Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 103 Against the Master

Another old voice replied.

"Sir, I obey my orders!"

Following the sound of footsteps, the two figures broke into the temple.

In the corner, Wang Hu's expression changed drastically.

Everyone gathered around the bonfire without moving, looking coldly at the two people who entered the temple.

There is anger in everyone’s heart.

Who can be so arrogant and call others vulgar before even meeting them?

She even asked for all the food that Sister Hong had worked so hard for, but she shamelessly said that it was someone else's blessing.

If we say that food is not valuable and rare to rich people.

But the horses they brought were all strong horses from the military. According to the current price, a horse was very expensive, and it was worth several years of hard work for a family of civilians.

This person wanted Lu Ye and others' horses before they met, but he didn't know why?

Do you think you have a big face?

Among them, the person walking in front with his head held high was a pale-faced young man who looked like a young man. He was wearing a dazzling green robe and had a pungent fragrance.

Originally, his facial features were quite regular, but a pair of restless eyebrows and raised corners of his eyes ruined everything. In addition, he had deep bags under his eyes and a faint black under his eyes, as if he was addicted to alcohol and sex.

He held a five-color fan in his hand, but it was made of unknown bird feathers. It looked quite gorgeous, and paired with his big green clothes, it looked quite coquettish.

Lu Ye took the first look and thought that if this person played the role of a kidney-deficient man obsessed with flowers and willows, he would probably not need to put on makeup and just show his true colors.

The Young Master with Kidney Deficiency took a step away, followed closely by an old servant.

The servant, dressed in green and wearing a small hat, had a stooped body and was half a head shorter than the young master. He lowered his head and looked at the ground with a cautious look.

No matter how fast or slow the young master walked, the old servant was always one step away from him, and he knew it very well.

However, Lu Ye saw that this old servant had good martial arts skills and could accurately control the pace of his steps.

The young man with kidney deficiency entered the temple. He kept his head raised, but pointed his two nostrils at the crowd, with half of his nose hair vaguely exposed...

He scanned the decorations in the temple with both eyes, except Lu Ye and others who were surrounding the bonfire.

"Um……"

The young man snorted softly in his nose.

The old servant who had been hiding behind him took just one step and stood in front of the young master.

At this station, he held his head high, straightened his back, and his figure suddenly became taller, actually taller than his master behind him.

Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.

He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, copper-ringed eyes, a big lion nose, a square wide mouth, a rosy complexion with few wrinkles, and a neatly groomed long beard with black roots.

He has a majestic and upright figure, but his hair is gray at the temples, and his eyes have experienced the vicissitudes of life.

One look at him showed that he was no longer young, but he had a good skin.

Although he was dressed as a servant in green clothes and a cap, he had a vague aura about him, making him look like a general in the army.

In terms of appearance, posture, and temperament, this old servant is far better than the master behind him.

With just one step, the old servant's aura became completely different, making people feel extremely awkward.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was as loud as a bell and his breath was long.

"Everyone," the old servant glanced at the whole place with a pair of tiger eyes, "my master said."

"Keep the food in this pot,"

Pan Furong, Lu Ye and others looked at each other.

This man spoke so confidently, as if this was a matter of course, but it confused them.

Sister Hong snorted coldly.

"Hmph, the food in this pot is for our own use."

"Don't think you can afford it if you have money."

The old servant was shocked, as if he had heard something treacherous.

"Spend money?"

"The fact that this low-grade food can be eaten by my master is your blessing in the previous life..."

"How dare you ask for money?" He waved his hand, as if it was a certainty that the matter could no longer be discussed, "By the way..."

"There are also horses outside your temple. I allow you to take away the two worst ones."

"The rest will be left to my master."

"You can leave now."

Everyone was furious when they heard this.

Lu Ye was silent, just observing the young man with kidney deficiency who was still pretending to raise his head. He was wearing a pair of boots, but there was no dirt on them.

This is deep in the mountains. Lu Ye and others have horses to travel with, and their shoes are covered with mud. So how did this young man get in?

Just now the old servant said that the food in the pot was coarse and ordinary food.

Could it be that the other party is a cultivator?

What's strange is that there are no flashing light points in the fish-dragon diagram, but the opponent's energy and blood are very abundant, and he is obviously not as idiot as he appears.

He felt something strange in his heart and was secretly vigilant. Zhang Cunyi was already angry.

"You old slave are so unreasonable!"

"When we enter the temple, we talk nonsense and ask for other people's food and horses, and they even drive us out of the temple!"

"It should be noted that this temple has no owner. We will work hard to clean it up first. You masters and servants will arrive later."

"Even if you offer gold and silver to beg us, it would be extremely rude."

"What's more, you want us to give it to you for free?" He frowned and said angrily, "How can you say such shameless words?"

"Tell me, where did your master come from, and why is he so famous that he is bigger than the emperor?"

