Otherwise, Tianxin Taoist Mansion will definitely be thrown away by them after tens of thousands of years of hard work.
After handing over Long An to his disciples, Qiu Mingyi stood up and walked towards Zhuang Mengdie bravely.
Soon, he knew he was wrong. To be famous, to be famous is to have strength, to be famous if you can win, and if you lose, how can you be famous?
If someone slaps you in the face after losing, then you have no reputation at all, even if you have it, it is a joke.
Yes, just two slaps!
Zhuang Mengdie didn't give him any chance at all, and just as soon as he started, a dazzling rainbow appeared between his eyebrows, and then, a multicolored glow burst out of the air with the long sword, like a butterfly dancing.
Saint pattern, the imaginary butterfly sacred pattern passed down by the dealer's ancestors!
The ancestors of the Zhuang family realized the Dao because of turning into a butterfly in a dream, and became a powerful man who was famous for a while. After his death, his cultivation and understanding were also condensed into holy patterns to be passed down from generation to generation.
However, only after being promoted to Huasheng, the descendants of the Zhuang family can understand the mystery, and they can be regarded as the real inheritance of the ancestor's sacred pattern.
The dealer's illusory butterfly sacred pattern and the Chen family's weak water sword are both the treasures of the two major towns of the Qingyuan Taoist Mansion. Once the dealer's descendants really inherit it, there is basically no one who is their opponent in a battle of the same rank!
So, Qiuming let out a muffled snort, vomited blood without any suspense, and flew out.
All of this was in Zhuang Mengdie's expectation. Almost at the same time that Qiu Mingyi flew upside down, his two palms slapped quickly at the same time.
"Pa, pa!" The slap sound was so clear and piercing that even Chu Yuange, who was half lying on the ground, and Long Ancheng, who had just woken up, trembled and the corners of their mouths twitched violently.
"Bang!" Qiuming fell to the ground with a heavy heart, five bright red fingerprints quickly appeared on each face, and two glaring bloodstains gushed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Qiu Mingyi, what you gave me back then, today I will return the original amount, and double the amount. This taste is not bad, hahahaha." Looking at the fingerprints on his face, Zhuang Mengdie burst out laughing. There is a bit of desolation in the laughter, and tears are shining in the eyes.
"Finally, I have reported the shame and humiliation of the past. Old man Zhuang should be able to sleep now, and he won't sleepwalk anymore." Su Guang sighed softly, and looked at Zhuang Mengdie with relief.
Gu Fenghua took a deep look at Zhuang Mengdie. It was a bit strange before, how could Zhuang Mengdie's face turn red with anger from Qiu Mingyi's words, and he could not speak for a long time, the majestic mansion is so upright, the city mansion is too bad?
It was only then that he realized that he had been defeated by Qiu Mingyi and had suffered such a great humiliation. Zhuang Mengdie's thought of being promoted to Huasheng these years has almost entered a magic barrier, and he sleepwalks and flies around the Qingyuan Dao Pool every night, which must have something to do with this matter.
Knowing the whole story, Gu Fenghua couldn't help feeling sad secretly, and was also secretly relieved to see the tearful smile on Zhuang Mengdie's face.
Qiuming looked at Zhuang Mengdie who was laughing wildly in front of him, but his heart was full of mixed feelings. Back then, he slapped Zhuang Mengdie in the face like this during the Millennium War between the two governments, and then laughed wildly.
But today, just in front of the Heavenly King Palace, in front of all the powerhouses in the Lingsheng Wangyu, Zhuang Mengdie returned two loud slaps to him with an eye for an eye. It turns out that being humiliated in public is so delicious! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com