire. Inside.
The whistling wind blew by, and the temple suddenly became very hot.
One palm against five people!
The first person to bear the brunt is Zhang Cunyi.
This old slave actually wanted to defeat everyone with one palm, and most of his palm power was used to deal with Zhang Cunyi. He obviously had murderous intentions.
“Tie Zang Great Martial Master!” Sister Hong exclaimed.
The power of this palm is masculine and hot, and the true energy can already change into five forms. It is a true martial art that can only be practiced by the great iron Zang martial artist.
Zhang Cunyi was born in the army and was alert and agile. Seeing the menacing and killing intent of that palm, he directly drew his sword and struck back!
His eyes flashed fiercely, his whole body's energy surged, and his blade buzzed and trembled.
"Drawing the sword with force!"
This is a martial art he has refined since he became a Zhongcheng Steel Martial Arts Master. With one move, the force of dragging the knife is strong, causing shock and cutting in the middle.
Normally, a single slash leaves a long, thin gash, but with a dragging knife, the wound is like a blast of gunpowder, and often a mass of flesh and blood disappears.
What about the great martial artist Tie Zang?
If Zhang Cunyi dares to face the enemy with his bare hands, he will destroy the old slave’s hands directly!
Ding dong!
A metallic shudder!
Zhang Cunyi’s steel knife was unexpectedly grabbed by the old slave with his bare hands. The steel knife was trembling and cutting like a live fish as he dragged the knife hard.
However, the old slave just smiled ferociously.
He clenched it hard with one hand, and a harsh sound of metal friction sounded.
A refined steel knife was kneaded into a steel ball like dough.
This old slave actually also practiced Heng Lian Kung Fu!
Crack.
Old Zhao let go and the steel ball fell heavily to the ground. There was a soft sound, and some white smoke rose from the ground.
But he saw that the steel ball had turned dazzlingly red. In just one grip, the old slave had turned the steel ball into a fireball.
Zhang Cunyi retreated quickly, while Pan Furong and Sister Hong drew their swords and stood behind him.
Lu Ye focused most of his attention on the young man with kidney deficiency. His body seemed to be loose but not loose, ready to move at any time.
As for the old slave, Wang Hu and others can handle it together.
The old slave took another big step forward, bringing up the evil wind with his red palms, and was about to kill Zhang Cunyi.
Wang Hu, who had lowered his head and remained silent since the two of them entered the temple, jumped into his hands, raised his hands to block them, looked sad and angry, and shouted loudly.
“Master!”
Old Zhao was shocked.
"Wang Hu?"
Although he said so, he did not withdraw his palm power.
Still, the palm fell hard.
When Wang Hu heard this, he withdrew less than half of his palm strength.
Then his face was first filled with surprise and then with surprise. Because the two palms were intertwined, he was shocked to find that the master's palm force was released without leaving any force behind.
The palm power surged forward, with the force of scorching heat.
Wang Hu’s heart felt so cold.
He lost the initiative and lacked true energy, but faced a crisis and the mana flowed through his body in a hurry. Finally, he was a little reluctant, and a dim white light bloomed in the palm of his hand.
Bang!
There was a thunderous explosion between the two palms, and they both took a few steps back.
Lu Ye looked at it with surprise in his heart.
If he remembered correctly, Wang Hu's fast master was only a bronze-skinned martial artist. He was a martial arts scholar who returned home in old age.
At that age, a copper-skinned warrior should have weak energy and blood, and his strength can only retreat but never advance.
Looking at Wang Hu's running master just now, he is already at the level of a great martial arts master of Iron Zang. At his old age and with weak energy and blood, he can't even cross two realms easily in three years, even with magic skills. Do it.
Moreover, let’s not talk about this, who can make a great Iron Zang martial artist willing to be a slave?
His mind suddenly became enlightened.
This young man with kidney deficiency is powerless, but he has plenty of energy and blood. He is afraid that he may have something to do with the immortal cultivator.
other side.
“Huh?” Lao Zhao and Wang Hu exchanged palms in shock and anger.
He raised his hand, and a small wound exploded in his palm, dripping with blood.
Thinking that he is now a great martial arts master of Iron Zang, and his flaming golden steel palm has the dual functions of roasting and horizontal training, but he is actually injured!
The one who hurt him was still an outer disciple.
