Chapter 122

The leading young man heard this sentence, and his face turned ugly for a moment.

He turned his head to look over there and barely bowed.

"Sect Leader Wu, my Huanhua Sword Sect has no grudge with your sect; why do you use words to hurt people?"

That person sneered.

"I just don't like your sour, pretentious look; what's wrong with that?"

"Reciting poems and composing couplets all day, yet I don't see you passing any imperial examinations. Pretending to be scholars among us rough guys, it's really like a pig's nose stuck with green onions."

"Pretending to be an elephant! Hahahaha——"

The leading young man's face turned ugly, but it was hard to refute.

Huanhua Sword Sect, just by the name, one knew that their sect's founding ancestor might indeed be a bit "literary." And the moves they inherited were indeed a bit "that way."

For example, take Taishan Sect's "How is Daizong"; if it were put into Huanhua Sword Sect, it would be called "Daizong fu how, Qilu green never ends."

Huanhua Sword Sect's moves were all two-line poems.

Moreover, according to Huanhua Sword Sect's internal mental cultivation, one had to recite poems while making moves.

Perhaps Huanhua Sword Sect's ancestor felt this kind of mental cultivation was "very stylish." But this style was very eye-catching and very annoying in the Wu Lin, where the average education level was slightly higher than prenatal education.

The reason was very simple—

Who are you pretending to be?

Everyone is running the Wu Lin. Pigsy wearing glasses, who are you pretending to be a cultured person for!?

This Sect Leader Wu spoke sarcastically for this reason—he didn't like them.

Huanhua Sword Sect and this Sect Leader Wu's sect were similar in strength, both considered second or third-rate forces. These disciples chatting with Li Miao came on their own, without teachers leading them, so Sect Leader Wu became even more arrogant.

You bunch of chicks, I'll scold you if I want; what's wrong with that?

Several disciples of Huanhua Sword Sect turned red, almost unable to resist moving to act.

The leading young man's hand gripped the hilt, tighter and tighter.

He brought his junior brothers and sisters down the mountain, so he couldn't do things according to his own wishes.

The situation was stronger than the people; if they fought, although there probably wouldn't be any loss of life, if any junior brother or sister was injured and it affected their future progress, he would be hard-pressed to blame.

Sect Leader Wu saw that several young people dared not move and laughed loudly.

After a long while, the leading young man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Let's go."

Having said this, he turned to leave.

Passing by Li Miao, he bowed apologetically to Li Miao: "Brother Li, sorry, let you see a joke."

"We'll meet again in the Wu Lin."

The implication was that he was embarrassed to continue traveling with Li Miao.

Several people turned to leave, not wanting to participate in Shaolin's ceremony anymore.

"Hey, hey, wait a moment."

Li Miao pressed a hand on his shoulder.

"Since you call me brother, if I let this bunch of losers scold you away, how can I mix in the Wu Lin?"

"Wait, I'll go grab him and reason with him."

Li Miao's words were not quiet.

The surrounding Wu Lin people had long formed a circle and were eating melons.

They originally thought it would end just like that, but unexpectedly, Li Miao popped out of nowhere, and they looked sideways, whispering to each other.

"Who is this person? The tone is so big, who recognizes him?"

"Don't recognize him, not someone from Huanhua Sword Sect."

The leading young man turned around suddenly, wanting to persuade Li Miao not to be impulsive.

Sect Leader Wu, although he had the style of a hoodlum looking for trouble, was a solid second-rate expert, only one step away from the first-rate.

Just as he wanted to speak, he saw Li Miao had already walked out and arrived in front of Sect Leader Wu.

The leading young man saw this situation, anxious in his heart, drew his sword, and was about to come forward to help.

Li Miao was standing up for them; they couldn't just stand by and watch.

Li Miao didn't care at all, reached out, and pinched Sect Leader Wu's back neck.

"Come, come, come, you come over."

Sect Leader Wu saw Li Miao's style, which was simply ten times more arrogant than him, and laughed out of anger.

"Where did you bird-man pop out from? So arrogant!"

"Today I'll give you a lesson!"

Having said this, his hands suddenly raised and entangled toward Li Miao's reaching right arm.

"Golden Snake Entangling Hand!"

The leading young man exclaimed: "So ruthless!"

