Chapter 975 Saint Bloodline
Wu Bei said coldly: "You are the son of the Holy Lord? Very good. Stay behind and others will inform the Holy Lord. I want to see, what kind of shit is the Holy Lord who has got the courage to cause trouble for me again and again!"
The boy was shocked. Wu Bei dared to say this, but he really didn't take his father seriously. He immediately said: "Your Excellency, misunderstand, we are not...."
"Bang"
Wu Bei slapped the man several meters away. The boy fell to the ground, half of his face rotted, and screamed in pain.
"I asked you to speak?" Wu Bei stared at him.
The boy's heart was chilling, and he didn't even dare to scream. He quickly stopped and tears flowed down his face.
Wu Bei looked at the other three: "You three, choose one to inform the Holy Lord!"
The three of them immediately knew that they were definitely not Wu Bei's opponent. One of them reacted the fastest. He took a few steps and said, "I'm willing to go."
Wu Beidao: "You'd better come back. I can't see the Holy Lord today, just wait to collect his body!"
The man left in a hurry, and the three of them looked at each other. They never expected that they would meet such a fierce and powerful person!
They had long noticed the Feng Shui situation here, so they inquired about Wu Bei's identity and knew that he was a local rich man, some forces, and also the dragon head of the Tianlong.
But they didn't take the Dragon Head seriously. No matter how strong the Dragon Head is, can the Saint Lord be stronger? But they never expected that the Dragon Head itself was so strong. They killed the strongest person with one punch!
Wu Bei said coldly: "Kneel down."
The three of them knelt obediently on the ground, without any temper.
Wu Bei asked: "Who is the Holy Lord you are talking about?"
The young man said, "My father is the sect leader of the Holy Sect, and people outside generally call him the sacred master."
"Sacred Sect? Is it in Kunlun?" he asked.
"The Holy Sect is one of the hidden clans. A saint once came out and lived in seclusion in Jidong Province."
Wu Bei sneered: "It turns out it is the Hidden Clan. It is probably rare to see Hidden Clan like you."
The young man said, "My son's family has the decree of saints and holy tools, so he is supported by the state."
Wu Bei knew that this "zi" was a surname. Today's people have one surname and no longer have different surnames. However, in ancient times, there were differences in surnames.
Wu Bei: "When the saint is decreed, how dare you come and rob me of Feng Shui bureau?"
The boy cried and said, "Dragon Head, I know I'm wrong."
Wu Bei asked him: "Do you know, what is the difference between a saint and a mortal?"
The young man said: "With a holy heart, you will realize the holy path."
Wu Bei: "That's just something that is floating on the surface. The reason why saints are called saints is because they lifted the blood shackles, so your surname is qualified to be called the Holy Sect."
The boy was surprised: "How do you know?"
Bloodline shackles are secrets that only the Holy Sect knows. They never tell others, and even the few people around him don’t know them.
Wu Bei: "If I guess correctly, your so-called Saint Lord must have inherited the power of part of the saint's bloodline."
The boy knew that he could not hide it, so he had to say: "My father only inspired less than one percent of the holy power."
The two were talking, and saw a purple light flying in the northeast direction. The purple light was standing, with a young man with big ears and aura as strong as the sky.
In his eyes, purple light flashed, and a powerful sense of oppression fell continuously on Wu Bei. Wu Bei saw a human figure faintly appearing behind this person, holding a book in his hand, his forehead raised high, his nose turned big, his ears were lodged, his shoulders were hung, his hands were over the knees, his long beard and his chest, and countless words were circling around him, emitting thousands of bright lights.
This man's power is too strong, Wu Bei frowned slightly. Isn't this man the master who has been famous for all eternity?
He was about to use his power to resist, but suddenly, the power of Li's blood seemed to be stimulated and poured out one after another.
His body quickly rose into the sky, more than ten meters higher than the other party. A phantom also appeared behind him, and an old man was riding on a green cow, holding a crutch, and a golden light behind his head was not inferior to the other party at all.
When the man Nian was shocked when he saw this scene, he had portraits of sages from all generations in his Holy Sect. He recognized at a glance that the phantom behind Wu Bei was Li Er, the ancestor of Taoism, who was called Taishang Laojun among the people!
The young man hurriedly bowed and said, "It turns out that he is the descendant of Laojun's bloodline. He is indifferent! He is in Ji Dongzi without saying a word!"
Wu Beidao: "You are the descendant of the Master, no wonder you call yourself the Holy Sect. In the lower Li Xuanbei, his pseudonym is Wu Bei."
Zi fell to the ground without saying a word, glanced at the young man, and sighed, "The Holy Ancestor once visited Laojun and regarded him as his teacher. How dare you offend his descendants?"
The boy cried and said, "Father, the child knew he was wrong."
Wu Bei: "Mr. Zi, your son brought someone to seriously injured my follower and even forced me to occupy the Seven Star Dragon King Bureau. That's fine. Some time ago, I opened a historical site, and it was yours that I found it."
Zi smiled bitterly and said, "It's all a coincidence. Brother Li, you and I won't know each other without fighting. After today, we will meet each other, and similar things will never happen again."
As the descendant of the Master's bloodline, Zi Buyu opened up the mysterious power of the bloodline and regarded himself very well. But Wu Bei was not bad either. He opened up Laojun's bloodline, who was the ancestor of Taoism and his status was not inferior to that of the Master. Therefore, he immediately let go of his hostility and turned to make friends with Wu Bei.
Wu Beidao: "It's easy to say."
Zi smiled without saying a word and said, "Brother Li, I fell from the sky just now. It is a big deal to see this Seven Star Dragon King Bureau. This is admirable. The dog son is also trying to please me, and he offended me."
Wu Bei: "It's just a Feng Shui bureau. This is the place where dragons rise, I just follow the trend."
Zi Bu said: "I see Brother Li's extraordinary temperament and his divine light are restrained. Could it be that he has reached the extreme of human immortality?"
Wu Bei was slightly shocked. He didn't hide his eyes, and said, "I'm lucky and just entered the extreme."
Zi Buyu sighed: "It's amazing. No wonder I killed my follower with one punch."
Wu Bei glanced at the flesh-filled pit and said, "I can't suppress my anger for a moment. I accidentally beat one to death. Please don't blame me."
Zi smiled without saying a word and said, "It was him who hurt others first, and he would die more than anything else."
Seeing that this son was a reasonable person, Wu Bei said, "Mr. Zi is a guest from afar. It is better to sit at home. I will give you all the landlords."
Zi waved his hand without saying a word: "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts. I'd better come and visit me again someday."
He pointed to the boy who was still kneeling on the ground: "Please forgive me, this incompetent dog. When I go back, I will punish you very much."
Wu Bei guessed that this son Wu said nothing, he should be the leader of the Confucian sect, and he couldn't offend him too much, and said with a smile: "A child, it is inevitable that he guesses wrong, so let's forget about this."
He glanced at the boy and asked, "What's your name?"
The boy said: "I will be beautiful in my life."
Wu Bei: "Ziyan, we won't know each other without fighting. You call yourself a junior, so you can't let you go back empty-handed."
He took out a medicine gourd and said, "I see that your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. This medicine gourd may help you break through."
Chapter completed!