Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 27 The Traditional Virtue of Respecting the Elderly and Loving the Young
"You eat and wear worse than my dog? Who allowed you to appear in front of me and disgust me?"
The child stared with his big innocent eyes, but his words were incredibly poisonous.
"Someone actually dares to talk to Wang Chen like that." Xiaoyao took a breath, her face full of question marks and exclamation marks. Based on her understanding of Wang Chen, he is a man who cannot afford to be wronged, and also has some boring self-esteem and reckless impulse.
At this moment, the child shook his wrist, and a green dagger in his hand with a flash of green light pierced Wang Chen's chest.
However, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and a slap as big as a palm fan hit the child's face quickly and hard, crisply and loudly.
Snapped.
The slap stunned the child, as if he had been cast into a state of being immobilized. His face was tilted to one side and swollen. The crisp sound of applause echoed in his ears. The dagger in his hand was stuck in his hand and he couldn't stab forward at all.
In the past, no matter how vicious the appearance or how scheming the monks seemed, when they saw that I was young, had rosy lips and white teeth, and looked innocent, they would hesitate and lose their focus for a moment, and I would take the opportunity to stab them to death.
Has anyone ever been so decisive and ruthless as to slap someone in the face?
Is this still the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young?
Then, his face showed the ferocity of an adult.
The green light on the dagger appears again!
"Do you know who I am ? I want to kill..."
Snapped!
Before he drew his sword or finished his words, he received a slap as big as a palm leaf fan. The child's head suddenly turned, and the other half of his face suddenly became swollen. He was stunned on the spot again.
The scene was suddenly quiet, as if everyone was stunned.
"Something big is going to happen!" This scene was so shocking that the diners at the tables who knew the child's identity stood by trembling with fear in their eyes, and for some reason they did not dare to leave.
"I want..." The child wanted to curse again, but he didn't know what he thought of and took two steps back, getting out of the range of the palm as big as a palm fan.
"You die!" Finally, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with true strength. The short sword stabbed through the air at an extremely fast speed. The tip of the sword was actually shrouded in a cloud of ice mist. The temperature dropped sharply wherever it passed. The sword had not arrived yet, but a chill came towards his face .
"Ice Sword!"
Wang Chen recognized this sword technique. When he saw the flying sword coming at him, he felt his blood and energy being pricked by the cold light, and his body actually paused slightly.
"Huh?" Wang Chen didn't expect that the guy in front of him was not an ordinary naughty kid.
He dodged the sword attack by moving to the side. However, his entire body was affected by the icy sword energy, and a layer of frost instantly condensed on it.
The child looked as if he had expected your reaction. He stepped forward and slapped Wang Chen on the chest with his left hand.
Suddenly, an unpleasant sound like a cat's wailing came from between his palms, which was extremely creepy!
The dim white aura condensed in his palm into a blurry and miserable ghost face.
"Nine Netherworld Severing Veins Palm!"
The two servants, who were stunned for a moment because of the sudden incident, all showed fear in their eyes. Their young master usually loved to torture his servants and was particularly fond of vicious martial arts. The Nine Nether Meridians Palm was extremely vicious. Anyone hit by it would have the extremely vicious energy penetrated into the body, destroying their meridians and becoming a disabled person from then on, which was more painful than death.
Now looking at the ghost face condensed between his palms, this move of his actually had the rudiments of a magic formula taking shape. It was obvious that he had a deep understanding of this sinister palm technique. If he were to be hit by one of his palms, it would surely be a fate worse than death.
The sword energy of the Ice Sword slowed down Wang Chen slightly. All he could see was the strange palm wind of the child. The blurry ghost face condensed on the palm looked so hideous. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he punched out at the ghost face without reservation.
First cut off the opponent's weapon, then use ice magic to freeze the opponent's speed, and then take advantage of his weakness to attack fiercely, every step is within the plan.
A sinister smile appeared on the child's swollen face, as if the humiliation he had just suffered could be returned a hundred or a thousand times.
"You poor bastards, you want to learn how to practice Taoism from others, but can the food you eat be as much as the elixirs I eat? Do you have any magic weapons? When it comes to practicing Taoism, if you don't have money, what's the point of practicing it?" the child screamed.
He was meticulous and well-planned. Even the two servants at the fifth level of Qi Condensation had to admit that although the child acted viciously, his mind and methods were no less than those of an adult.
Unless they used a spell to conceal their cultivation, low-level cultivators would have no secrets from high-level cultivators. They had long seen that Wang Chen was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and he was dressed like a hunter, in layman's terms, he was a casual cultivator.
A casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation was like an inconspicuous stone in Qinghu Bay. And this young master, who was called the Qinghu Evil Ghost, was also at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, but even the elders of the Qinghe Sect, a major sect, wanted to accept him as their personal disciple. His talent was amazing. Although the two of them were at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, they did not dare to say that they were the opponent of this young master.
If Wang Chen's cultivation was above the fifth level of Qi Condensation, he might be able to break the Nine Nether Meridians Palm with his profound cultivation. However, since both of them were at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, this young master, who was known as the number one genius in Qinghu Bay, would definitely not lose.
In their eyes, they seemed to have seen the miserable appearance of that lowly casual cultivator, whose entire body was as if being devoured by evil spirits, with his meridians slowly being destroyed, turning him into a useless person.
The punch that Wang Chen threw out was a boxing technique he learned from a demon cultivator under a deep cliff. It was called Shura Fist, and was one of the basic boxing techniques of the demon sect. In terms of grade, it was indeed not as good as the Nine Netherworld Absolute Vein Palm.
He had learned a lot of different things, but the practice during this period made him discover that the Buddhist techniques were powerful and mellow, but the main thing was to focus on defense.
Taoist skills are in line with the principles of heaven and earth, and have infinite variations. However, when it comes to the most direct and powerful attack, the magic skills are the best, and are perfect for head-on confrontations.
A blood-red aura enveloped his fist, and a pair of cold eyes emerged in the aura, unexpectedly transforming into a blood-red skull with two horns on its head.
The two attendants were both stunned, then showed shock, ran forward and struck with both palms.
"The magic formula can transform into a human shape?!" Some people in the crowd exclaimed when they saw the extremely clear blood-red skull.
Before the exclamation died down, the punch and the palm had already landed on one place.
"boom!"
The true energy radiated, overturning the surrounding dishes, tables and chairs.
The blurry ghost face met the Shura's fist, and there was only a slight pause before the ghost face disappeared into the air.
The child was hit hard by the punch, and there was a crackling sound between his palms. One of his metacarpal bones was broken in several places. Before he could feel the pain of the broken bones, Wang Chen's face suddenly appeared in front of him with a cold expression.
"Old man, let me show you my life-saving magic weapon!" Following Wang Chen's cold voice, the child's eyes finally showed panic and fear.
