She wears a white Tang suit, white trousers, and white cloth shoes. She has a slicked-back hair style like that of a gangster in Shanghai in the 1920s. Her plump face looks trembling when she walks, and she has two mustaches hanging on her lips.
UP. As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you must be filial, but Qin Shaojie looked around and saw that this man who called himself Wang Biao couldn't look pretty at all.
Isn't it too cold to wear this even in the middle of winter when the snow outside has not yet melted?
No, Qin Shaojie suddenly thought to himself. He looked at Wang Biao carefully and then laughed.
The fat man with a filial piety was also a spiritual practitioner. Otherwise, why would He Senyan be so confident?
After arguing for a long time, I actually found a practitioner to be my master.
"Old guy, the fat guy opposite is only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Which sect is he from?" Qin Shaojie secretly asked Ming.
"I don't know." Ming said lazily, as if he hadn't woken up yet, as if winter was coming and he was about to hibernate.
"Damn, old guy, tell me quickly." Qin Shaojie urged. "You must also know that I have a way to help you reshape your body, right? Be careful if you annoy me and make you behave like that fat man."
"Holy shit, I really don't know." Ming Ye became anxious. "You are such a dishonest kid. You promised to become a handsome guy."
"really do not know?"
"have no idea."
"All right."
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"Boy, are you going to be rude to my disciple?" Wang Biao first said hello to He Zhengrong, who looked confused, and then looked at Qin Shaojie and asked sternly.
"So what? What's the matter with you? You're wearing so little and you can't stay warm anywhere." Qin Shaojie curled his lips and said.
"That's very arrogant." Wang Biao shook his huge head and said. "Boy, I would like to advise you to keep a line in your life so that we can meet each other easily in the future. This is exactly what you said. Some people you mess with
I'm sorry."
"Can't afford to offend? Haha." Qin Shaojie seemed to have heard some funny joke and burst out laughing. He thought, at your level, even our Yaoyao can torture you.
"why are you laughing?"
"No, no." Qin Shaojie waved his hands repeatedly and said. "Looking at your suave style, literary skills, and military skills, your appearance is even more unique. May I ask which sect you are from?"
"Oh?" Wang Biao was slightly surprised and looked at Qin Shaojie and asked. "You can still tell that I have practiced before? It seems that you are not simple either. Boy, I am the thirty-seventh generation leader of the Shen Fist Sect.
Which sect do you belong to? Tell me your name to save me from accidentally hurting you."
"Shen Fist Sect? Old guy, have you heard of it?" Qin Shaojie asked Ming.
"I've never heard of a small sect."
"I've never heard of the small sect." Qin Shaojie looked at Wang Biao and said.
"Small sect? Humph." Wang Biao snorted disdainfully. "Boy, you haven't even heard of my divine fist sect, how dare you threaten to attack my disciple?"
"Are you going to take care of it?" Qin Shaojie looked at He Senyan, who looked joking, and then looked at Wang Biao and said.
"So what?" Wang Biao said proudly.
"Yes, master, he is the one who said he wanted to deal with me." He Senyan jumped out and pointed at Qin Shaojie as if he was a villain and said.
"Well." Wang Biao nodded like a master, looked at Qin Shaojie and said. "Young man, seeing that you are young, I don't want to do anything to you. I will save you from saying that I bully the young. If you are willing to kneel down,
How about I apologize and let this matter be brought to light?"
Apologize? Have to kneel down?
Qin Shaojie was stunned by Wang Biao's words. What was going on? He was the one who came to find trouble, but he knelt down to apologize. This was not a joke.
"What? You don't agree?" Wang Biao looked at Qin Shaojie and said coldly.
This fat man has a serious expression on his face.
Kneel down and apologize? How is that possible? As the old saying goes, a man will kneel down and kneel to his parents after death. Qin Shaojie has never even knelt down to his parents, let alone kneel down to an outsider. Besides, he doesn't need to.
"How about this." Qin Shaojie pointed at He Senyan and said, "How about you and him kneel down and kowtow to apologize, and this matter has been revealed? Aren't the results the same anyway?"
"Boy, you dare to utter such arrogant words and seek death." Wang Biao suddenly shouted, and when Qin Shaojie was unprepared, he punched Qin Shaojie in the chest.
Damn it, you just do it, you have no quality at all. Qin Shaojie despised Wang Biao in his heart - he was not as good as that old bastard Xing Hai.
"Bang." Wang Biao's punch, which could break stones, hit Qin Shaojie's chest firmly, making a muffled sound.
After waiting for a long time and not hearing anything, Wang Biao raised his head and was surprised to find that Qin Shaojie was still standing there, looking at him with a smile on his face without moving.
"Why didn't you fall?" Wang Biao asked in surprise.
"Why should I fall?" Qin Shaojie said with a joking smile. "What did you just do?"
"Boy, you turn out to be quite capable." Seeing the smile on Qin Shaojie's face, Wang Biao also understood that the boy in front of him had also practiced.
But it doesn't matter, the punch I just made only used three-thirds of my strength.
"Punch me again." Wang Biao shouted again, and then used 50% of his strength to punch Qin Shaojie in the chest again.
"It's so early in the morning, have you had breakfast? You have so little strength."
"Come again." Another punch, 70% of the force.
"Did you exercise too much on a woman last night and lose your strength?"
"Ah, come again." Jiuchengli said.
"Are you done with the fight?" Qin Shaojie suddenly grabbed Wang Biao's fist before he could retract it, and said in a low voice, "I haven't reached the level of cultivation yet, and my cultivation level in the foundation-building period has also come out, so I'd better go back and practice for a few more decades."
"What? You, how do you know who you are?" Wang Biao looked at Qin Shaojie in surprise and couldn't help shouting.
How did he know that he was a cultivator? Wang Biao's eyes rolled around before he looked at Qin Shaojie.
Could it be that he is also a practitioner?
That's not right, but there is no trace of cultivation in him.
"Stop guessing, it's just what you think." Qin Shaojie said. "You are considered a member of the cultivation world. Why don't you find a good place to practice and then come out to be a thug? You are not afraid of hurting ordinary people. You will
Struck by lightning?"
"I..." Wang Biao trembled violently. He was indeed afraid. He was only a practitioner in the foundation-building stage, but the practice world had strict regulations.
Practitioners can practice in the world, but they are not allowed to harm ordinary people. If they harm ordinary people, they will be punished by thunder.
"How about it? Do you still want to fight?" Qin Shaojie said with a smile. "Consider my proposal?"
"Are you a cultivator too?" Wang Biao's expression changed several times and he looked at Qin Shaojie and asked.
"Of course."
"Hehe." Wang Biao suddenly laughed. "Since you are also a practitioner, then I don't count as hurting ordinary people."
"Oh?" Qin Shaojie looked at Wang Biao's fat face in confusion, and the flesh on it trembled when he smiled, and asked doubtfully. "You mean you still want to do something to me? But the question is
Yes, can you beat me?"
"Hmph." Wang Biao snorted coldly, broke away from Qin Shaojie's arm, and said disdainfully. "Do you think this is all our Divine Fist Sect is capable of?"
After saying that, he reached into his arms, took out three yellow slips of paper, and then started chanting.