Urban Medicine Martial Immortal Venerable

Chapter 2603 What do you think of yourself?

With one slap, Yang Xiuhua was completely surrounded.

The corners of her mouth were torn, and blood spilled out, slid down her jaw and dropped.

I don't know how many teeth were broken.

However, it is a burning pain.

But Yang Xiuhua didn't react at this time, she was in a daze.

but.

She recovered quickly.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

Yang Xiuhua bowed down, ignored the wound on the corner of her mouth, and apologized to the young Wu Rui with a trembling voice.

At this time, she seemed very terrified.

She knew who the person who beat her was, and she knew very well that her own life, in the eyes of such people, might not be worth as much as a dog!

No one is not afraid of death!

Gong Liangbo, who was standing beside him, also bowed his head in fright, trembling.

If Yang Xiuhua talked to him, he might be implicated.

The old man didn't expect it either, so he exchanged a few words in a low voice, and Yang Xiuhua received a big slap in the face.

other people.

Naturally, at this moment, he was silent.

Even Wu Wansan and Ding Qiurui didn't dare to say anything, they could only bow their heads in silence.

It's Wu Dalang.

Seeing Yang Xiuhua being slapped.

"He" hurried forward.

After all, Yang Xiuhua has been with "him" the longest and also has the best relationship, so she can be regarded as one of his confidantes.

Wu Dalang couldn't just watch.

"Sorry, please calm down!"

Wu Dalang walked up to Wu Rui and apologized in person: "She is just a disciple of a different surname from our Nandao dance family. She comes from a poor and humble background, has no knowledge, and loses courtesy. Please don't worry about it!"

The humble gesture shocked many dancer disciples present, and at the same time they were filled with resentment.

in the South Island.

What is Wu Dalang's identity? Many people have always regarded him as the future Patriarch of the South Island.

But at this moment.

But groveling!

This allowed many dancer disciples to have a further understanding of the terrifying and supreme identity of a cultivator.

Stand not far away.

Lin Tian looked up, and his eyes fell on Wu Rui who hit Yang Xiuhua.

This guy's voice is somewhat familiar, and his appearance is also somewhat familiar.

He thought about it for a moment.

Just remembered.

It was the young man on the ship that stopped Wu Dalang and others on the way from the Liuyun fishing platform on the west ridge to the waters of the South Island, and Wu Dalang respected him very much.

On that boat back then, there was also a voice from the humble branch.

Although it wasn't Wu Rui who spoke, the tone was too familiar.

What's more, when Wu Rui communicated with Wu Dalang at that time, he scanned it with his spiritual sense, and still had some impressions.

but.

For such a scene.

Lin Tian felt normal.

Not to mention the present.

In his previous life, he had seen too many such scenes.

Even if it is the lowest cultivation sect, if it is in the secular world, it will inevitably be so domineering and aloof.

The disparity in strength, the difference in status, and the difference in vision make it possible for even a monk at the first level of the Qi refining stage to show off in front of ordinary people like a heavenly king!

Although there are martial arts experts like Ding Qiurui here, Wu Derong on the opposite side is at the early stage of foundation establishment!

In a real fight, he is much stronger than Wu Zun!

"Hmph! Naturally, my son will not care about such lowly servant girls!"

Wu Rui snorted coldly, and said: "The reason why I took action is to teach me a lesson, otherwise I won't know the heights of heaven and earth in the future, and I won't know how to die at that time!"

"What you have taught is!"

Wu Dalang bowed his head and replied respectfully.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Yang Xiuhua, who was standing aside, also quickly expressed her gratitude.

See here.

Wu Rui's gloomy complexion slowed down a little.

Although they both have the surname Wu, but Wu Rui is a dancer from the cultivation sect who has been passed down for thousands of years from Wuyi Mountain. He has a relationship with the dancer from Wuwanghai, but he doesn't know how many thousands of years have passed!

So it doesn't really matter much.

"This is the end of the matter!"

Wu Derong looked back at Wu Rui, and then said lightly.

Wu Rui chuckled and didn't say any more.

At this time.

Wu Derong's eyes fell on Gong Liangbo, and he said indifferently: "Gong Liangbo, you are also very old, the younger generation doesn't know the occasion, why don't you know how to pay attention?"

"Mr. Wu, this old man deserves to die!"

Gong Liangbo shuddered all over, his old face twitched violently, and hurriedly exclaimed in panic and bowed down.

He thought it was Wu Derong pouring his anger on him.

The panic in my heart can be imagined.

If the other party attacked him in a fit of anger, he didn't know if his life would be saved!

"It's not that serious, I'm just reminding you!"

Wu Derong sneered, and continued: "But seeing her talking to you, I suddenly thought of something. Didn't your Jiugong Martial Arts School accept a little girl brought by her today? What's her name? Rong Muyun? This young master likes it, when we return to Wuwang City, this young master will take her away! It’s not bad to be my personal servant girl!”

This statement came out.

Gong Liangbo's old face suddenly changed, and his expression was a little ugly.

The pretty face of Yang Xiuhua next to her was even more gloomy, a little at a loss.

Wu Dalang also stared wide-eyed.

"He" didn't expect such a combination of martial arts and virtues to come out.

Although Rong Muyun's talent is not top-notch, but he has a good heart, and he promised Lin Tian, ​​Mo Long and others to keep him in the dance house.

It's not a good thing to be taken away by Wu Derong now.

Perhaps for some people, being favored by people like Wu Derong and having a relationship with Pakistan has many advantages.

But, what Wu Derong can give, if Rong Muyun is in the dancer, will he be missing?

After all, without the talent of cultivating immortals, following Wu Derong will only be like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

The so-called maid, in addition to taking care of food, clothing, housing and transportation, may also have to be warmed.

For a simple girl who is ignorant and ignorant, this is tantamount to a disaster!

Wu Dalang thought about all kinds of things, finally bit the bullet, and said respectfully to Wu Derong: "Mr. Wu, that...Xiaoyun is a disciple of a different surname from our Nandao dancers. She is still young, so she may not understand anything. Make you angry! How about I change someone for you..."

"No need! I want her! That's it!"

Wu Derong waved to Wu Dalang, shaking his head firmly.

Hearing this, Wu Dalang froze, opened his mouth, and finally didn't dare to say more.

"What do you consider yourself to be? You say that's all you need to do, so you can make it so?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the crowd.

this.

Extremely abrupt.

They were so frightened that many people present trembled and their scalps went numb.

Especially Gong Liangbo, Yang Xiuhua and others, their faces changed drastically, and their expressions were full of uneasiness.

They all know that Wu Derong's temper can be said to be extremely explosive.

Once disobeyed, it may be offended!

Everyone on deck.

All follow the reputation.

Dozens of gazes finally fixed on Lin Tian.

After seeing Lin Tian clearly, Wu Dalang, Yang Xiuhua and others all stared wide-eyed.

Ding Qiurui and Bai Xiying, who had received Lin Tian's kindness, were anxious.

Bai Xiying was the closest to Lin Tian, ​​and she didn't care too much, she quickly whispered to Lin Tian: "Mr. Lin, they...they have unusual backgrounds, you can't talk nonsense! Hurry up and apologize..."

She thought that Lin Tian didn't know how the Xianshan sect existed, so she could only remind him anxiously.

But Xiuming Wu on the side showed ecstasy, he looked at Lin Tian as if he was looking at a dead person.

(End of this chapter)