In a mountain valley.
Tens of thousands of Beggar Clan disciples gathered here.
The leader is none other than Song Youliang, the elder of the Beggars Clan.
In addition to Song Youliang, there are three other eight-pocket elders, and a total of four eight-pocket elders are gathered here.
Each of these four Babao elders has a level of cultivation in the Tongtian realm.
Among them, Song Youliang has the highest cultivation level, reaching the peak of Heaven.
It is only half a step away from the God Refining Realm.
There are far more masters from the Beggar Clan who have entered the Tianwu Dynasty.
There are still several elders from Babao who have not come and are leading other Beggar Clan disciples to gather in various places to take charge.
There are even two Nine Pocket Elders from the God Refining Realm who are on their way.
Gou Bu is also here.
At this moment, he completely lost his usual majestic appearance.
Just like a quail, it trembled under the gaze of all the Beggar Clan disciples.
He, a little four-bag elder, is just an ant in front of the real strong men of the Beggar Clan.
Song Youliang looked at his apprentice with disgust.
"You said that you, this worthless thing, can't even deal with a group of monks. It's really an embarrassment to our beggar gang!"
Gou Buli looked aggrieved.
"Master, you don't know how arrogant and domineering that monk from Shaolin Temple is!"
"Not only did they bully us, they also insulted our beggar gang!"
Upon hearing this, Song Youliang and the other eight elders frowned.
"What did those monks scold?"
Gou Buli immediately became energetic.
"Master, my disciple, I took my brothers from the Beggar Clan to beg for some food. We were originally friendly and peaceful, but the monk from the Shaolin Temple said that we were a bunch of lowly and dirty people who had polluted their place of Buddhism."
"They also said that we should find a smelly ditch and jump into it to drown ourselves, so as not to waste food in the world."
Speaking of this, Song Youliang and the four other eight bag elders all looked a bit sad.
And the Beggar Clan disciples around were even more furious.
"How dare these stinky bald donkeys humiliate our beggar gang like this?"
“Grandma’s!
These monks are really hateful!"
"Sure enough, the monk doesn't have any good things!"
Seeing that his words were effective, Gou Li immediately added fuel to the fire.
"They also said that if people from the Beggar Clan dare to go to the Shaolin Temple to cause trouble, they will tie up all of us Beggar Clan disciples and throw us into the hut in their backyard, saying that we only deserve to eat shit in the hut."
boom!!!
Song Youliang was furious.
The breath all over his body surged out wildly.
His eyes were full of anger.
"This Shaolin Temple monk is really hateful!"
Song Youliang gritted his teeth.
I was really so angry that I almost lost my mind.
"Elder! Let's kill the Shaolin Temple!"
"That's right, kill all those damn smelly monks!"
"Damn it! How have we, the disciples of the Beggar Clan, ever been so angry?"
"Kill! Kill all those bald donkeys!"
The anger of all the Beggar Clan disciples was also completely ignited.
The crowd was furious.
They all shouted that they wanted to kill the Shaolin Temple.
Seeing this, Gou Bu was secretly happy.
In this way, you can regain your position.
The Beggar Clan disciples behind him all looked strange.
These people all went to Shaolin Temple with Goubuli.
The monk in Shaolin Temple didn't say a single word of what Gouli said just now.
It's completely unlucky and I'm just making it up.
This is completely fanning the flames.
But they didn't dare to say anything.
"Let's go! Go to Shaolin Temple!"
Song Youliang gave the order.
Tens of thousands of Beggar Clan disciples rushed out of the mountain col.
Go straight to Shaolin Temple.
At the same time, the two Nine Pocket Elders who were arriving,
I also received the news.
Immediately he also headed in the direction of Shaolin Temple.
Ye Qingyun squatted outside the sheepfold, looking at the sheep in the sheepfold with sharp eyes.
And within the sheepfold.
The lambs gathered together shivering.
Yang Dingtian stood in front, looking at Ye Qingyun.
Yang Dingtian looked fierce, as if he would rush up to fight with Ye Qingyun at any time.
Ye Qingyun has long been accustomed to this kind of scene.
Once I have thoughts about these sheep, the red-horned lamb will glare at me fiercely.
"I'm trying to reason with you, but don't be cruel to me."
Ye Qingyun was very patient and reasoned with Yang Dingtian.
"Look, I'm just going to eat one, just one."
"You don't have to fight to the death with me, right?"
"Sheep are born to be eaten by people."
"And don't worry, I won't eat yours, and more sheep will come in in the future."
Ye Qingyun said a lot.
But Yang Dingtian became even more angry.
Are sheep born to be eaten by humans?
What nonsense!
Why can't we, the Sheep and Sheep clan, change our destiny against the will of heaven?
Why should sheep be eaten?
To be continued...