He remembered that this boy Wang Hu only had brute strength, and his understanding was only average among the disciples. If Wang Hu's father hadn't given him a generous sum of money, he would never have learned his true heritage.
How come you have become so powerful after not seeing him for more than three years, and can resist his full force palm?
Old Zhao frowned, his face burning with pain. He felt that he had lost face in front of his master. He snorted coldly, took one step across, and used his other hand to hit Wang Hu and others.
Moreover, he turned his palm into a sword, but instead used the flaming sword, a unique skill that was more powerful in killing people.
Wang Hu's head was shrouded in the palm wind, his eyes showed shock and despair, and then turned into a ferocious look, and the white light in his palms moved slightly.
He couldn't be more angry than he was.
It’s not enough to compare the opponent’s mana.
At this moment.
“Stop!”
The young man with kidney deficiency who had been standing leisurely behind Lao Zhao suddenly spoke up.
brush!
Old Zhao withdrew his palm and stepped back, standing sideways next to the young master, bending down and lowering his head.
Just like a ferocious beast gathering its claws, it was roaring in the forest just now, full of murderous intent, but now it is lying down like a house cat, completely harmless.
The ferocious temperament on his body completely disappeared, and he returned to his previous servant appearance.
"Master, please give me your instructions..."
The young master with kidney deficiency pointed at Pan Furong and said.
“This woman is pretty good, she is worthy of being my ninth concubine.”
Old Zhao immediately said with admiration.
"Young master's eyes are like a torch, and he sees clearly."
He turned his head and looked at Pan Furong, then at Wang Hu.
"Wang Hu, please advise your female companion."
"It is a great blessing to be able to marry the young master, even if it is given to a queen."
"In the future, she I know this is a blessing that came from a lot of luck."
Pan Furong laughed angrily.
Sister Hong sighed.
The master and servant opposite were probably seriously ill...
Old Zhao ignored them at all, as if the matter was settled.
He glanced at Wang Hu, hesitated for a moment, then turned to the young man with kidney deficiency, with a smile on his face, extremely flattering.
"Master, this Wang Hu is my incompetent disciple of the old slave."
"It is better for the new lady to use some familiar servants when she is starting."
"My disciple's skills are only so-so. He can receive my palm. The old slave begs the master to give him a slave status and join the Ma family."
Lu Ye, Wang Hu and others opened their mouths in surprise.
What is going on?
Let’s not talk about robbing girls, which is the favorite thing of evil young men.
Does a great Iron Zang martial artist still have a sense of honor when he becomes a slave?
The young master with kidney deficiency glanced at Wang Hu up and down with critical eyes, and finally gave a reluctant hum.
“Looking at your hard work, Lao Zhao, over the past few years, I have a kind heart, so I allowed you.”
“From now on, your disciple will be the martial slave of the Ma family. , you are in trouble!”
Pa!
Old Zhao was overjoyed and kowtowed several times on the ground.
A small crater was made on the ground. After all, the Iron Zang Great Martial Master can train the internal organs to resemble mixed iron, and the head is harder and more powerful.
He got up and waved happily to Wang Hu.
"Wang Hu, come here, meet the head of the family!"
The young man with kidney deficiency coughed and pointed at Zhang Cunyi, Sister Hong, who looked fierce, and Lu Ye, who looked indifferent.
“It’s up to you and your apprentice to take care of these.”
"I don't like their looks!"
Old Zhao immediately responded and shouted at Wang Hu.
"Wang Hu, what are you stunned for! Take action quickly!"
"From now on, I will be a slave in Ma's house with my master!"
"Even if you become a master, you can't do it!" Er!”
"Master, I guarantee you a great fortune!"
"I will not harm you."
Wang Hu sneered, murderous aura surged through his body, he was so angry that his body trembled.
I had a long palm fight with my master just now, but the opponent's palm power had not been reduced at all, and his murderous intention was revealed. If he hadn't temporarily mobilized his magic power to protect his palm, he would have been dead at this moment.
Later, in order to accuse Pan Furong of obeying that bullshit young master, Lao Zhao suddenly thought that he still had value and asked the young master to protect his life, but the price was to be a slave like him.
Wang Hu's eyes were red.
Master, you are the one who teaches benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust!
You are the one who taught me to respect my teachers and cherish my fellow disciples!
However, when you encountered bandits, you were the first one to run away!
He roared angrily, clenched his fist and rushed forward.
It’s okay if you don’t want this master!
(End of this chapter)