Bug Master In Doomsday

"Bastard! Yuanqing, take a good look at where this is! This is Canglang Island, not your imperial imperial capital! Here is our Canglangmen people who have the final say!"

A radical elder who really couldn’t see it stood up with a flushed face and yelled. He pointed to a black face, Yuan Qing, who was not handsome at all, and his luxurious Dao robes trembled slightly with breath. There is no shame to dare to speak up here.

Of course, he is not stupid enough to say such words in the public. Their sects select disciples, and the first thing they look at when they are promoted to elders is appearance. As a cultivator, even if he is not handsome, he should be dignified. Right, so rude-looking like Yuan Qing is embarrassed to wear a Taoist robe? !

"Canglangmen?!" Yuan Qing, who was sitting on the wooden chair with Da Ma Jindao, sneered disdainfully. He unceremoniously put down the tea cup and stared at the radical and angry elder and said coldly: "This is Cang Lang. Don’t you think it’s right? Hehe, now you pierce my throat with the saber around your waist, and I promise you won’t resist. Do you dare? I’ll just ask if you dare?!"

At the end of Yuan Qing's words, his tone suddenly rose, and a pair of copper bell-like eyes stared sarcastically at the elder Canglangmen who could hardly restrain his inner anger.

"Why don't I dare? You can kill, don't be insulted! I will give up my life today, and I will splash you on the spot!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the saber around his waist, and a dazzling cold light suddenly flashed across the hall. The strong spiritual energy cultivation and superb sword skills made him take the deadly cold light in the blink of an eye. Locked Yuan Qing's throat!

"Zheng!" A harsh sound of metal and iron strikes, and a transparent wall the size of a mirror blocked this murderous sword skill.

Cangfu, who was slightly chubby, walked out from the side entrance of the hall aggressively. He slowly approached and glanced at the shot elder indifferently, and hit him in the face with a'pop' palm. on.

"Dogish things! Master Yuanqing, do you dare to do it? I will interrupt your doglegs personally today and let you kowtow to Master Yuanqing to admit your mistakes!"

Cangfu’s cold and stern voice echoed throughout the spacious hall. The elder who shot looked at the dark-faced Cangfu. After a few moments, he lowered his head and exhaled sadly. He casually regarded normal as usual. Treasure's saber dropped to the ground, shaking his head speechlessly.

‘Hey! A healthy thigh was suddenly broken, twisted into a strange shape, and the bruise that was visible to the naked eye immediately turned the wound on that short leg into a hematoma.

But apart from this crisp sound of broken bones, the elder who shot did not make any more sounds, not even a groan!

Mechanical confession, cold apology, Yuan Qing, who was still sitting on the wooden chair, looked at the kneeling elder in front of him, sneered mockingly, and waved his hand generously.

"Master Yuanqing asked you to go down, get out quickly, don't show up in the hall again!"

Cang Fu once again reprimanded him in a cold voice, leaving him to walk out in embarrassment with short legs.

After people left, Cangfu's dark face finally eased a little.

He forced a kind smile, walked to Yuan Qing's side, and explained in harmony: "Master Yuan Qing, the little beast just now is not sensible, don't forget to your heart, in everyone's heart, you are an expert in commanding war. The Anguo Hou of the empire, and all my colleagues in Canglangmen, are extremely admired."