Zhang Cunyi was so angry that he exposed the edge of the steel knife in his waist with a loud sound.

"Get out of here, the knife in Grandpa's hand doesn't care what kind of god you are!"

The old servant snorted coldly, his eyes were as terrifying as lightning, his brows were furrowed into a mountain shape, and his body was steaming with anger.

The young man behind him lowered his head when he heard someone contradicting and questioning him. His face was not angry, but he just said impatiently.

"Old Zhao!"

The slave Lao Zhao listened to his master's instructions and stepped across the bonfire with one step. The distance of ten feet passed in an instant and appeared in front of Zhang Cunyi like a ghost.

call!

He took the shot with one palm.

When the palm was in the air, it suddenly grew nearly half in size, and the skin was red, with billowing heat waves, and it was astonishingly hot.

This palm seemed to turn into a furnace and descend from the sky, intending to burn people into ashes. Before the palm could reach, the force arrived first, covering an area of ​​about ten feet. The force of the palm blocked Lu Ye and others beside the bonfire.

The whistling wind blew by, and the temple suddenly became hot and dry.

One palm against five people!

The first person to bear the brunt was Zhang Cunyi.

This old slave actually wanted to defeat everyone with one palm, and most of his palm power was used to deal with Zhang Cunyi. He obviously had murderous intentions.

"Master Tie Zang!" Sister Hong exclaimed.

The power of this palm is masculine and hot, and the true energy can already change into five forms. It is a true intention martial skill that can only be practiced by the great Iron Zang martial artist.

Zhang Cunyi was born in the army and was alert and agile. Seeing that the palm was coming fiercely and with murderous intent, he directly drew his sword and struck back!

His eyes flashed fiercely, his whole body's true energy surged, and his blade buzzed and trembled.

"Drag the knife force!"

This is a martial art that he has refined since he became a Zhongcheng Steel Martial Arts Master. He can drag the sword with force in one move, causing shock and cutting in the middle.

Normally, a single slash would leave a long, thin gash, but with a dragging knife, the wound would be like a blast of gunpowder, and often a mass of flesh and blood would disappear.

What about the great martial artist Tie Zang?

If he dared to face the enemy with his bare hands, Zhang Cunyi would destroy the old slave's hands directly!

Ding dong!

There was a metallic shudder!

Zhang Cunyi's steel knife was unexpectedly grabbed by the old slave with his bare hands. The steel knife kept trembling and cutting like a live fish as he dragged the knife hard.

However, the old slave just smiled ferociously.

He clenched it hard with one hand, and a harsh sound of metal friction sounded.

A refined steel knife was kneaded into a steel ball like dough.

This old slave actually also practiced Heng Lian Kung Fu!

pat.

Lao Zhao let go and the steel ball fell heavily to the ground. There was a soft squeaking sound, and some white smoke rose from the ground.

But he saw that the steel ball had turned dazzlingly red. In just one grip, the old slave had turned the steel ball into a fireball.

Zhang Cunyi retreated quickly, Pan Furong and Sister Hong drew their swords and stood behind him.

Most of Lu Ye's attention was focused on the young man with kidney deficiency. His body seemed to be loose but not loose, ready to move at any time.

As for the old slave, Wang Hu and others can handle it together.

The old slave took another big step forward, and with the evil wind in his red palm, he was about to kill Zhang Cunyi.

Wang Hu, who had lowered his head and remained silent since the two of them entered the temple, jumped down to his palms, raised his palms to block them, looked sad and angry, and shouted loudly.

"master!"

That old Zhao was shocked.

"Wang Hu?"

Even though he said this, he didn't hold back his hand.

Still, the palm fell hard.

When Wang Hu heard this, he withdrew his palm power by less than half.

Then his face was first filled with joy and then shock. Because the two palms were intertwined, he was shocked to find that the master's palm force was released without leaving any force behind.

The surging palm power surged forward, with the force of scorching heat.

Wang Hu's heart was filled with coldness and coldness.

He lost the initiative and lacked true energy, but faced a crisis and the mana flowed through his body in a hurry. Finally, he was a little reluctant, and a dim white light bloomed in the palm of his hand.

boom!

There was a thunderous explosion between their palms, and they both took a few steps back.

Lu Ye looked at it and was surprised.

If he remembered correctly, Wang Hu's fast master was only a bronze-skinned martial artist, and he was a martial arts scholar who returned home in old age.

At that age, a copper-skinned warrior should have weak energy and blood, and his strength can only retreat but never advance.

Looking at Wang Hu's running master just now, he was already at the level of a great Iron Zang martial artist. With his old age and weakened energy and blood, he could not even cross two realms in three years easily, even with magic skills.

Moreover, let’s not talk about this, who can make a great Iron Zang martial artist willing to be a slave?

It suddenly dawned on him.

This young man with kidney deficiency has no physical strength, but he has plenty of energy and blood. He is afraid that he may have something to do with the immortal cultivator.

the other side.