This move was Sect Leader Wu's famous Wu Gong, and it was clearly a full-force strike, intending to directly "twist" Li Miao's right arm off!

"It's over!"

Seeing Li Miao not dodging or avoiding, as if he hadn't noticed the sinister nature of this move at all, the leading young man exclaimed and was about to flash forward to rescue.

But he paused for a moment.

Because Li Miao had already grabbed Sect Leader Wu's back neck and lifted him up.

And Sect Leader Wu's "Golden Snake Entangling Hand" was entangled on Li Miao's right arm, exerting force and entangling, making Sect Leader Wu's face turn red.

But it was like a mayfly shaking a tree.

"Let go! Let go of the Sect Leader!"

"You, you sneak attack! Winning without martial virtue!"

Sect Leader Wu's sect members were originally standing by with arms crossed, watching the show, wanting to see how Li Miao would bring humiliation upon himself.

But they didn't expect this situation, and for a while, they scolded one after another, but didn't dare to come forward.

Li Miao seemed to have grabbed a wild dog, ignoring Sect Leader Wu struggling in his hand and constantly attacking his right arm, and carried him back.

Then with a "bang," he pounded him onto the ground.

"Apologize, say you were wrong."

This move scared Sect Leader Wu quite a bit, and for a while, he was shocked and angry.

Li Miao didn't indulge him either, reached out, and slapped him on the back of the head, making him stagger.

"Speak."

"You!"

Sect Leader Wu turned his head suddenly, his face flushed red.

He had suffered losses and had bowed his head; Li Miao's Wu Gong was unfathomable, and he was not unable to bow his head.

But Li Miao's style didn't treat him like a human at all!

If he bowed his head, how would he have the face to mix in the Wu Lin in the future?

Sect Leader Wu was about to stiffen his neck and say a few more harsh words; even if he couldn't win, he would have something to say in the future.

Li Miao swept a glance at him and reached out to press on his shoulder.

Bang!

This move actually pressed Sect Leader Wu directly to his knees on the ground.

"I was just dragged by a tough bone last night and only slept for three hours. Now is exactly the time I hate tough bones."

"You want to pretend to be a tough bone, but you picked the wrong time."

Li Miao squatted down to Sect Leader Wu's side, watching him sweating profusely and his face turning iron-blue.

He reached out and pinched Sect Leader Wu's back neck.

Bang!

Directly smashed onto the ground.

"You just scolded them three times."

"First kowtow three times."

Bang!

Bang!

After three loud kowtows, Sect Leader Wu was already seeing stars and couldn't speak.

His sect members saw their Sect Leader being humiliated, and for a while, they surrounded him, scolding even more in unison.

Li Miao swept a glance at them and turned to look at Sect Leader Wu.

"Scolding them is over, now let's count the scolding of me."

"Seventeen, eighteen, twenty-two, twenty-five..."

He started counting.

Sect Leader Wu didn't know Li Miao's meaning at first, thought about it, and was shocked and angry.

Li Miao was clearly counting the number of sentences his sect members were scolding.

Once counted, he was afraid he would have to kowtow!

"Shut up!!!"

"Don't scold anymore!!"

Sect Leader Wu was still being held by Li Miao, his head pressed to the ground, but he shouted with all his might.

"Sect Leader!"

"I told you to shut up!"

Finally, his sect members quieted down.

Sect Leader Wu breathed heavily and said softly to Li Miao.

"Your excellency, I had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai."

"I already know the severity, so let me go."

Li Miao shook his head.

"That won't do."

"Look at these disciples of yours; although they don't speak, they must be scolding me in their hearts."

Someone walked out from the side and said to Li Miao.

"Your excellency, be forgiving where you can."

This belonged to the type who felt they "had face," standing and talking without back pain, wanting to come out and "say a few words." Making themselves look "fair" and "just."

Li Miao didn't even raise his eyes, looked down and said to Sect Leader Wu.

"Forget it, since someone feels it's excessive, then I'll spare you a little."

"They scolded me twenty-seven sentences with their mouths, and the ones in their hearts, let's count them as twenty-seven sentences too."

Bang!

Before Sect Leader Wu could reply, Li Miao suddenly pressed his head to the ground, making a muffled sound.

"One."