Chapter 298: Personal Disciples Are Just Bold

Zhang Xingyu looked blankly at the tall and thin guy in front of him.

This guy is wearing a snow-white disciple robe, it looks like he is a personal disciple.

Personal disciples are just bold!

He is looking at Wu Jing, and Wu Jing is also looking at them.

The guy beside him, wearing a pale green Daoist robe, full of spices and powder on his hands, looks like a greedy inner sect disciple.

The old guy playing the qin on the rock, with messy hair, wearing a holey outfit, looks very much like a beggar on the street.

And that demon girl who is breathtakingly beautiful, looks like she has no cultivation, mostly the maid of that inner sect disciple.

An inner sect disciple who can barbecue, an old beggar who can play the qin, and a demon girl who is beautiful.

They, I've decided to eat them.

Thinking of this, Wu Jing pointed at Zhou Baitong again: "Where did this beggar come from, daring to come to my Wanfa Immortal Gate and play the qin randomly?"

"This senior brother, you are awesome!"

Zhang Xingyu gave Wu Jing a thumbs up.

Wu Jing looked at Zhang Xingyu, thinking Zhang Xingyu was flattering him.

He glared at Zhang Xingyu: "And you, an inner sect disciple. Not cultivating properly, running to Dragon Roar Stream to barbecue. Barbecuing is fine, but you dare to let outsiders howl like ghosts here."

"Senior brother, I was wrong." Zhang Xingyu said weakly.

"Is admitting wrong enough? Impossible. Without permission, bringing outsiders here is violating the sect rules. Do you know the sect rules of this sect? Do you know what kind of crime it is to bring people into the sect without permission?" Wu Jing didn't give Zhang Xingyu a chance to argue.

Zhang Xingyu argued in a low voice: "Senior brother, this place is outside the mountain gate of this sect."

"Outside the mountain gate is also not allowed. This Jingting Mountain is a heavy place of this sect, naturally it cannot let outsiders come in."

Zhang Xingyu's voice was even lower: "Senior brother..."

"Hateful! You inner sect disciple, you don't know anything. This senior brother kindly reminded you, not only did you not listen, but you also dared to talk back. Do you think this senior brother dare not clean you up?" Wu Jing didn't give Zhang Xingyu a chance to argue.

"Uh." Zhang Xingyu shut his mouth.

Seeing this, Wu Jing's arrogance grew even more.

He roared at Zhou Baitong: "And you, old man, get out! If you dare to play randomly again, I will smash your broken qin!"

Zhang Xingyu was stunned.

"Giggle giggle giggle!"

The laughter was crisp.

Demon King Hali covered her small mouth, and the pair of snow-white jade rabbits on her chest trembled rhythmically.

Wu Jing was about to scold Hali.

When he saw Demon King Hali, he was dumbfounded.

Saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, wetting the snow-white clothes on his chest.

Zhou Baitong's old face turned from red to green, from green to white.

He glared at Wu Jing fiercely, then waved his big sleeve.

A tornado rose from the ground, and Wu Jing flew into the sky with the wind.

Bad luck!

Zhou Baitong cursed secretly and jumped off the rock.

"Little Demon girl, it's your turn!"

Demon King Hali nodded, took out a mirror to touch up her lipstick unhurriedly, and then opened her cherry mouth.

"The rain that night couldn't keep you, the wind in the valley accompanied me crying; the sound of your camel bells seems to still ring in my ears, telling me you once came here. The wine I brewed can't make me drunk, but the song you sang makes me drunk and unable to get up, I am willing..."

The singing voice echoed between heaven and earth like the sounds of nature.

Zhou Baitong opened his eyes wide, and then slowly revealed a disappointed expression.

As soon as Demon King Hali opened her mouth, Zhou Baitong knew he had lost.

He secretly admired that a little Demon girl could sing such a lingering and moving song.

I, the old man, consider myself the Love Song Prince, but compared to her, I am still a bit worse.

Zhang Xingyu was stunned first, then amazed.

"The Shepherd of Keketuohai."

Demon King Hali was actually singing "The Shepherd of Keketuohai."

This song was very popular the year Zhang Xingyu traveled.

On the way to the Wanfa Immortal Gate, Zhang Xingyu missed Tang Yunxi and sang this folk song emotionally.

He sang, Hali listened.

Unexpectedly, he only sang it once, and Demon King Hali actually remembered it.

The key is this singing voice, which is much more pleasant than his singing.

Jingting Mountain summit, in Jingting.

Yuan Wushang's face changed slightly, and the feather fan in his hand stopped involuntarily.

Below the cliff, moving singing drifted over again.

This time it was a female voice.

This song made people feel heartbroken and liver-broken.

The few junior brothers beside him all had red eyes.

The few junior sisters beside him were all bowing their heads and sobbing.

Yuan Wushang felt a burst of irritability in his heart.

Damn it, another one stealing my limelight.

Really hateful!

Wu Jing, that guy, what is he doing.

He has been down there for so long, and he hasn't driven those people away yet.

And these junior brothers and sisters in the pavilion, do you have any morals?

Aren't you my special fans?

At this moment, shouldn't you be disdainful?

At this moment, shouldn't you be crusading loudly?

Yuan Wushang's fair face slowly turned red.

Just then, a guy with disheveled hair and covered in wounds crawled up from below the mountain, limping.

"Senior Brother Yuan, you must make the decision for me!" The person wailed.

This wail woke up everyone who was immersed in the singing.

They all gasped in unison.

The person's face was swollen like a pig's head, and the clothes on his body looked like they had been slashed a thousand times, all becoming rags.

Only from his thin and tall figure could the person's identity be vaguely recognized.

Wu Jing?

Yuan Wushang's face instantly turned purple.

He stood up with a thud: "Junior Brother Wu, who beat you like this?"

Wu Jing crawled into Jingting, hugging Yuan Wushang's thigh and wailing.

"Senior brother, you must make the decision for me. Singing under the mountain is an inner sect disciple, a demon girl, and an old beggar. I went to negotiate with them, not only did they not listen, but they also ridiculed me. They said, senior brother, your qin sound is dog shit, smelly and unbearable. Junior brother, I couldn't take it, so I fought with them. They relied on having more people to bully me. Senior brother, you must avenge me!"

"Bold!"

Yuan Wushang slapped the low table in front of him with a slap.

He looked at Wu Jing at his feet, both angry and furious.

What he was angry about was that Wu Jing, this guy, had lost all his face.

You, a dignified personal disciple, were actually beaten like this by an inner sect disciple, a demon girl, and an old beggar.

He was even more furious.

What he was angry about was those few guys, not only ridiculing his qin art, but also daring to beat his people.

This is not only not giving him face, it is simply slapping his face.

Think of him, Yuan Wushang, a Nascent Soul early-stage expert, the number one person on the personal disciple list, one of the future ten True Transmissions, in this Wanfa Immortal Gate, which disciple didn't smile and flatter him when they saw him. Even those senior elders would bow and greet him when they saw him.

It is hateful that those people under the mountain dare not give him face.

If this can be endured, what cannot be endured.

He flicked his sleeves hard and strode out of Jingting.

"Let's go, let's go and see those bold guys under the mountain. I want to let them know that anyone who dares to touch my people, Yuan Wushang, must pay an unbearable price." ===== CHAPTER 299 =====