strictlysupreme Chapter 325 Don't Slap Your Face
Chapter 325 Don't Slap Your Face
In an instant, the sound of "cracking" was as dense as firecrackers, filling the entire restaurant.
All the onlookers who watched were all terrified, sighing secretly that the Lord of Qingyan was really tyrannical, and even the ascetics who had become the peak of the fourth stage had no power to fight back in his hands.
But at the same time, he also had a new understanding of the so-called Temple of Killing God.
The three fourth stage peaks, with such strength, it can be said that they surpassed more than 70% to 80% of the Sect forces on Beixuan Tianming's face.
After all, the higher Holy Master level needs the blessing of luck.
Today's luck is thin and difficult to capture, but most of the cultivators who have broken through to the Holy Master level rely on the power of Sect's luck. Only those who are truly talented and have great opportunities can cross that threshold by themselves.
It is precisely because of this that Bei Xuantian's first-class powerhouse is Realm who is at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage.
This also shows the background of the Temple of Killing God from the side.
But the bottom line is the bottom line, no matter how many Fourth Stage peaks it has, it doesn't mean it can compete with Qingyan Sacred Land.
Just like these three people present, they can only fight back in the hands of Holy Master Qingyan.
That jade hand was still flying in the air one after another, and the palm prints of Spiritual Qi fluttered.
The energy contained in each slap is enough to directly shatter a cultivator who has become a second stage or even a third stage, but the grasp is exquisite and restrained.
So much so that it was all reflected on the faces of the three unlucky guys, and it didn't affect anyone or anything around them at all. Even the wine cups, tea tables, chairs and benches remained as they were, intact.
"Hurry up and let Baili Yidao come to see me, or I will beat you all into pigs' heads!" Holy Master Qingyan shouted coldly.
But when everyone turned their attention to the three of Guan Buping, they realized that there was no need for anything else, wouldn't it be three huge pig heads? It was so swollen that even the facial features could hardly be distinguished.
"hiss--"
The sound of gasping for air continued one after another.
While expressing deep sympathy and pity, all the people present were also a little curious about the one-hundred-mile knife that Holy Master Qingyan said.
"What kind of person do you think that Baili Yidao is, who can provoke such an existence as Holy Lord Qingyan."
"Not to mention just now, he is also the master of the Temple of Killing God."
"Yes, yes, that's the case. The news from the lower world also said that there is indeed such a hall master in the Temple of Killing God besides the little prince of Mu Wangfu, and it is said that after the Supreme battle, there was also a man named Bai. You fought against Holy Lord Qingyan with a straight sword!"
"Then it can't be wrong. It is estimated that Baili Yidao escaped from Holy Lord Qingyan for some unknown reason at that time, and that's why he chased and killed him so far..."
Everyone, what you say and what I say are really strung together like this. Although there are some discrepancies, they are always similar.
At this time, there are still people who have doubts.
"But I think the relationship between Baili Yidao and Holy Master Qingyan is unusual. According to the latter's previous temperament, even if he wanted to force someone to show up, it wouldn't be such a troublesome thing. Killing is killing, it can't be just a few simple slaps ..."
(Wu Haoguan is not flattered by Yin Gu Lao San and ten thousand beasts are galloping past.)
"Could it be that they are old friends for many years..."
Before he finished speaking, his companion covered his mouth.
"Fuck, do you want to kill us all! How dare you say that!"
Only then did everyone come to their senses that the object of Eight Trigrams was Holy Lord Qingyan, and everyone was frightened.
But the strange thing is that Holy Master Qingyan, who has always been tolerant of the slightest bit of sand in his eyes, did not attack them, but still questioned these three pig heads in a cold voice.
"Where is that Baili Yidao guy! Let him come to see me!"
It's just that no matter how she questioned, she didn't get any response.
On the one hand, Guan Buping and the others are only earth-level killers, even if they are sky-level killers, it is impossible for them to know the whereabouts of Baili Yidao; on the other hand, even if they wanted to answer, they would not be able to open their mouths at this time.
In the restaurant, light footsteps sounded.
A young man in his early twenties came to the middle of Holy Master Qingyan's own three pig heads, and raised his hand to shake off the countless Spiritual Qi palm prints.
Guan Buping and the others seemed to be pardoned, and after a little relief, they bowed to the young man.
"Mmmm...mmmm..."
The three of them on the first stage almost fell to the ground, but the young man gently raised his hand to help them get their heads up.
It was Huo San who came, and Holy Lord Qingyan also recognized his identity.
"It's you? What are you doing here?" Holy Master Qingyan frowned, seemingly displeased.
"Why, the person who beat me didn't let me come out to see?" Huo San teased.
"It's a knife for a hundred miles, let him come out to see me!"
Lord Qingyan didn't want to talk too much with Huo San, but went straight to the point.
"If you want to see him, go find him yourself. Why beat someone? They provoked you."
"What's the matter with beating people, you are the ones who beat people, and the people in the Temple of Killing God have no good things," Qingyan Holy Master said angrily, "Especially you, you must have taught the low-level behavior of Baili Yidao!"
"Eh? What's wrong with me." Huo San couldn't help feeling a little depressed.
"Look at what you have paid, and you said you can't hit a woman in the face..."
"That's right, there's nothing wrong with it." Huo San replied subconsciously.
Everyone present also nodded, and it sounded like nothing was wrong.
"It's fine not to slap your face, but you can't just slap..."
Holy Master Qingyan almost blurted it out, but she swallowed it in an emergency, otherwise how could she gain a foothold in Beixuantian if the spanking was exposed.
It's also fortunate that the guy moved quickly when we fought back then, so not many people noticed...
Recalling the stinging pain from the plump buttocks and the numbness all over the body, a blush spread on his cheeks.
As for Huo San, he didn't answer the conversation, he just looked at the slightly shy Holy Lord Qingyan opposite him with a half smile.
The latter was slightly angry.
"Let that impolite Baili Yidao come out to meet me!"
Huo San shook his head helplessly, and said: "Actually, that idiot should have come here a long time ago. I came out to take a look because he didn't solve the problem for so long..."
At this moment, there was a "plop" sound as if falling, which instantly attracted the attention of Holy Master Qingyan.
"Those who kill a thousand knives, stop for my old lady!"
Holy Master Qingyan stomped on the ground, and his figure shot out in the direction of the sound.
Fast as thunder, fast as lightning.
All the people present sighed aloud that the speed of this holy master level powerhouse was so terrifying.
The restaurant was finally overwhelmed at this time and collapsed.
The poor shopkeeper of the restaurant was still thinking in the back hall just now that his business has been booming in the past few days, and when he looked up again, he saw a bright and clear sky.
"It's over, it's over!"
"Even if I lose all the money I earned these days, it's still not enough to repair the house..."