C212 A sense of virtue and prestige

Linhai was not a heavily industrial city. The development zone was mainly stationed with a few light energy industries, so when night fell, this place seemed especially quiet, as though it was a ghost city. Other than the street lamps, there were practically no other traces of light.

The reason why Ye Qian chose this place was because there were very few people here.

Quietly lighting up a cigarette, Ye Qian's handsome face revealed a smile that was not a smile. Looking at the cigarettes lingering in the darkness, Ye Qian's smile became even weirder. However, after smoking with Liu Mingchuan twice, Ye Qian had realized that this thing was not bad. Although he couldn't wake up from his stupor, at least this smell could cover up the smell of blood.

After staying silent for a long time in the darkness, a figure suddenly appeared.

That person's figure slowly walked out of the darkness. He wore a gray Daoist robe, and did not look like a modern man.

"Sky Sovereign Wuliang, I never thought that such a young man with such a low level of Linhai could actually possess such a cultivation. No wonder he was able to seriously injure such an evil disciple. It seems like Poverty-stricken People has really underestimated you!"

Ye Qian raised his head and curiously looked at the Daoist Priest not far away. The Daoist Priest was not very old, he looked to be only in his early forties. However, his face was haggard, and his eyes were full of golden light. His high temples showed that he was an inner sect expert.

Looking at the Taoist who was about to approach him, Ye Qian suddenly smiled. "Jin Taiming, that idiot is your disciple?"

"Humph!" The Daoist Priest snorted and said, "Little Benefactor destroyed my disciple's dantian with a kick. As a martial artist, don't you think your actions are too excessive?"

Ye Qian shrugged his shoulders in disdain: "I don't feel that there's anything excessive about that. For someone who wants to kill someone, they have to be prepared to be killed. I am already very courteous, I did not kill him on the spot, I only crippled his martial arts, and told him not to be so arrogant! "

Daoist Deadwood looked straight at Ye Qian, and said with a sneer, "Killing people easily. It seems like little Benefactor has already fallen into the Path of Demon and is unable to extricate himself!"

"Path of Demon?" Ye Qian's mouth formed a smile: "It looks like you Taoists are all just fishes for fame. It was laughable how he could speak so brilliantly and accurately! "No matter how much I fall into the Path of Demons, I wouldn't be like you who shamelessly steal a peek at a little girl bathing."

He only let out a cold laugh when he saw that Ye Qian's words were not even the least bit angered Daoist Deadwood. "Brat with a sharp tongue, I wonder if your methods are as sharp as your words!"

Ye Qian squinted his eyes, his eyes mischievous as he said, "You sure did hit me when I was young. Alright, since you want to do it, then do it, I want to see what kind of garbage is this master of yours who can teach such an idiot like Jin Taiming! "

"Brat, you're courting death." Gritting his teeth, Daoist Deadwood snorted, "You crippled my disciple's martial arts, so Poverty-stricken People will cripple your martial arts as compensation!"

"Cripple my martial arts?" Ye Qian sneered.

In truth, Ye Qian's ability was not a martial arts technique, but a martial arts technique that could only be described on Earth. Nine Revolutions God Devil was a Cultivation Methods of an ancient Body Training, once cultivated, unless one died, it was impossible to cripple. This point was different from the so-called dantian and martial arts on earth.

However, from Ye Qian's perspective, the Daoist in front of him had some tricks up his sleeves, at least he was much stronger than that idiot Jin Taiming.

However, the Daoist did not immediately rush up to face Ye Qian, but stood in his original spot and started to recuperate. Ye Qian felt waves of air start to spread around the Taoist's body, turning into streams of Strong Qi.

"Not bad, not bad at all." Not bad, not bad at all. But you, a bastard old Taoist, if you still want to fight with me, aren't you being too naive! "

Although the Priest Mu in front of him was slightly higher ranked than Jin Taiming, he was only at the late stage of the Ox-Tiger Realm. He was basically on the same level as Tian Bao.

After brewing for a while, Ye Qian saw Daoist Deadwood stomp his foot on the ground, leaving a deep imprint. Immediately after, Daoist Deadwood leaped, his movements extremely agile, straight at Ye Qian, a pair of Meat Palm s following suit.

"White Crane Brilliant Wings!"

As soon as his voice fell, Daoist Priest Mu Mu had already arrived in front of Ye Qian, which was followed by Ye Qian throwing out a punch.

However, Daoist Deadwood instead retreated, both of his hands blocked Ye Qian's fists, and drew a circle in the air, wanting to dissipate Ye Qian's fist force: "Cocktail!"

Ye Qian was curious, and tilted his head to look at the Taoist.

When Deadwood saw Ye Qian in a daze, he turned his palms into push and pushed them towards Ye Qian's chest: "Seemingly Sealed Shut!"

Daoist Deadwood's palm struck Ye Qian's chest with a loud bang. "A scornful smile appeared on Daoist Deadwood's face. It was as if he felt that this little brat in front of him was too weak to withstand a single blow.

However, Daoist Priest Deadwood's disdainful smile quickly turned into disbelief and embarrassment.

