Chapter 7 The Forgotten Master

Yan must lose his heart was very indignant, but he still pretended to be elegant and patiently explained: "Master, I'm not a sophomore, but the only single and proud disciple of Jiangbeisheng, a 'wonderful magic doctor'. He has a good land and several mansions. Can you marry your disciples to me? I promise, Your Taoist temple will be re-retouched, and all the Tianzun will reshape the golden body to ensure that you are full of incense and fight for gold every day. Shitai, please think about it.

The words must be bragging, and there is no pause in speech, and the breath is vented to the bottom.

The middle-aged Taoist nun stared at him with a cold look. When he finished speaking, she said to Wang Yaner behind her, "Yaner, slap him in the mouth until half of his teeth fell off me."

"Yes." Wang Yaner was already angry. At this moment, as soon as she heard the master's order, she rushed up with a pair of pink fists.

He burst into laughter. He is more or less kung fu. The warrior's junior level is not bad at this age. Wang Yaner on the opposite side doesn't look like a double nine years old, and she can be as strong.

"Girl, I advise you not to fight with me." Before he finished speaking, a clear slap sounded on his left face.

"P"

This slap in the face immediately blinded the words.

He was surprised to find that he couldn't move all over his body, which was as heavy as lead. Looking down again, the purple jade dust in the hands of the silver-haired middle-aged teacher in front of him actually oozed a trace of green light, tying his limbs like tentacles.

This green light is as fine as a hair, and it is difficult to detect it if you don't look closely. Moreover, these light rays are surprisingly powerful. No matter how hard it is, they will not move at all.

The words must be shocked, but Wang Yaner, who was opposite him, was happy.

He raised his hand and slapped more than a dozen slaps, and his eyelids didn't blink.

It must be lost to say that he is romantic and talented, but in just a few breaths, his mouths are swollen like meat buns.

He wanted to shout, but he was afraid of losing face. If he begged for mercy, he could not say anything in front of a beautiful woman.

But the diners and the maids in the restaurant hall all squeezed their mouths and laughed, looking at the fun.

Fortunately, at this time, a clear voice sounded on the second floor: "Please show mercy."

The middle-aged Taoist nun looked up and saw that there was a black-haired teenager in a moon-white robe upstairs. She was as old as her disciple Wang Yaner, who was sixteen years old, but her expression was surprisingly calm and extraordinary, especially a pair of eyes, dark and bright, deep and distant, like a vast ocean.

She was thinking about which of the top ten sects she was an outstanding disciple, but Wang Yaner, who was beside her, had stopped.

"Huh? Yaner, who asked you to stop? The Taoist nun raised her eyebrows and was a little unhappy.

Wang Yaner's cheeks were slightly red. She glanced at Wu Pengwei, who was coming, and whispered in my aunt's ear, "Master, he is the boy of the sunset sect, the guy who will compare with his unintentional brother four days later."

"It turned out to be him." The middle-aged Taoist nun's expression moved, but in a blink of an eye, she saw a giggle in front of her face. Her mouth was as red and swollen as a monkey's buttocks. She was so angry that she didn't hit a place. She snorted coldly: "It's a kind of thing, and people are divided into groups. It's not very smart to be able to be mixed up with such a bastards. Yan'er, you can continue to beat me."

I was very happy to say that I was finally saved. Who knew that I was going to slap me in the face in a blink of an eye, and I suddenly felt unspeakable.

"Master..." Wang Yaner hesitated a little and seemed to be a little reluctant.

"What? Don't you listen to what you say as a teacher?" The middle-aged Taoist aunt brushed the dust, and her pretty face was as cold as iron.

"I dare not, Yan'er will do it now." Wang Yaner's heart trembled. She looked at Wu Pengwei with a complicated look and raised her hand to pull it down.

Wu Pengwei stood up and didn't see how hard he exerted. He came to Wang Yaner like a flowing cloud. He held the left wrist she was about to pull off and said lightly, "It's just a word. Why does the teacher have to be angry? The monk is compassionate. Don't be so cruel."

As soon as the middle-aged teacher Taifeng picked up his eyes, the purple jade brushed the dust, and a light like a green snake shot at Wu Pengwei.

The light came out silently. Wu Pengwei's eyes tightened, retreated quickly, and changed three or four directions in a row, but the snake-shaped radiant was like a maggot of the metatarsoas, which could follow each other and turn around, just like long eyes.

Wu Pengwei knew that it was not good. He met a master at the master level. This baldity seemed to have spirituality, and his appearance was like a real snake, lifelike. When he swam, there was even snakes composed of light and shadow, which was obviously a very high level of gathering gas into things that reached the realm of the great master.

He immediately thought without thinking, the "blue water dragon blade" popped out of his right sleeve and cut out ten knife lights in an instant, which crushed the snake-shaped light into pieces.

"Good." Wu Pengwei's action was extremely clean and neat, which aroused the praise of the middle-aged Taoist aunt, but then the Taoist aunt snorted coldly. Between the floating palms, a ball of green light came out, and the bright green yang man was actually dazzling and difficult to look directly.

