Chapter 299: Hitting the Face with a Brick Is Just Refreshing

"No one can sing such moving songs like you, no beautiful girl can make me forget..."

After the song, the lingering sound lingered.

Zhou Baitong took off the red-skinned gourd from his waist and looked up to take a big gulp.

"The wine I brewed can't make me drunk! Little girl, sing well! Comparing singing, I, the old Daoist, admit defeat."

Zhang Xingyu clapped loudly.

"Brother Hali, you are amazing! If you go to participate in China's Good Voice, you will definitely win the championship!"

"Shut up!"

A shout came from behind.

Zhang Xingyu turned his head and first saw a pig's head, then a group of indignant personal disciples.

Among those men and women, there was a very dashing guy, whose face seemed to have been seen somewhere.

His gaze stayed on that guy's face, gradually becoming cold.

He recognized Yuan Wushang.

This Yuan Wushang who once led people to hunt him down, this Yuan Wushang who caused him to jump off a cliff, this Yuan Wushang whom he once swore to make look good.

Yuan Wushang also recognized Zhang Xingyu.

His face was full of sadness and joy, changing constantly.

What is sad is that he met someone he couldn't afford to offend.

That white-haired old guy is not a beggar at all, he is clearly that Ancestor Zhou Baitong who sees the head but not the tail.

As a leader among the personal disciples, he had the honor of entering the Ancestor Hall once. On both sides of the Ancestor Hall hung portraits of past ancestors.

What is happy is that he met the young man who stole the divine fruit in the God Clan ruins.

He once swore to catch that guy. To catch this young man, he lost three dharma treasure-level flying swords. To catch this young man, he guarded outside the Sword Tomb for a full half year.

Once upon a time, he thought that the young man had died in the Sword Tomb, and he would never have the chance to get the divine fruit, and never have the chance to cultivate a second primordial spirit.

Heaven really has eyes, actually sending him to his front like this.

Yuan Wushang really wanted to catch Zhang Xingyu immediately, but he resisted and didn't make a move.

Yuan Wushang was playing face-changing, but Wu Jing on the side spoke loudly.

"Senior Brother Yuan, they are the three who beat me. Senior Brother Yuan, please avenge me!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Senior Brother Yuan, beat them to death, avenge Senior Brother Wu!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Senior Brother Yuan, daring to sing such a terrible singing voice, it is simply insulting our ears!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Senior Brother Yuan, daring to beat our people, I will beat them to death!"

Yuan Wushang's face turned from purple to green.

He wished he could beat these mouthy senior brothers and junior brothers to death.

"Shut up, Zhou..."

Yuan Wushang wanted to open his mouth to explain to Zhou Baitong, but found that his whole body was stiff, and even his mouth couldn't move.

Beside him, those mouthy junior brothers and sisters had already started rolling up their sleeves.

"Old beggar, kneel down!"

"Demon girl, die quickly!"

"Kid, for the sake of being in the same sect, you self-destruct your arms!"

Ahead, Zhou Baitong's old face flushed red.

He looked at Demon King Hali, Hali was looking at him with a smile.

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

He waved his hand, and all the personal disciples who were roaring knelt on the ground.

"Stinky brat, teach these guys who don't respect their elders a lesson for me! If you don't beat them until even their mothers can't recognize them, don't stop!"

"Got it!"

Receiving orders to beat people, I like this job.

Especially since these people are all personal disciples who think they are above everyone else.

Especially since the boss of these people is the enemy he swore to repair.

Enemies meet, eyes are especially red.

Yuan Wushang, this time I will beat you until even your own father can't recognize you.

Hehe!

Zhang Xingyu grinned and came to Yuan Wushang.

He pulled out a pitch-black brick from his storage bag.

Hitting the face with a brick is just refreshing.

"Slap!"

With one brick, Yuan Wushang's right face sank.

A moment later, the sunken right face slowly bulged.

