With his mouth full of blood, Ma Yunyong propped his hands on his knees, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and stared at Zheng Biao viciously. He looked horrifying, but he was so sad that he couldn't speak.
Zheng Biao felt at ease at this moment. This Ma Yunyong was not a warrior, and indeed he was not his opponent. He shook his wrist and said proudly: "How? Admit defeat, big fool... What shame do you have to lose to a warrior?" of?"
Ma Yunyong shook his head dumbly, and said calmly: "It's not shameful to lose to a warrior, but how can I see people if I lose to a woman?"
"Are you fucking trying to annoy me like this? You're not even a martial artist, why are you crazy..." Zheng Biao's face was livid, his feet were separated back and forth, his palms were stretched out, and his fingers were facing outwards, posing "Swallows Spreading Wings" He said in a loud voice: "Silly old man, you really made me anxious today. Since you are not afraid of death, it's just right, let me try my set of [Jiyan Piercing Cloud Palm] with you... as old as you With his size here, it is much more interesting than hitting any punching target."
"Damn it, you're too deceitful!" The audience disciples around Qingyun were furious for a moment, and they rolled up their arms and sleeves and were about to rush forward.
"Ah, what's the matter, all the heroes of Qingyunguan, if you can't work hard enough, you're going to play gangsters and beat me up alone, right? All right, come on—if I'm afraid of you, the third master, I will use your surname from now on..."
Zheng Biao was also full of blood at this time, and when Qing Pi's character broke out, he was also a stingy master.
"Stop!" Ma Yunyong propped himself up, and suddenly yelled: "Brothers, stop - this matter is my own business, and no one is allowed to intervene. If anyone intervenes, I will not be a brother in the future... "
The disciples of this generation of Qingyunguan basically grew up together. If one has difficulties, the others will never stand by. Absolute unity from top to bottom, no two hearts.
"No, Junior Brother Yunyong, we'll take care of this matter..."
"Yes, I have never seen such a bully. Warriors are nothing. They can beat us all, but can they beat us all?"
"Yes, fuck him, afraid of a ball..."
The little Taoist priests around are excited, no matter what the rules and regulations are, the Taoism is natural... My brothers are hugged by others, and all the scruples are left behind Yunxiao for a while...
"Stop—" just as everyone in Qingyun Temple was about to move forward, there was a loud shout from behind, full of inner strength, which shocked the audience instantly.
Everyone looked back and changed their colors together.
It turned out that Taoist Qingsong who was on duty rushed over and immediately prevented the conflict from happening.
"You bastards, what are you doing? How can you fight in front of the temple, have you forgotten all the rules of the temple? Don't you all stop with me, go back to the temple, and everyone will copy the "Sutra of Precepts" Ten times—Yun Yong, if you dare to fight, I will put you in confinement—"
"Third Martial Uncle, I..."
"Shut up, get the hell out of here—"
Once Taoist Qingsong heard that there were warriors coming to challenge his disciples, and Ma Yunyong was still an ordinary person, how could he proceed with this inevitable battle. It doesn't matter if you lose, but once you are injured by a warrior at a young age, you don't have internal strength to protect your body.
Taoist Qingsong was also thinking about Ma Yunyong, when he hurried to arrive, he happened to catch up with everyone seeing that Ma Yunyong was at a disadvantage and wanted to attack him together.
If this reputation is to be spread, it will not sound good, even if the parties involved are half-grown children, it is harmless, but a reputation of poor discipline can be regarded as settled on the head of Qingyunguan. So Taoist Qingsong stopped the disciples of Guanzhong almost immediately.
Seeing all the disciples walking back to the Taoist temple dejectedly, Taoist Qingsong could not help but heave a sigh of relief, passed the crowd, and when he passed Ma Yunyong with a sullen expression, Taoist Qingsong let out a stern snort, ignoring Yun Yong's distraught and indignant expression, and went on Zheng Biao cupped his hands to the side with a look of wariness on his face, and said, "I'm watching Qingsong, Qingyun, I don't know that this young hero—"
"Third Senior Brother—"
Taoist Qingsong, who was thinking about how to say something, suddenly heard a call from behind, the voice was very familiar, and he immediately blocked his words.
Shocked, he suddenly turned around and saw that it was his little brother Qingxuan, standing at the entrance of the temple, with a seriousness on his face that he had never seen before, staring at him firmly.
