Chapter 100: Yan Chixia's back teeth are almost broken

Yan Chixia thought that he had traveled all over the country and was praised by his friends in the martial arts world as the best swordsman in the world.

He still has vision.

I have seen many monsters and demons.

I have also met many practitioners.

However, he was still forcibly controlled for a few seconds by the hundreds of muscular men summoned by Zhang Tian and was silenced on the spot.

Even though he thought he had been unrestrained and carefree all his life, he was not as amazing as the boy in front of him.

The corner of Yan Chixia's mouth twitched, "Boy, I think you read the Analects very well! I can see that you don't have a master, right?"

He emphasized the word "Analects" very much. Perhaps it should not be called "Analects", but "Swinging the Fist"!

"Hey, how did you know?"

Zhang Tian pretended to be surprised, with a proud look on his face. "The year I was born, there was a purple light in the sky, and a Taoist priest was lingering outside my house, saying that I was the reincarnation of a certain saint, and that I was born to be a good candidate for Buddhism. They cried and shouted that they wanted to be my master!"

Yan Chixia: Ah?
The CPU in his brain burned for a moment, and the Taoist priest said that he was the reincarnation of a saint, and then said that he was a good candidate for cultivating Buddhism...

Ah?

He subconsciously asked, "Then what? Who is that Taoist priest and which sect does he belong to?"

"I don't know. My dad beat him out with a stick!"

"..."

It turns out that Taoist priest is not your master?

Then what you just said was just nonsense!
Yan Chixia was speechless.

Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was just a little guy, and that he must have been possessed to be entangled with this little guy and listen to him.

He just turned his head.

He went straight into Lanruo Temple.

He waved his hand casually, "Hey, if you're not afraid, just stay here. I won't save you!"

He originally thought that Zhang Tianyi was a master and a servant, and both of them were relatively young. If they entered the Lanruo Temple, they would most likely hold him back.

After all, there is a saying that goes well.

In the Taoist peak competition, even if you are a master of the art, if you encounter teammates who are bad, you can only wave your hands helplessly!

He had seen too many accomplished Taoist priests who died at the hands of female ghosts or zombies because of incompetent passers-by and lagging disciples.

But when Yan Chixia saw the hundreds of muscular men behind Zhang Tian, ​​he immediately changed his mind. Firstly, he felt that the other party seemed to have some ability to protect themselves.

That’s right!
He also wanted to see what the scene would be like if Confucius, who was extremely elegant in the eyes of scholars, rolled up his sleeves and started fighting.
Take a closer look.

In the future, when I meet those corrupt scholars, I will be so confident to point at their noses and scold them with laughter, "Oh, you are still pretending to be elegant, but the Analects you learned are all wrong. I have seen Confucius, a muscular man who is 1.8 meters tall. You descendants are really shameful, so shameful!"

The one who cursed was so confident.

Yan Chixia could even swear to heaven and say directly that Chinese people do not deceive Chinese people!
After all, I saw it with my own eyes!

He found a place and sat down cross-legged. It seemed that he was meditating and practicing, but in fact he was observing Zhang Tian's every move, and at the same time observing whether there was any brave female ghost coming to cause trouble.

After all, this old man had been squatting here for quite a few days, and those who came here to stay without knowing the situation were all driven away by Yan Chixia. As a result, the group of female ghosts under the command of the tree demon grandma have not had any business for several days.

I've been so hungry and thirsty for a long time!

Although Zhang Tian and his servant were both young and did not have much Yang energy, if they fell into the hands of those female ghosts, they would probably not use the training system but would just force themselves on them. A virgin chicken is also a chicken!

That group of female ghosts don't care about the code of conduct in the martial arts world. I'm afraid they will attack in groups. After a series of moves, their soft waists will twist back and forth, and they will become invisible killing knives.

Killing people without any blood.

soon.

Yan Chixia discovered that those muscular men not only looked strong and powerful, and were good at fighting, but they were also very meticulous. They even helped Zhang Tian clean and tidy up the sleeping place like a little girl.

Even the leaky roof.

I repaired them all at the same time.

The leaky windows were sealed again!

The weeds on the roadside were swept away and not even a trace could be seen.

The originally dilapidated Lanruo Temple actually regained some vitality thanks to the busy work of a group of Confucius.

This is useful.

Yan Chixia's heart was instantly moved. To be honest, he was a bohemian wanderer, but he lacked a woman who could take care of him and wash his clothes at any time.

He usually does.

They would take advantage of the dark and windy night when there was no one around and secretly wash the clothes in the river, then use magic power to dry them, not daring to let anyone see them.

If you saw it.

That's really embarrassing.

It looked somewhat funny to see a great hero bending over to wash clothes in the river like a woman.

Yan Chixia clearly wanted to learn.

But he was very tough and started to mock, "Hey, you kid, you are really a shameless scholar. You actually treat your ancestor as a servant. If those old scholars saw this, I'm afraid they would be furious and look for you to fight to the death!"

"Confucius will give them some sense!"

Zhang Tian chuckled and turned his head to look. The muscular man Kong Fuzi beside him hit his chest with his muscles, making a dull sound like a war drum. He even spoke in front of Yan Chixia's incredible eyes.

"Confucius said: My rules are the rules!"

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
Confucius who can speak...

Doesn't that mean you can say whatever you want?
Yan Chixia couldn't help but praise, "I have been traveling around the world for many years, but this is the first time I have seen such an interesting magic. The creator of this magic must be a Confucian genius."

"of course!"

Zhang Tian boasted a little, "My master is very magical. I found him one day in the old house of the ancestral hall in the back house. The soul of my master is hidden in the ring. He said that he was very powerful when he was alive. He was an alchemist and knew many magical powers."

"It's just that I discovered it too late. I only remember that the master was very handsome. I was too young and too naughty, so I didn't learn much. I just picked up a copy of the Analects and practiced casually..."

Can someone hide in the ring?

Alchemist?
Great powers?
You are young and don’t want to learn, so just practice casually?
Any one of them would make Yan Chixia extremely envious, but Zhang Tian didn't take it seriously and treated it as a toy. At such a young age, he had practiced the magic of the child prodigy to such a level...

He was extremely envious.

He didn't show it on the surface, but secretly he was biting his back teeth off and shouting no telling how many times he was saying it in his heart.

What a waste! What a waste!

(End of this chapter)