Martial Doctor Supreme

Chapter 375 Daydreaming

When the monks turned their heads, they found a young man standing behind them.

The youth's appearance is not quite handsome, but the tough facial lines, a pair of sharp eyes, and a tall and straight posture, at least in terms of hardware, are much stronger than those of them.

"Who are you and why are you rude to us?"

The head of the fat monk, his face sank immediately.

Yang Mu said with a light smile: "I didn't say anything bad to you, I just gave you a reasonable suggestion.

Since you are nostalgic for the red dust, then sooner or later you will have to break the precept. "

"Shut up! It's all nonsense!"

Several monks looked embarrassed.

"This is a private forbidden area, tourists are not allowed to trespass, leave quickly, or the poor monk will be welcome!"

The fat monk looked angry and mistook Yang Mu for a tourist who had entered here by mistake.

After all, Qingxia Temple is famous in the ancient martial arts world. People from the ancient martial arts world who come here have always been very polite to their monks at Qingxia Temple.

The weaker clan sects even tried their best to curry favor. Where would they be like Yang Mu, who would say whatever they wanted to say, without the slightest respect in their eyes, and clearly didn't take them seriously.

Naturally, they treat Yang Mu as a tourist.

Yang Mu said, "Isn't this the place where the Wulin League founding conference was held?"

Several monks stayed for a while.

The fat monk headed was surprised: "You also came to participate in the Wulin Alliance founding conference?"

Yang Mu didn't answer the call, but not far away, another young man walked towards him quickly.

This young man is taller than Yang Mu, about 1.85 meters, his muscles are bulging, and he looks much stronger than Yang Mu.

His face is ferocious, and the overall feeling is that he is short-tempered, very difficult to provoke, like a fighting beast in the jungle.

"Who is this young man?"

The fat monk greeted him.

"Divine Fist Sect, Li Kong!"

The young man stopped and glanced at Yang Mu and several monks, his eyes a little high.

"Ah! Are you the Young Sect Master of the Divine Fist Sect known as Heaven Shaking Fist?"

The fat monk was surprised and his expression became much more polite.

Li Kong nodded arrogantly.

"Haha! Sect Master Li of the Shenquan Sect arrived at Qingxia Temple last night, and he has already explained to the donor that you will arrive this morning.

Junior Brother Qingshan, you take Li Shizhu to the wing arranged for the Shenquan Sect. "

The fat monk looked back at the horse-faced monk behind him.

The horse-faced monk nodded, walked to Li Kong with a kind face, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "Master Li, please come here!"

The prestige of Shenquan Sect is actually one level lower than Qingxia Temple.

The problem is that they are all ordinary monks of Qingxia Temple, but they are the young masters of the Shenquan Sect. There is no comparison between the two!

Although there are more than one children of the Sect Master of the Shenquan Sect, Li Kong is undoubtedly the most outstanding among them. He was only in his early 20s, and he has already stepped into the innate, and there is a possibility of impacting the ancient martial arts master in the future.

This time, at the founding meeting of the Wulin League, the Sect Master of the Shenquan Sect only asked this son to come and participate together. As long as he is not a fool, he will understand that, if nothing else, the next Sect Master of the Shenquan Sect will be the young man in front of him.

Faced with the future suzerain of the Shenquan Sect, a few young monks naturally did not dare to offend.

Li Kong nodded coldly and followed behind the horse-faced monk.

The fat monk then looked at Yang Mu again, as if his face changed, sneered, and stretched out his hand: "Since you are also here to participate in the Wulin Alliance founding conference, then take out the invitation and show it to me.

I now suspect you are lying! "

Yang Mu frowned and glanced at Li Kong's back: "Why doesn't he need an invitation, but I have to show it?"

"Hahaha, it's a joke! If you don't look at who they are, why would you take yourself with them—"

The fat monk subconsciously wanted to ridicule, remembered something, and said patiently, "It's not impossible if you don't want to show the invitation! Which school or faction do you belong to, or which ancient martial family, you have to tell me?"

Although the guy in front of him didn't seem to have the slightest feeling of an ancient martial artist, the fat monk also had a good mind, worried that he was wrong, so he asked one more question.

The other party asked this, but there was no problem. Yang Mu didn't mean to make trouble, and he replied cooperatively:

"I have no family or school, and I don't belong to any ancient martial arts family. All my skills are self-taught.

As for the invitation sticker, it was given by the Ou family. "

The scene fell into a brief silence.

Several monks looked at each other in dismay, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This guy dared to find out the news from nowhere, and came to join in the fun?

No family, no sect, not belonging to any ancient martial arts family, and self-taught?

What can he learn by self-study, he is afraid that he will not even be the ninth-rank acquired! "

"He was talking about the Ou family, the sword-casting family?

Boy, is there something wrong with your mind?

Making up nonsense, but also over the brain!

Although the strength of the people of the Ou family is not the first level in the ancient martial arts world, but as a family of swordsmiths, all of them are first-class powerhouses.

Those who can get the invitations from them must be famous people in the ancient martial arts world.

How could it be possible for an inexperienced character like you to get their invitation! "

"Leave quickly, or you will blame us for being rude.

This time the Wulin League founding conference, what kind of cats and dogs do you think can participate in it? "

"Humph! Not everyone is qualified to step into the Qingxia Temple's territory."

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After thinking in their hearts that Yang Mu was just a guy who came to join in the fun, several people completely lost their scruples.

One of the monks even rolled up his sleeves, saying that if Yang Mu didn't know each other and left quickly, he would make him suffer.

Although their status in Qingxia Temple could not be compared with Li Kong's status in Shenquan Sect, they were not weak in being able to entertain guests here, at least they were ninth-rank acquired.

It is an ancient martial artist who has already started!

In their eyes, it was an easy task to teach Yang Mu such a small character who ran around to make trouble.

Li Kong hadn't gone far with Monk Ma Mian when he heard the movement behind him and stopped to look.

Monk Ma Mian also heard the words just now, and said with a smile: "It's not uncommon for people to come here to join in the fun after inquiring about the wind.

Motivation is common.

It's nothing more than a daydream, hoping to get the appreciation of some sects or ancient martial arts families at the Wulin Alliance founding conference, so as to truly step into the ancient martial arts world! "

Li Kong said lightly: "It is indeed a daydream!"

For example, if you want to join their Divine Fist Sect, you have high requirements for qualifications. It is a big joke to want to join a powerful ancient martial arts sect by joining in the fun.

"In this world, there will never be a shortage of this kind of guy without self-awareness."

He didn't even bother to look at Yang Mu, he followed the horse-faced monk and quickly disappeared into the trail.