"Boy, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly?" After being stunned for a while, a master from Sun Yao Pavilion walked out of the crowd with an unkind expression.
This master of Sun Yao Pavilion should have a high position in Sun Yao Pavilion. As soon as he stepped out, the other masters of Sun Yao Pavilion consciously retreated behind him.
Just as the Sun Yao Pavilion master came out, there was a flurry of discussion among the surrounding crowd. Everyone pointed at Qin Dong, and most likely thought that Qin Dong was a madman.
The broad sword monk couldn't help but anxiously pulled Xiao Ting's sleeve secretly, and whispered: "Quickly advise this little brother of yours, he has caused a big disaster. That one is from Sun Yao Pavilion. Deputy Pavilion Master Han Song, not only has a very high level of cultivation, but also has a very vicious heart. If someone falls into his hands, he will live or die, and he will have to endure a lot of pain and torture." [
The deputy pavilion master may be a great and terrifying figure in the eyes of Kuojian monk, but in Xiao Ting's eyes, he is worthless. After hearing the kind reminder from the Kuo Jian cultivator, he just smiled and looked like he didn't take it to heart at all.
Brother Kuo Jian shook his head when he saw this, and sighed helplessly, "What a pity, what a pity..."
Qin Dong stared at Han Song and smiled coldly, and said faintly, "It's really strange. Why are there so many people like this in Sun Yao Pavilion? They are either fools or deaf."
"Boy, have you lived enough?!" Han Song was so angry that he roared on the spot.
The chatter in the crowd was amplified more than ten times in an instant. No one expected that Qin Dong could say such words when facing the powerful Sun Yao Pavilion. Are you simply seeking death? But looking at Qin Dong's expression, it really doesn't look like him.
Just as everyone was talking and Han Song was furious, Qin Dong said again, "Since your ears are not working well, I might as well say it again. I want you bastards of Sun Yao Pavilion to get out of here immediately, so as not to disturb the young master." My eyes!"
"Holy shit!" As soon as Qin Dong finished speaking, Han Song shouted loudly, and at the same time, he waved his palm like thunder and struck Qin Dong's Tianling directly.
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty!" Qin Dong snorted coldly, stretched out his right palm, and came first. But when he heard a muffled bang, Han Song jumped into the air like a baseball that had been blown away. He turned over a dozen somersaults in the air before landing heavily with blood vomiting from his mouth.
Qin Dong's attack caused an uproar in the whole place. The gazes looking at Qin Dong changed suddenly in an instant.
"Impossible...impossible!" Brother Kuojian suspected that he was hallucinating and shook his head repeatedly, as if he had taken ecstasy.
"Deputy Pavilion Master, Deputy Pavilion Master!" The group of experts from the Sun Yao Pavilion originally wanted to watch a good show, but they never expected that Han Song was like paper and couldn't even withstand a palm. After a short period of dead silence, the group of Sun Yao Pavilion monks finally reacted and rushed toward Han Song with exclaims.
When they came closer and saw Han Song's situation clearly, the group of Sun Yao Pavilion monks all gasped.
Qin Dong's palm seemed casual, but in fact it was surprisingly powerful. How could Han Song, a fifth-level monk, resist him? After receiving this palm, the Yuan Mansion burst into pieces, and all the bones in his body were broken, turning him into a complete cripple.