Chapter 470: : Master Dao slapped you to death!

The little Taoist is not a warrior. After being pumped a few times by Wu De, he almost cried in pain.
"Take or lead the way? If I didn't take it, I hit it!"
Wu De grabbed the collar of the little Taoist with his left hand, raised his right palm high, ready to strike down at any time, and combined with his vicious look, he vividly interpreted the image of an evil Taoist.
"Bring...oooo..."
The little Taoist was frightened by Wu Delian, and finally broke down and cried, dropped the broom in his hand, wiped his tears, and honestly led the way.
Fang Bai and Gui Shou smiled bitterly at each other, thinking that this guy was a prestigious prefecture-level high-ranking warrior, a top-notch existence in the secular ancient martial arts world. He actually bullied an innocent little Taoist who had no power to bind a chicken. Morality.
After the little Taoist priest passed through several halls, it gradually became difficult to see the shadow of the pilgrims, but there were more and more disciples of Qingcheng Temple.
"This is the back hall of my Qingcheng Guan. There are regulations in our Guan. No people are allowed to enter! I can only take you here!"
When he reached an arch, the little Taoist stood there, no longer daring to move forward, and said coweringly.
"Chong Ling, you're so bold, you actually brought some people to the apse! Do you want to be punished?"
At this moment, a young Taoist priest strode out from behind the arch, his gaze swept over the three of Fang Bai, and then sternly rebuked the young Taoist priest.
"Brother, I..."
The little Taoist was about to explain with a crying face. Wu De pushed him aside and waved his hand: "There is nothing to do with you here, let's sweep your land!"
"who are you?"
The young Taoist priest saw that Wu De was also a Taoist priest, but he was dressed in sloppy clothes and did not look like an immortal spirit. He guessed that he was a wild Taoist who had no discipline and practiced on his own, and a sense of superiority emerged spontaneously.
"I am you Wu Daoye!"
Seeing that the young Taoist priest was full of contempt and disdain, Wu De couldn't help being furious. He stretched out his hand and slapped the young Taoist on the face, cursing, "You bastard, what are you? No? Believe it or not, I slap you to death?"
"The wild Taoist priest, dare to fight the Taoist master!"
The young Taoist priest was slapped and slapped by Wu De. After recovering, he cursed and slammed his fist towards Wu De.
The young Taoist priest is just a yellow-ranked high-ranking warrior. How can such a small character Wu De look at it? He took a kick, kicked him a few meters away, then strode forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.
"Go, let the old Qingxuan Dao get out of me! Just say that a little Taoist who pleaded with them to take him in, but was humiliated and scolded in all manners and cruelly driven down the mountain 20 years ago, came to ask for justice today!"
Wu De showed a fierce look, and after speaking viciously, he threw the young Taoist priest away.
The young Taoist priest is not a fool, knowing that his strength is too far from that of Wu De, and then he will only be abused even more miserably. He glanced at Wu De with hatred and fear, endured the pain in his body, and got up and ran.
When Fang Bai and Guishou heard Wu De's words, they knew that he and Qingcheng Guan had this kind of festival. Ten years ago, the little Taoist priests had returned to the shame.
Wu De turned around, grinned at Fang Bai and Guishou, and said: "Twenty years ago, after my wild Taoist master died, I had nowhere to go, so I went to Qingcheng Temple to take refuge, hoping they could take care of it. I was humiliated and abused by a group of Taoist priests in Qingchengguan, and then drove me down the mountain by pushing and shoving. At that time, there were two old ways, Qingling and Qingxuan! "
After a pause, he said: "At that time, Qingling Old Dao and Qingxuan Old Dao were not strong, and their identities were not high. I didn't expect that two old Daoists would become the masters of Qingcheng View after twenty years... Hehe It doesn’t matter if Qingling Old Dao is dead, there is also Qingxuan Old Dao. If I don’t beat that old Dao hard today, I won’t be named Wu!"
Guishou said blankly: "Save some strength when you fight, don't kill it! Leave the murder to me!"
Wu De glanced at the ghost hand and said with a grin: "Looking at your look of bitter and deep enmity, is there any and deep enmity with Qingcheng Temple? How about we two join forces to kill the stinky Taoist priests of Qingcheng Temple? All the slaughter, and then burned this Qingcheng view?"
"My business, you don't need to interfere!"
Guishou rolled his eyes and said angrily.
As for Wu De's suggestion, the ghost hand didn't even think about it. He only killed those Taoist priests who should be killed. Other innocent Taoists would not be affected, let alone set the Qingcheng Temple on fire.
Wu De was boring to ask, instead of being angry, he raised his thumb and praised: "Okay, personality! I like it!"
There was a sound of footsteps. From far and near, a dozen Taoist priests from Qingcheng Temple, led by the young Taoist priest before, came violently, some of them still carrying long swords.
"Brother, this is the wild Taoist priest! Not only beat me, but also yelled for us to watch the Lord out..."
The young Taoist priest who was beaten by Wu De stood behind a middle-aged Taoist, pointed at Wu De, and said angrily.
The middle-aged Taoist's eyes were sharp, his brows frowned, and after looking at Wu De a few times, his expression gradually became serious.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was a profound-level beginner warrior, but he found that he could not see through the realm cultivation of the fat Taoist in front of him, which was enough to prove that the opponent's strength was far above himself.
Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged Taoist gaze swept over Fang Bai and the ghost hand standing beside Wu De, his heart "cocked" and his face became more solemn.
Because he found that not only Wu De, but even these two companions of Wu De, he couldn't penetrate the depth.
In other words, the strength of these three people is at least above the intermediate level of the profound level.
Although Qingcheng Guan was a master of the cloud and had a strong overall strength, he did not dare to despise it in the face of the provocations of three intermediate martial artists who were at least Xuan-level.
The middle-aged Taoist turned his head and winked at a weak Taoist behind him. The weak Taoist quickly ran to a 10-meter-high stone platform nearby and rang the big bell hanging there.
when--
when--
when--
The rapid and long-distance bells echoed over the Qingcheng Temple, which alarmed all the disciples of Qingcheng Temple.
Once such a bell rings, it indicates that a powerful enemy is coming. The disciple who is nostalgic for martial arts in Guanzhong must put aside everything at hand and come out to fight the enemy together.
There are hundreds of disciples up and down Qingcheng Guan, and there are about two hundred people with ancient martial arts. These disciples moved quickly from all directions towards the area where Fang Bai and others are located.
Even the Qing Xuan Taoist chief who was quietly cultivating in the temple of cultivating the heart behind, temporarily taking the position of the master, left the state of cultivation, opened his eyes suddenly, waved his hand and swept out.
Seeing more and more Qingchengguan disciples gather, gradually surrounding the three of them, the ghost hands are serious, secretly raising the true essence, preparing for a battle.
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