Chapter 37

"What did you say?"

The Liuhe Martial Arts Hall disciples were all boiling, some with red eyes, their faces flushed, feeling extremely aggrieved in their hearts.

"I said, everyone in the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall is trash!

Of course, except for Old Wei; Old Wei is the senior I respect the most, and also my role model.

I just feel sorry for him, a great expert at the Channel Opening realm, how did he teach you bunch of wine bags and rice sacks?

In the end, it's just that you are too poor and have tarnished his reputation."

Luo Tong stood in the field and mocked to the extreme, his gaze looking down, the look in his eyes toward the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall disciples full of contempt and disdain.

"Shut your damn mouth!"

Someone couldn't help it and started swearing directly.

"Ha! I won't shut up, do you have the ability to come up and beat me to death? Come on!" Luo Tong sneered repeatedly, provoking that person.

"Grass mud horse!"

That disciple also had a violent temper, rolled up his sleeves and was about to enter the field, but was stopped by the senior brothers beside him.

Although they were all very aggrieved, Luo Tong's strength was there; even Senior Brother Lin Feng and Senior Sister Song Yan had been defeated, so if they went up, they would just be losing face for the martial arts hall again.

"Master!"

Zhan Bai gritted his teeth, trembling all over with anger.

This movement of his triggered the injury in his body, and a flush of unhealthy redness immediately surged onto his face.

Luo Tong's gaze swept over Zhan Bai, instantly discerning that this only disciple of the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall at Inner Strength Consummation was in poor condition, and he felt settled in his heart.

Their challenge this time was well-prepared, counting on Zhan Bai being unable to make a move.

Otherwise, even if he broke through to Inner Strength Consummation, he wouldn't be sure of steadily defeating this Pine Wind Sword Zhan Bai, who was famous in Heishui City.

Bang!

The armrest of Wei Yuan's chair suddenly shattered.

This old man, nearly sixty, was clearly pushed to his limit, his eyes as sharp as hooks, his face flushed almost to the color of a pig's liver.

A terrifying aura surged from his body, like a dormant prehistoric beast about to wake up, making the entire martial arts arena instantly quiet down.

Yan Song, who had been laughing heartily, was like facing a great enemy, but said: "Old Wei, calm down, my disciple is addicted to martial arts and speaks without thinking, don't take it to heart."

Several wealthy merchants on the side were also intimidated by Wei Yuan's powerful aura and hurriedly mediated: "Old Wei, I think the outcome is decided today, why not just let it go?"

"Yes, yes, yes, kicking the hall was originally for friendly exchange, don't hurt the harmony."

Several people were all pulled by Yan Song to cheer and watch the show, so naturally, their words were biased toward the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall.

And the other two martial arts halls, their strength was already a notch lower than the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall and the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall.

At this moment, they didn't dare to intervene in the fight between the two, just watching from the sidelines, keeping their mouths shut.

Wei Yuan naturally knew what these old guys were thinking; in the end, they were afraid he would go crazy, flip the table directly, make a move against the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall, and implicate them.

If it were in the past, he wouldn't be afraid.

Even if he had to bear the infamy of bullying the small, he would have to teach that ignorant kid who dared to run wild in his martial arts hall a good lesson.

Then slap this bunch of bastards who were climbing on his nose one by one.

But times were different; he was nearly sixty, his blood and Qi were dry, and he wouldn't last many years.

If he really tore his face with the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall today and had a big battle, although he would win, his strength would inevitably plummet.

By then, without his deterrence as a Channel Opening realm expert, the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall would only be in a difficult situation.

Thinking of this, the old man, who had been full of aura, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He leaned back on the chair with a dejected look and said powerlessly: "Today's fist asking, our Liuhe Martial Arts Hall..."

"Wait."

Just as Wei Yuan was about to admit defeat on behalf of the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall, a tall and slender figure walked out of the crowd and went straight toward Luo Tong in the field.

He stood still opposite Luo Tong, and then cupped his hands toward Wei Yuan:

"Master, disciple wants to learn the high moves of the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall."

The person who entered the field was none other than Qin Shuo, who was already burning with anger.

"Nonsense!"

Wei Yuan's expression changed, his eyes showing both relief and anxiety, and he said in a deep voice: "Come back quickly!"

"Junior Brother Qin, don't be impulsive!" Lin Feng also hurriedly spoke.

Although they all wanted to beat Luo Tong up to vent their anger.

But the other party's strength was there; unless it was Zhan Bai in his prime, no one was his opponent.

He could understand Qin Shuo's anger, but the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall was here to establish prestige, not for friendly exchange; challenging at this time was truly unwise.

Song Yan also wanted to dissuade him, but opened her mouth and didn't speak in the end.

"Brother, don't go!"

In the crowd, Qin Lan rushed out with a pale face.

She had watched Luo Tong's ferocity the whole time.

Even Xiong Ge and Senior Sister Song had been seriously injured by him, how could her brother be his opponent.

"Master, Senior Brothers, don't worry, disciple has confidence."

Qin Shuo smiled confidently, then comforted Qin Lan with his eyes, telling her not to worry.

"Who is this? Such a big tone.

Didn't he see that even their instructor was beaten to waste? Actually daring to say he has confidence, is he stupid?"

The Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall disciples shook their heads one after another, mocking Qin Shuo for overestimating his capabilities and seeking his own death.

Luo Tong looked Qin Shuo up and down, sneering: "Courage is commendable, but to be my Luo Tong's opponent, you are not qualified enough!"

Then he directly ignored Qin Shuo, looked at Wei Yuan, cupped his hands and said:

"Old Wei, you should announce the result of this hall kicking, so as not to add another wounded person to our martial arts hall."

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

The group of Liuhe Martial Arts Hall disciples under the stage were all gritting their teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved and resentful.

Wei Yuan also had a livid expression, but he knew that Qin Shuo had just entered Inner Strength and couldn't possibly be Luo Tong's opponent, so he also intended to end this farce.

However, before he could speak, Qin Shuo had already made a fierce move.

"Whether I'm qualified or not! You'll know after fighting."

Qin Shuo snorted coldly, his whole body darting out like a nimble ape.

He hadn't been idle during these days in Qingyang Zhen.

With at least twenty catties of exotic beast meat ingested every day, and it was moose meat infinitely close to a superior exotic beast.

It caused his Inner Strength cultivation to successfully break through to the Great Success realm, able to cover all four limbs simultaneously, his strength surging by a large margin.

Back on Wolf Mountain, when he was at Inner Strength Minor Success, he could fight the heavily injured Sky Wolf Gang Great Elder to a draw.

Now that he was at Inner Strength Great Success, and had the Blood-Burning secret technique in hand...

This Luo Tong, he might not be unable to fight!

"Ha! Since you are seeking your own death, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Luo Tong's gaze turned cold.

Originally, he felt the timing was about right and he could finish work.

He didn't expect a kid who didn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth to pop out.

It seemed his previous moves against Song Yan and Lin Feng were too light, making these trash think that with a bit of blood and courage, they could challenge him.

Since that was the case, he would kill the chicken to warn the monkey and cripple this kid.

Anyway, he had bumped into it himself; even if he beat him to a cripple, he thought Old Man Wei wouldn't be able to say much.

His thoughts turned like lightning, his Mang Mountain Fist stance fully opened, wanting to give Qin Shuo a fierce lesson.