Not bad, the effect is just right.

Yuan Wushang, this guy's face is really not covered.

Look, it's now an inch higher than it was originally.

Then try the other side.

"Slap!"

With one brick, Yuan Wushang's left face sank.

Not bad, come again.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Hitting the face with a brick is just refreshing!

After a few bricks, Yuan Wushang's head was no longer human-shaped.

However, even so, he still opened his eyes and glared at Zhang Xingyu fiercely.

The coldness in his eyes was like a poisonous snake, making Zhang Xingyu feel cold all over.

If you don't kill the snake, there will be endless trouble.

Zhang Xingyu's eyes narrowed.

Anyway, the hatred between him and Yuan Wushang is a life-and-death hatred.

Either he dies or I die.

Simply, I will do it once and for all, and end you today.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyu raised the brick high.

"Kid, beating is beating, don't kill anyone!"

His hand felt light, and the brick had already flown into Zhou Baitong's hand.

What a pity!

However, without the brick, he still has magic power.

Zhang Xingyu secretly operated his magic power, but found that the magic power in his body was shrinking and not moving.

What the hell?

"Stinky brat, looking quiet and gentle, I didn't expect your murderous heart to be so heavy."

Zhou Baitong waved his hand, and Zhang Xingyu was fanned aside by him.

Zhou Baitong walked to the group of personal disciples, waved his right hand, and the slapping sounds rang out at the same time.

After the sound, a deep red palm print appeared on everyone's face.

"Get out!"

Zhou Baitong waved his hand again, and the kneeling crowd felt a looseness, restoring their freedom again.

Yuan Wushang stood up silently and bowed to Zhou Baitong.

After paying respects, he turned and left.

Behind him, his supporters bowed one after another.

These personal disciples no longer had the arrogance they had at the beginning.

The hot palm print on their faces seemed to be reminding them: they kicked an iron plate and provoked someone they couldn't afford to offend.

What a pity!

Zhang Xingyu sighed secretly.

From now on, I'm afraid I won't have any peaceful days.

A gloomy look flashed across his face.

Yuan Wushang, I will definitely not let you go.

Zhou Baitong looked at Zhang Xingyu, then asked: "You kid have a grudge against that fair-faced guy?"

Zhang Xingyu nodded.

"Hatred of killing father?" Zhou Baitong asked again.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head: "Life-and-death hatred. Either he dies or I die."

Zhou Baitong's old eyes turned a few times, but in the end, he didn't ask him the reason.

After a long while, he reminded: "You know the sect rules. Don't solve it within the sect."

"Mm!" Zhang Xingyu nodded in agreement.

Zhou Baitong shook his head, walked to Demon King Hali's side.

"Little girl, what is the name of the song you just sang?"

Demon King Hali didn't speak, just pointed at Zhang Xingyu with her finger.

"The Shepherd of Keketuohai."

Zhou Baitong stroked his chin: "Very good song, very good shepherd!"

He took a book from his bosom and threw it to Demon King Hali: "Admit defeat, this "Departing Fire True Classic" is the bet for this competition."

Demon King Hali didn't even look at it, and threw the book to Zhang Xingyu.

Zhou Baitong's old eyes lit up.

After a while, he instructed Zhang Xingyu: "The Departing Fire True Classic is the sect-protecting unique skill of the Three Flavors Palace, you are not allowed to pass it on after learning it."

Zhang Xingyu nodded, and asked suspiciously: "Three Flavors Palace's?"

Zhou Baitong nodded: "This is what I won from the Departing Fire Immortal Venerable of the Three Flavors Palace in a bet. At that time, there was an agreement that it could only be passed to one person. I have a fate with you kid, so I'll make it cheap for you."

After speaking, he glared at Zhang Xingyu: "Don't dawdle, hurry up and grill the loach. My old Daoist's greedy worm has been waiting impatiently!" ===== CHAPTER 300 =====