With Daoist Priest Deadwood's power, if this Seemingly Sealed Seal struck a person's body, if the person was unable to be sent flying, the person would at least be heavily injured. However, the youth in front of him did not move at all. He was like a huge mountain, while his arms were numbed and even in pain.

"How is this possible? Could it be that he's practising a technique like Golden Bell Cover …" He looked at Daoist Master Ye Qian's Withered Wood in fear and said in his heart.

At this time, Ye Qian let out a cold laugh, and said: "Yesterday, I felt that I saw Jin Taiming's movement technique somewhere before, but I couldn't remember it at the moment. However, looking at you today, I can't help but recall something that happened a long, long time ago. "

Suddenly, Ye Qian spoke without beating around the bush: "Daoist, what is your relationship with that little fellow Zhang Junbao?"

Daoist Deadwood was furious as he berated: "Impudent, how dare a brat like you directly call out the name of my Wudang Ancestral Master!"

Ye Qian shook his head and laughed, "This reputed one is old enough to be his ancestor. "When I met Zhang Junbao, I didn't have a Daoist like you."

Daoist Deadwood stared blankly for a moment, but then cold sweat began to roll down his forehead. His gaze drifted and landed on Ye Qian's body. Anyone who dared to say that they knew Zhang Junbao in this world was an old monster who had lived for seven or eight hundred years. They were all legendary existences.

Of course, he knew that once one steps into the Xiantian realm, that person would have a lifespan of a few hundred years. Although this was only a legend in the world of martial arts, it did not mean that it did not exist.

"Poverty-stricken People, Poverty-stricken People, don't tell me you're so unlucky to actually, actually meet an old monster that has lived for hundreds of years with just one move?" Daoist Priest Deadwood was terrified and could not help but feel a lingering fear.

However, as he looked at Ye Qian's seventeen or eighteen years old face, Daoist Deadwood did not believe him and berated him, "Brat, don't even try to play tricks on me.

As he spoke, Daoist Deadwood made his move once again. His hands turned into palms of energy as he pushed them out towards Ye Qian once more.

Ye Qian shook his head and laughed bitterly: "Idiot!"

Daoist Deadwood's attack seemed to be very slow, but in truth, it was extremely powerful. Although Wudang originated from Shaolin, it was different from Shaolin. With the word "remnant" above his head, the Wudang required him to cripple the other party as soon as he made a move.

Ye Qian fiercely exerted force following the palm attack of Daoist Deadwood, and once again, threw out a punch.

Withered Wood Daoist's hands were nimble and he immediately wanted to use a mysterious method like Tai Ji to reduce the power on Ye Qian's fist. But this time, he was not as lucky as last time, because his palm could not even touch Ye Qian's fist. Ye Qian's fist force, Astral Wind, was simply too ferocious, and wasn't something that someone of Deadwood's level could contend against.

Although Taiji Fist was profound and the thirteen forms of Taiji could be considered a superior martial art, the gap between the realms was simply insurmountable.

Boom!" Deadwood couldn't react at all. Ye Qian's punch sent him flying backward like a kite with its string cut. Blood spurted out of his mouth. At this moment, Deadwood had never felt so weak before. After all, Deadwood had been an expert in the martial arts world for many years, but today, he had been knocked down by a youth. This was a situation that Deadwood had never encountered before.

Deadwood's eyes were filled with disbelief. However, he was starting to believe that this young man in front of him was not simply seventeen or eighteen years old. He was definitely an old monster, an old monster of unknown depths. On his seemingly young face, there were definitely countless marks of time, and each of these marks were engraved with the words Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

Knocking down the dead tree in one strike was not a difficult task for Ye Qian, as it was as easy as killing Jin Taiming with a single strike.

"Interesting, boring!" "There's no challenge at all!"

As he said that, he shook his head, and Ye Qian slowly walked towards the heavily injured piece of dried wood on the ground.

Deadwood was shocked and quickly retreated, "You, what are you trying to do?"

Everyone would be afraid of death, and the same was true for the dead wood. If the person he was facing was a young man with powerful strength, that would be fine as well. After all, in consideration of his Wudang, the other party wouldn't dare to do anything. However, even if he was lucky, he would not die. Deadwood was facing an old monster. It was unknown what kind of thing he would do if he were to address the old monster directly as the creator of his sect.

Ye Qian laughed awkwardly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I won't kill you, not even for the sake of that little rascal Zhang Junbao. But I want you to go back and tell that idiot Jin Taiming to behave properly. Not everyone can afford to offend him! "

With that, Ye Qian waved his hand, his fingertip lightly moved and lightly tapped on Deadwood's forehead, releasing a gust of Spirit Qi into Deadwood's mind: "Go back and comprehend it properly, it will benefit your cultivation!"

Deadwood simply did not know what Ye Qian's move meant, but he knew that it was definitely a good item, because after this cool and refreshing Qi entered his body, his own injuries did not seem to be that painful anymore.

"Thank, thank you senior!" Although it was against his will, Deadwood still nodded.

Ye Qian chuckled, and laughed to himself: "Your words of seniority indeed make me feel a little virtuous and respected, hahaha!"

With that, Ye Qian turned and left, not paying any more attention to Deadwood. The slender figure disappeared into the darkness not long after.