"Huh?" Lao Zhao and Wang Hu exchanged palms in shock and anger.

He raised his hand, and a small wound exploded in his palm, dripping with blood.

Thinking that he is now a great martial arts master of Iron Zang, and the flaming golden steel palm has the dual functions of roasting and horizontal training, but he is actually injured!

The one who hurt him was still an outer disciple.

He remembered that this boy Wang Hu only had brute strength, and his understanding was only average among the disciples. If Wang Hu's father hadn't given him a generous sum of money, he would never have learned his true heritage.

How come he has become so powerful after not seeing him for more than three years, and can resist his full force palm?

Old Zhao frowned, his face was burning and hurting. He felt that he had lost face in front of his master. He snorted coldly, took one step across, and used his other hand to hit Wang Hu and others.

Moreover, he turned his palm into a sword, but instead used the Flaming Knife, a unique skill that was more powerful in killing people.

The top of Wang Hu's head was shrouded by the palm wind, his eyes showed shock and despair, and then turned into a ferocious look, and the white light in his palms moved slightly.

He couldn't be more angry than he was.

You can't compare your opponent's mana.

Just now.

"stop!"

The young master with kidney deficiency who had been standing leisurely behind Lao Zhao suddenly spoke up.

brush!

Old Zhao withdrew his palm and stepped back, standing sideways next to the young master, bending down and lowering his head.

Just like a ferocious beast gathering its claws, it was roaring in the forest a moment ago, full of murderous intent, but now it is lying down like a house cat, completely harmless.

The ferocious temperament on his body also completely disappeared, and he returned to his previous servant appearance.

"Sir, please give me your instructions..."

The young master with kidney deficiency pointed at Pan Furong and said.

"This woman is not bad, she can be my ninth concubine."

Lao Zhao immediately said with disgust.

"Young master's eyes are as bright as a torch, and he sees clearly."

He turned his head and looked at Pan Furong, then at Wang Hu.

"Wang Hu, please advise your female companion."

"It is a great blessing to be able to marry a young master, and I wouldn't exchange it for a queen."

"She will know in the future that this is a blessing that took a lot of luck to achieve."

Pan Furong laughed angrily.

Sister Hong sighed.

The master and servant opposite are probably seriously ill...

However, Lao Zhao ignored the two of them at all, and it seemed that the matter was settled.

He glanced at Wang Hu, hesitated for a moment, then turned to the young man with kidney deficiency, with a smile on his face, extremely flattering.

"Sir, this Wang Hu is my useless disciple."

"When a new lady starts, it's better to use some familiar servants."

"My disciple's skills are only so-so and he can handle my palm. The old slave begs the master to give him the status of a slave and join the Ma family."

Lu Ye, Wang Hu and others opened their mouths in surprise.

What's happening here?

Let’s not talk about robbing girls, which is the favorite thing of evil young men.

Does a great Iron Zang martial artist still have a sense of honor when he becomes a slave?

The young master with kidney deficiency glanced at Wang Hu up and down with critical eyes, and finally gave a reluctant hum.

"Looking at your hard work, Lao Zhao, over the past few years, and my kindness, I allowed you."

"From now on, this disciple of yours will be the martial slave of the Ma family, so you can discipline me!"

Snapped!

Old Zhao was overjoyed and kowtowed several times on the ground.

A small crater was made on the ground. After all, the Iron Zang Great Martial Master can train the internal organs to resemble mixed iron, and the head is harder and more powerful.

He got up and waved happily to Wang Hu.

"Wang Hu, come here and meet the master of the family!"

The young man with kidney deficiency coughed, and pointed at Zhang Cunyi, Sister Hong, and Lu Ye, who had a fierce look on his face.

"It's up to you and your apprentice to take care of these."

"I don't like their looks!"

Lao Zhao immediately responded and shouted at Wang Hu.

"Wang Hu, why are you stunned! Act quickly!"

"From now on, I will be a slave in the Ma family with my master!"

"Even if you become a master, you're still just a mediocre person!"

"Master, I guarantee you good luck!"

"I won't hurt you."

Wang Hu sneered, murderous aura surged through his body, his body was shaking with rage.

Just now, I had a long palm fight with my master, but the opponent's palm power had not been reduced at all, and his murderous intention was revealed. If he hadn't temporarily mobilized his magic power to protect his palm, he would have been dead at this moment.

Later, in order to accuse Pan Furong of obeying that bullshit young master, Lao Zhao suddenly thought that he still had value and asked the young master to protect his life, but the price was to be a slave like him.

Wang Hu's eyes were red.

Master, you are the one who teaches benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust!

It’s you who taught me to respect my teachers and love my fellow disciples!

However, when you encounter bandits, you are the first one to run away!

He roared angrily, clenched his fist and charged forward.

It’s okay if you don’t want this master!

(End of this chapter)