Chapter 134: Twenty-Seven Sentences

The leading youth's face turned ugly upon hearing this.

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

"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 pretentious, sour, and rotten appearance; what's wrong with that?"

"Reciting poems all day, but I don't see you passing any imperial examinations. Pretending to be scholars among us rough people, it's truly a pig's nose stuck with green onions."

"Pretending to be an elephant! Hahahaha——"

The leading youth's face turned ugly, but he found it hard to refute.

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

For example, take the Taishan Sect's "How is Dai Zong?" If it were placed in the Huanhua Sword Sect, it would be called "How is Dai Zong? Qi and Lu are green and endless."

The Huanhua Sword Sect's moves were all two lines of poetry.

Moreover, according to the Huanhua Sword Sect's internal mental method, one had to recite poetry while making moves.

Perhaps the Huanhua Sword Sect's ancestor felt this mental method was "very stylish." But this style was very eye-catching and very annoying in the ordinary martial arts world, where the average education level was slightly higher than that of a fetus.

The reason was very simple—

Who are you pretending to be?

Everyone is running the Ordinary Jianghu. Pigsy wearing glasses—who are you pretending to be, a cultured person!?

This Sect Leader Wu spoke out in mockery for this reason—he just didn't like them.

The strength of the Huanhua Sword Sect and Sect Leader Wu's sect was similar, and they were all considered second or third-rate forces. These disciples who were climbing relationships with Li Miao came on their own, without their teachers, 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 the Huanhua Sword Sect had flushed faces, almost unable to resist stepping forward to move their hands.

The leading youth held the sword hilt, tightening and loosening it.

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 deaths, if any junior brothers or sisters were injured and it affected their future progress, he would be hard-pressed to blame.

Seeing that the few young people didn't dare to move, Sect Leader Wu laughed loudly.

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

Having said that, he turned around and was about to leave.

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

"We'll meet again in the Ordinary Jianghu."

The implication was that he was too embarrassed to travel with Li Miao anymore.

Several people turned around and were about 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 called me Brother, if I let this bunch of scumbags scold you away, how can I still mix in the Ordinary Jianghu?"

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

Li Miao's voice was not small.

The surrounding Ordinary Jianghu people had long since formed a circle, eating melons.

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

"Who is this person? Such a big tone, who recognizes him?"

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

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

Although Sect Leader Wu had the style of a local ruffian looking for trouble, he 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.

Seeing this situation, the leading youth was anxious and drew his sword, wanting to step forward to help.

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

Li Miao didn't care at all, reaching out to pinch Sect Leader Wu's back neck.

"Come come come, you come over."

Seeing Li Miao's style, Sect Leader Wu was ten times more arrogant than him, angry to the point of laughing.

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

"Today I'll teach you a lesson!"

Having said that, his hands suddenly raised, twisting toward Li Miao's outstretched right arm.

"Golden Snake Entangling Silk Hand!"

The leading youth exclaimed: "So ruthless!"

This move was Sect Leader Wu's signature Wu Gong, and it was clearly an all-out attack, 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 viciousness of this move at all, the leading youth exclaimed and was about to flash forward to rescue him.

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 Silk Hand" was entangled on Li Miao's right arm, exerting force and twisting, 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 disciples had originally been standing to the side with their arms crossed, wanting to see how Li Miao would humiliate himself.

But they didn't expect this situation, and for a moment, they cursed one after another, but didn't dare to step forward.

Li Miao seemed to have grabbed a stray dog, ignoring Sect Leader Wu's desperate struggle in his hands and constant fierce attacks on his right arm, carrying him back.

Then, with a "thud," he slammed him onto the ground.

"Apologize, say you were wrong."

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

Li Miao didn't indulge him, reaching out and slapping 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 also softened his stance; Li Miao's Wu Gong was unfathomable, and it wasn't that he couldn't bow his head.

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

If he softened his stance, how could he have the face to mix in the Ordinary Jianghu in the future?

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

Li Miao glanced at him and pressed his hand on his shoulder.

Bang!

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

"I was dragged by a tough guy last night and only slept for three hours. Now is exactly the time when I hate tough guys."

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

Li Miao squatted beside Sect Leader Wu, looking at his sweaty, blue-faced appearance.

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

Bang!

He smashed him directly 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 disciples saw their Sect Leader being humiliated and gathered around, cursing in unison.

Li Miao glanced at them and turned to look at Sect Leader Wu.

"The scolding of 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 what Li Miao meant at first, thought about it, and was shocked and angry.

Li Miao was clearly counting the number of sentences his disciples were cursing.

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

"Shut up!!!"

"Don't scold anymore!!"

Sect Leader Wu was still held in Li Miao's hand, his head pressed to the ground, but he shouted with all his might.

"Sect Leader!"

"I told you to shut up!"

Finally, his disciples quieted down.

Sect Leader Wu breathed heavily and said to Li Miao in a low voice.

"My lord, I have eyes but didn't recognize Taishan."

"I already know how powerful you are; 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 cursing me in their hearts."

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

"My lord, forgive people when 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, looking down at Sect Leader Wu.

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

"They scolded me twenty-seven times with their mouths, so the ones in their hearts will also count as twenty-seven times."

Bang!

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

"One."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 135 =====