"No, it's a light bomb. Master, get out of the way."

With a low shout, a gray shadow arrow shot in front of Wu Pengwei, holding a long stick and staring at the ball of light in Taoist aunt's hand like a big enemy.

Aoki knows the power of this photosphere. A small photosphere actually condenses great power, which is the consequence of the rapid condensation of the power of qi and blood. Among them, the power is terrible and unimaginable that it can almost crush the whole restaurant into pieces, which is definitely not what Wu Pengwei can resist.

In this critical bald head, there was a bold laughter outside the door of the restaurant, interrupting the light ball that the middle-aged Taoist nun was about to emit.

"Haha, the forgetful teacher is so elegant that he actually fights with a few juniors here."

When the middle-aged Taoist nun heard this voice, she snorted, but the light ball in her hand dissipated invisible. She turned around, brushed the dust, made a salutation, and said coldly, "The martial arts alliance broke the right envoy. Is it difficult for the teacher to work too much? Do you still need to ask you for instructions?"

"Haha, I dare not do that."

A rough man came into the restaurant. He wore a thin long shirt with an open collar, revealing most of his strong chest, and his blue hair was not tied. He casually draped behind his shoulders. When he walked, his eyes were full of vitality and extremely extraordinary.

Being him, an old man with two frosted white temples came in. He was dressed in apricot forest costume and was beautiful. Three was of long beards under his jaw flew out of the dust. He saw the middle-aged Taoist nun and held his fist and saluted: "I was born in the north of the lower river. Five years ago, I was lucky to go to Zhengqi Mountain to treat the internal injury of the elders of Guizong. Unfortunately, at that time, the teacher went out on a long trip and was predestined. Today, I, an incompetent disciple, offended you. Please look at the feelings of the day and raise your hand.

The forgetful master snorted too coldly and did not reply. He just brushed the dust in his hand, and the green silk that bound his words must be lost dispersed.

"Doctor Jiang, you are a famous Xinglin player. I hope you can discipline your apprentice well. It's really elegant." As soon as the forgetful master turned around, she raised the dust in her hand, and walked to the third floor. Wang Yaner behind her spit out her tongue at Wu Pengwei and followed lightly.

He must have escaped from the disaster. When he saw the master coming again, he immediately lowered his head and drumped out some ** from his arms. He wiped it on his face, but in the blink of an eye, the red and swollen steamed bun face, which was like a monkey's buttocks, immediately recovered as before, and there was no trace of being beaten.

"Master, why are you always here?" Yan must lose his face and pretends to smile and greeted him obediently.

Jiangbei was so angry that his face turned pale. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice: "Can I do it if I don't come? I'm afraid that if I don't come again, the reputation I have accumulated in my life will be ruined by you.

"Master, I didn't do anything bad." You must lose your innocence.

"Didn't you do anything bad?" Jiang Beisheng laughed angrily, and his left index finger almost poked on the forehead that must be lost and scolded: "You came to Wuwang City with me. How many shameful things have you done along the way. It's okay to be lustful. I don't care about you, but why did you mess with the 'Zheng Yizong'? Do you know that she is the 20th in the world? Characters are famously moody. If it hadn't been for the broken right today, your heads would not have been enough for others to pick.

He must lose his pitiful face, his eyes are watery, and he doesn't say anything, like a little daughter-in-law who has been wronged.

Jiang Beisheng scolded for a while and felt bored. At this time, the number of guests in the restaurant gradually increased. He was embarrassed to scold him on the spot. He just walked to Wu Pengwei and saluted with a smile: "Thank you, Wu Shaoxia today."

"You're welcome, Dr. Jiang, but it's a great help. It's time for me to thank the magic doctor. I didn't have time to say thank you for my healing last time." Wu Pengwei returned the salute with a smile.

"Hey hey, boy, you are so bold. You dare to fight against the forgetful master. No wonder my sister Fang said that you are a teenager. When I see you today, you are quite depressing for me." The blue-haired man beside him smiled and came up.

Jiang Beisheng introduced to Wu Pengwei: "The right envoy of the Martial Arts Alliance, break Jiuyou."

Wu Pengwei looked up and felt that this long and rugged and heroic. He was only about 40 years old, and his behavior was unruly and unruly. He could experience it carefully, but there was a domineering momentum inadvertently, which naturally awe-inspiring.

Wu Pengwei, the right envoy of the martial arts alliance, also knows that he is second only to the alliance leader and the four elders. He has extremely high power. Together with the left envoy, he can be said to be the external agent of the martial arts alliance, dealing with some difficult affairs.

"I've seen the right-wing envoy." Wu Pengwei's answer was indifferent and very strong.

A sense of excitement flashed in Duan Jiuyou's eyes. He was able to see the right-handed young man of the martial arts alliance and was not moved at all. Wu Pengwei was the second. At present, he had a love for talent and said with a smile, "Good boy, how about it? Are you interested in coming to the martial arts alliance? Within three years, I promise you How about the position of one flag leader?"

The people beside him, together with Aoki, who has always been calm, suddenly changed.

The leader of a flag is actually a prominent leader of a flag!