It was a loud and clear slap. The sound was so clear that it echoed through the forest.
Ye Aotian was stunned. The other Emei Sect disciples at the side were also stunned. Although there were many people who were gloating over Qin Lang's misfortune, they were all stunned by Qin Lang's slap. First of all, if Qin Lang had slapped someone else, they would not have been able to avoid it. Second of all, they did not understand why Qin Lang dared to slap Ye Aotian here. After all, Ye Aotian was the future son-in-law of Emei Faction's Sect Leader, and this was Emei Faction's territory. If Qin Lang dared to act so atrociously here, could it be that he did not want to live anymore?
The burning sensation on his face reminded Ye Aotian that he had been slapped. For someone as proud as Ye Aotian, this was definitely a great humiliation, not to mention that he had been slapped in front of so many of his fellow disciples. Shame and anger intertwined in his heart. Ye Aotian wanted to skin this sloppy young man alive, but when he thought of Qin Lang's attack just now, he knew that he had no chance of winning. If he challenged Qin Lang, he would only be humiliating himself. Therefore, Ye Aotian did not plan to do it himself. Instead, he shouted, "Arrogant man! How dare you act so wildly in the Emei Faction? Even if I have to risk my life, I will not let you continue to act so presumptuously! "
As expected of a member of the Ye Family. Under such circumstances, he had actually managed to turn a personal grudge into a "public grudge". This made the disciples of the Emei Sect feel that Qin Lang's slap was not aimed at him, but at the entire Emei Sect.
Ye Aotian's voice was very loud. He wanted the rest of the Emei Faction to hear him. This place was not far from Xianfeng Temple. He believed that the masters of the Emei Faction would quickly come here, and he could let the other disciples of the Emei Faction know that he had been slapped to protect the reputation of the Emei Faction.
Slap!
Ye Aotian's methods were good, but they were useless against Qin Lang. With Qin Lang's current level and strength, there was no need for him to fight with Ye Aotian. Since his strength was far greater than his opponent's, all he had to do was suppress him. Why waste his brain cells on a battle of wits? For Qin Lang, the current Ye Aotian was not worthy of being his opponent. Naturally, he did not need to waste his brain cells on Ye Aotian.
For the first slap, Ye Aotian could say that he was ambushed and caught off guard. However, the second slap made him dizzy and unable to recognize anything. This second slap came later than the first, and it was louder than it had been. Ye Aotian was dumbfounded by the slap. Not only was his hair standing on end, but his hair was also standing on end. Lute? Ji? The swan pokes the pole and forgives the rattle, the Job is bad and ignorant, I rush in, only the nose and the spirit are left? Quietly Na Yu tau chisel? Carboxyclonid castration??? ??? Waste? Leech? Hale and hearty, say tomb, Ω fan to jelly?? Coward? Luan Yao? Is it a cow embedded in primordial silence? Exchanging for fish and wine? Ming Ao?
Ye Aotian's patience had finally paid off. Soon, an expert from the Emei Sect rushed over. This time, it was not a young disciple of the Emei Sect, but a middle-aged man. To be more precise, it was a middle-aged monk. The Emei Sect was a very strange place. There were monks and Daoists here, and there were also pure martial artists. It could be said to be a "hodgepodge" of sects. However, in terms of reputation, the Emei Sect was even slightly better than the Qingcheng Sect.
The middle-aged monk was called Kuang Yue. He was one of the elders of the Emei Sect, and could also be said to be one of the Supreme Elders. He was here to oversee the market today. The market in Ping Chuan Province would be held every month. Although it was always a group of people from the pugilistic world doing business, and there would be some friction, real life and death fights rarely happened. This was because the people who came to participate in the market were all famous people in the pugilistic world. They had to care about the reputation of the individual and the sect. Even if they wanted to kill and rob people, they would do it after the market was over and find a secluded place to do it. It was impossible for them to kill people at the market.
Kuang Yue, like his name, was a person with a fiery temper. After he appeared, he immediately reprimanded Ye Aotian, "You can't even handle such a small matter properly. You're a disgrace to the Emei Sect!"
Kuang Yue did not plan to continue reprimanding Ye Aotian for the sake of the leader of the Emei Sect. Instead, he looked at Qin Lang with his scarlet eyes and said, "Where did this wild boy come from? Do you know what this place is? This is not a place where you can behave atrociously! "
Kuang Yue's cultivation had reached the Reaching Heaven State, and he was already half a step to the Martial Soul Realm, so his tone was slightly arrogant.
"I'm just an unaffiliated person from the pugilistic world. I just came to the market to do some business, but I didn't expect to be stopped by the people of the Emei Sect." Qin Lang spoke in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing. He had already shown his strength earlier. Since he had already drawn out the people with real power, there was no need for him to continue using violence.
"Do you think this is a market in the countryside, where anyone can come?" Kuang Yue snorted coldly, and a murderous aura emanated from his body. He felt that the disciples of the Emei Sect had done the right thing. Not just anyone could enter this kind of market, or else it would not be considered a high-end market. If it were him, he would not allow such a piece of trash of unknown origin to enter either.
"If I don't have the right to enter, then this place of yours will really become a market!" Qin Lang said tit for tat.
"You … You're courting death!" Kuang Yue seemed like he was about to explode. The kasaya on his body had already started to flutter, and it was obvious that his Spiritual Qi had already started to go berserk throughout his body.
"I'm telling the truth." Qin Lang acted as if he did not see that Kuang Yue was about to go berserk. A few elixirs appeared in his hand as if he was performing a magic trick. They were a few Vitality Strengthening Elixirs. Because he had fused the essence and blood of ancient ferocious beasts into them when he was refining them, their quality was very good, and their Spiritual Qi was oppressive.
Slap!
It was another resounding slap, but it did not ring on Ye Aotian's face. Instead, it rang in his heart. Ye Aotian was a smart man. When he saw the elixirs in Qin Lang's hand, he knew that the two slaps he had received just now were not in vain.
As expected, the anger in Kuang Yue's eyes disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a look of greed. However, he said, "It seems that our eyes were blind. We did not expect that little brother would actually have elixirs in his hands. If that's the case, then entering the market is naturally not a problem. We welcome you very much!"
Qin Lang snorted, and swaggered towards Immortal Peak Temple. He did not even look at Ye Aotian and the others.
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