"Junior brother?" Daoist Qingsong suddenly felt that the little junior brother seemed very angry at this time, and his attitude was a bit aggressive. Qingsong feels pity, thinking that this little junior brother is usually the closest to nephew Yunyong, this time Yunyong was humiliated, the little junior brother must not bear his anger and bullying, and wants to stand up for him... But this time is not to take care of your emotions when. Daoist Qingsong sighed, and said: "Little brother, please be safe and don't be impatient. If there is something to do, it won't be too late after the senior brother entertains this little knight..."
"Third Senior Brother, this is what the Junior Brother said—"
"Huh?" Hearing Ye Qingxuan's resentment and irritable mood, Taoist Qingsong couldn't help but frowned, thinking: "It's bad, I'm afraid my junior brother's donkey temper has come up."
At this time, not only Taoist Qingsong felt a bit of bad atmosphere, but also Zheng Biao, who had been silent all the time, felt a twitch in his heart. The unfathomable Qingsong Taoist in front of him already made him feel more pressured, but when the little Taoist priest appeared at the door, his cold eyes when he looked at him, for some reason, felt even more stressful than that scary stupid big man. His heart was chilling, and he was even more nervous than the astonishingly powerful Qingsong Taoist in front of him. For a while, I didn't dare to take a breath, just like a little daughter-in-law, quietly waiting for the two Taoist masters to argue here.
"Little brother, you know the rules of the temple—"
"Third Senior Brother, I know the rules... But I also know that since someone has called to ask my Qingyun Temple disciples to give advice, if my disciples still dare not stand out, it will disappoint the martial arts fellows who came here to visit... Brother, I don’t know if what I said is right or not?”
Zheng Biao was at a loss, and said along the way: "Of course—"
"That's good! Nephew Yunyong—"
"Yes!" Ma Yunyong was also confused for a while.
"Will you accept the challenge—"
"Nephew is willing to—" Ma Yunyong replied with great joy upon hearing this.
"good-"
"Nonsense, little junior brother, you know that the person who came is—"
"A martial artist, right? Hehe, the 'Second Heaven of Tempering Body Realm', at this brother's age, he can be considered a wunderkind—"
Taoist Qingsong had an expression of disbelief on his face: "It turns out that the younger brother has been watching from the side all the time—you clearly know...you, why didn't you stop?" Taoist Qingsong's meaning is very simple, since you Qingxuan know that Yunyong's opponent is a warrior, and Yun Yong is just an ordinary man with a strong body, and the difference in strength is so great. Why don't you know how to protect your own children, but let him compete in the field? Is it so obvious that your disciples are at a disadvantage
With Qingxuan's IQ, of course he knows what this good old third senior brother is thinking. Even if the third senior brother severely punishes the disciples in Guannei, it is actually for their sake. These disciples who are not as good as Yunyong may be dealt a huge blow, what's more, if the situation just now really gang up and beat them up, the reputation of Qingyun Guan will plummet, let alone in the martial arts, even in Qingyun. In Yang Town, there are also rumors that the disciples in Qingyun Temple are not pure-hearted monks, but a group of hooligans and scoundrels.
This prudent third senior brother was indeed considering Qingyun Temple's reputation, and it cannot be said to be wrong, but he never thought that stopping this matter at this time, in fact, for the disciples in the temple, it would be very difficult in terms of fighting spirit. It was a small blow. Behind the Qingyun Temple, there is a bloody feud. If these disciples cannot develop a sense of courage and determination to move forward from childhood, how can they guarantee to survive and even win in the face of ferocious enemies in the future? Always stay under the wings of elders, you can't become a soaring eagle.
Therefore, in this battle, whether you win or lose, you have to fight.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath, looked closely into Taoist Qingsong's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, I know what you think, but... please believe me—"
Looking into this pair of clear eyes, Taoist Qingsong was speechless for a moment, the younger brother has never been so serious. Looking at the younger brother with sincere eyes, then at Ma Yunyong with a firm expression, and the numerous disciples in the sect who are looking forward to it... My disciples of Qingyun Temple are so vigorous, so firm and united... Taoist Qingsong secretly sigh. That's all, let you young people mess around.
Without looking back at Zheng Biao, Taoist Qingsong said in a deep voice, "Forget it, since there is a junior brother here, let the junior brother decide this matter..."