"Only the handyman disciples of the monastic sect have such an aura. These high-ranking figures in Wushabao all accompany the last ones, and they all like lap dogs to please and flatter. I swear, one day I will be like them, with such a person
majesty."
Liang Shaochong was overwhelmed with emotion.
"Haha, Mr. Liang, you are here."
Wu Baihan immediately stood up, stepped forward quickly, grabbed Liang Shaochong, and said: "Let me introduce you. These are all proud disciples of the Pulse Cultivation Sect. They came here this time to investigate Cuiming Valley.
I just happened to pass through Bibao today and went to stay for a few days. I heard that Mr. Liang also lives here, so he asked me to come and introduce him."
"Hello, four adults!"
Liang Shaochong bowed respectfully to the four servant disciples on the stage.
"I heard that you have my cousin's Pulse Yao Token."
The tall, rough-looking man suddenly stood up, took a step forward, looked at Liang Shaochong, and asked loudly.
This person is Ma Jianshu, a handyman disciple of Tianlei Sect and the cousin of Miss Jiangshuang. Although he is seven or eight years older than his cousin, his talent is average. Although he is almost forty, he was just a year ago.
Enter the seventh level of pulse sense and become an upper-level pulse disciple.
Ma Jiangshuang relied on her influence to successfully let her cousin enter the Tianlei Sect and become a servant disciple at the lowest level.
Liang Shaochong felt a little unhappy when he saw this person's unkind tone, but he still said politely: "Yes, I have Miss Jiangshuang's Pulse Yao Token."
Ma Jianshu immediately asked: "Did my cousin give it to you personally?"
"Yes, Miss Jiangshuang gave it to me."
Liang Shaochong frowned, feeling even more unhappy, but he still answered honestly.
"When did she give it to you?" Ma Jianshu continued to ask.
Liang Shaochong replied: "About seven or eight months!"
Ma Jianshu frowned and asked, "What level of cultivation are you at?"
"Not high, just the third level of talent and pulse sense." Liang Shaochong answered truthfully.
"Let's take a look." Ma Jianshu suddenly stretched out his left hand.
"What do you want?" Liang Shaochong immediately became angry and answered rather unkindly.
Ma Jianshu's tone immediately became stiff: "Don't you know what I want? Quickly bring me my cousin's Pulse Yao Token?"
"What? Are you afraid that I will fake it?" Liang Shaochong's face suddenly darkened and he asked.
Ma Jianshu sneered and said: "That's right! I suspect that you are a fake. You want to take advantage of my cousin's prestige, cheat everywhere, and destroy my cousin's reputation. I can tell you that eight months ago, my cousin
I didn’t even go and stayed at home to practice, so how could I possibly give you the Pulse Yao Token?"
"How can a person like you, who has the third level of cultivation and pulse sense, be my cousin's confidant? You must be a fake. You want to take advantage of my cousin's prestige and deceive you everywhere to get all kinds of benefits. That's right.
no?"
It turned out that when Liang Shaochong appeared, Ma Jianshu had already noticed that his cultivation was not high, and he was very surprised. How could his cousin take a fancy to such a weak person?
Ma Jianshu had encountered many people in the past who took his cousin's Pulse Yao token and cheated them everywhere. This happened not once or twice.
A flash of anger flashed across Liang Shaochong's face, and he sneered: "Who cares about your cousin's Pulse Yao Token? I will give it back to you now." He reached out and touched it in his pocket, and his expression suddenly changed. He saw the Pulse Yao Token in his pocket.
There was no trace.
Ma Jianshu sneered and said, "Why, take out the Pulse Yao Token quickly? Don't tell me yours is missing."
"How come it's missing?"
Liang Shaochong's brain was spinning rapidly. He had always kept the Pulse Yao Token on him, and he almost never went there during this day, only to the back garden of Lord Wu...
When I thought of this, I suddenly thought of the fight with Tianlei Sect Tan Shiming this morning.
"Did he steal my Pulse Yao Token?" Liang Shaochong looked up at Tan Shiming, only to see Tan Shiming half-closed his eyes, silent, as if he was not interested in what he was seeing.
"Tan Shiming, please return my Pulse Yao token to me?"
Liang Shao rushed forward, stretched out his left hand, and asked Tan Shiming coldly.
However, Tan Shiming did not wait for his reaction.
Wu Qinghong, who was sitting at the bottom, suddenly jumped out, pointed at Liang Shaochong's head, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Who is Master Tan? How could he steal your Pulse Yao Token? I think you have always been a fake.
.If you have the knowledge, take it out now and verify it for everyone."
"Put your stinky hands down!"
Liang Shaochong shouted expressionlessly.
Wu Qinghong seemed to feel that someone was behind him, and continued to point arrogantly at Liang Shaochong's head, shouting: "Smelly hands, I think your mouth is even worse. You have been cheating on me with food and drink, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. Now you
You have also slandered Mr. Tan, and you should immediately apologize to Mr. Tan. Otherwise, we will put you in jail immediately."
"Beat to death!"
Liang Shaochong shot out a ray of light from his eyes, flicked his backhand, and hit Wu Qinghong firmly in the face with a crisp "pop" sound.
"How dare you hit me!"
Wu Qinghong stroked his face, his face full of disbelief.
In his opinion, he was flattering Tan Shiming, he was righteous and confident, and he had his master Chen Muji supporting him on stage. No matter how courageous Liang Shaochong was, he would not dare to do anything to him?
"So what if I hit you!"
Liang Shaochong slapped him with his backhand again.
Bang bang bang bang...
After a crisp sound, Wu Qinghong was swollen like a pig's face. He seemed to be frightened by Liang Shaochong's bold behavior and collapsed on the ground.
Everyone on the stage and off the stage were also stunned. No one thought that Liang Shaochong would be so bold and dared to beat Wu Qinghong in front of many handyman disciples of the Meridian Sect.
Moreover, one of the people on the stage was Wu Qinghong’s master.
Tan Shiming originally had an indifferent and high-spirited attitude, but when he saw Liang Shaochong being so bold, he suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, watching Liang Shaochong's performance with interest?
When he saw his son being humiliated, Wu Baihan also had a livid face. He wanted to jump down and stop him, but he was concerned about the big shots on the stage. Because now, it was not his turn to speak, so he had to swallow his anger and wait for the big shots on the stage.
of hair loss.
"Good boy! You are too arrogant!"
Wu Qinghong's master, Chen Muji, couldn't help but jumped up first. His bamboo-pole-like body was like a leaf, and flew towards Liang Shaochong. His momentum surged, and a light gray mist was like a turbulent stream.
The flowing river water spread from his body to all directions, suddenly covering Liang Shaochong.