A Visit to Collect Debts
An old man in maroon robes with a goatee checked their pulses one by one. He would shake his head at times and nod at others. Sometimes, his eyes would shine, and sometimes, his hands would move up and down. To the left of the sacred hall was Liu Hong of the Iron Fist, while Li Long stood behind him, ready to pour him more tea at any time.
A group of disciples of the Iron Fist stood in a human wall, blocking off many people of various ages and genders. They all seemed to be the relatives of these children. They all looked at their children nervously. If they received a nod from the old man, they would smile from ear to ear. If the old man shook his head, they would become dejected.
This was an important figure from the prefectural city of Clear River that was thousands of kilometers away, a mighty protector of the Iron Fist. His martial arts had reached perfection. If they could gain his recognition, then their children would truly reach the heavens in a single step.
Li Qingshan saw the old man with a single glance. The old man's aura was heavy, slightly more powerful than Feng Zhang's. He really was an innate master, but he was not a dangerous figure. If he daemonified, he was confident he could kill the old man in a single strike. Even if he maintained his human form, it would not be too troublesome. All he needed was some effort.
He was only curious about what he was doing.
Liu Hong sat beside the old man. Although they were both old, even ignorant children could tell who was stronger or weaker. Liu Hong sighed inside. Recently, many impressive figures had come to Qingyang city.
Ever since he came to Qingyang city to retire, it had already been many years since he last saw protector Yan Song. Speaking of which, with his second-rate martial arts, he had only seen him a few times in the past. The last time he saw him was during the main branch leader's birthday banquet over a decade ago. Back then, he was still in his prime, and protector Yan was like this. Now, he had already become an old man, but protector Yan did not seem to have changed at all.
Liu Hong said, "Protector Yan, rest up!"
"Please have some tea!" To his side, Li Long filled up the tea in a hurry. Although hall chief Wu had died, cancelling his plan to leave Qingyang city, he was happy instead. He never liked that hall chief Wu very much in the first place. He had been rude to his master, so he deserved to die. In the blink of an eye, protector Yan had arrived. Not only was he more skilled in martial arts, but his bearing was much steadier too. He was arrogant, but he did not show it. He could even directly take him to the Clear River prefecture. (
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Yan Song stopped and leisurely took a sip of tea. "I'm old, my bones are not good enough." He let the children stand under the sun.
Liu Hong said, "Zongduozhu?"
"Don't worry. You can be considered a senior in the sect. That surnamed Wu is useless, so how can he blame you? I will make things clear with the leader." Yan Song was in a good mood. Of course, it was because he had received a lot of benefits from Liu Hong. He did not care too much about silver, but one of the ancient paintings came from a famous artist. It could be said that it was hard to obtain even with a thousand taels of gold. It was exactly what he wanted.
Yan Song said, "Then thank you, protector. What do you think of these children?"
Yan Song said, "There are still a few good seedlings among these children. Although I don't know whether they can practise qi or not, they're good enough to practise martial arts at the very least. If this were Clear River city, the children with better talent would have been scavenged away a long time ago. Even a good seedling has to be fought over. How can they be picked so casually? "
Liu Hong said, "It's all thanks to the wisdom of the leader."
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Yan Song raised his head and saw a gap in the human wall formed by the Iron Fist disciples. A young man walked in, but he only glanced at him before ordering, "Let him out. He's too old." And, he was far too ordinary. There was nothing worthy of his attention at all.
However, the Iron Fist disciples did not stop the young man as he said. Instead, they parted in fear. Yan Song was rather confused. He saw Li Long and even Liu Hong widen their eyes. "Li Qingshan!"
The crowd broke into a discussion. "Isn't that Li Qingshan?" "The Black Tiger Li Qingshan!" "I heard he died? Why has he returned? "Li Qingshan could be regarded as famous in Qingyang city now.
Li Qingshan walked over and waved his hand with a smile. "Sect master Liu, long time no see. You must be some protector. It's an honour to meet you!"
Yan Song's eyebrows twitched. He remembered the other reason he had come. Was it not because of this young man? The Holy Church
Liu Hong said awkwardly, "Y- you've returned!"
Li Qingshan cut straight to the point. "Yeah. I've come to be an unwelcome guest this time. Please return a few items to me, sect master Liu. If you want to exchange them for silver notes, I'd rather take less. After all, it wasn't easy for you to dig them out." Right now, Li Qingshan seemed very gentle. He did not have the slightest air of malice.
Liu Hong looked at Yan Song. Yan Song sipped his tea and said indifferently, "You're Li Qingshan? You're still bold enough to return? I'll ask a question now, and you'll answer one question. If you don't answer one question, I'll slap you. How did hall chief Wu die? "
He did not even stand up. This was not a person worthy of him standing up. Moreover, Li Qingshan's "disrespect" made him rather annoyed. Li Qingshan was actually bold enough to ask him for something. And, there were many signs that proved that hall chief Wu's death was closely related to this person. He obviously would not be polite to his enemy.
Was Li Qingshan hiding his strength? Perhaps! But, even if Li Qingshan was a first-rate master, or even an innate master who had reached the Qi Refining stage, so what? With his Qi Refining stage 2 strength, how could he put a few people in his eyes?
Li Qingshan was not unfamiliar with this kind of behavior. It was because he had absolute confidence in his own strength. He believed that he could control the situation and that everyone had to listen to his arrangements and be at his mercy.
However, when Li Qingshan saw those figures who soared through the sky and saw Yan Song's current appearance, he found it extremely hilarious. He was like a toad croaking loudly, ordering around a swarm of flies, believing himself to be a king just because he pointed his finger at them.
So, Li Qingshan laughed. At least I'm a frog, and a very strong one at that.
The corner of Liu Hong's eye twitched. After not seeing him for a few months, this brat went out for a walk. He originally thought that he would restrain himself a little, but he did not expect that when he came back, he would still be like this. On the surface, he looked calm, but in his bones, he was extremely arrogant.
Yan Song's expression turned cold, "What are you laughing at?"
Li Qingshan said, "When I see something funny, I will naturally laugh!"
Yan Song slowly stood up and said, "Try laughing again and try."
Li Qingshan said, "Don't talk nonsense, I let you eat all my things, now spit them out for me."
Without any warning, Yan Song crossed the distance of several feet in one step and arrived in front of Li Qingshan. He raised his hand and ruthlessly slapped down. He wanted to slap Li Qingshan so that he would never laugh again in this life. He wanted him to know that provoking the Iron Fist had a price to pay.
"Pa!" A resounding slap.
Yan Song tilted his head to the side, his old face rippling. His eyes were wide open, and one of his teeth flew out. His heart was full of disbelief. He clearly did not feel a trace of inner force or true qi from Li Qingshan, but his speed was so fast and fierce. Could it be that he was a Body Refining Expert? But he did not look like a Body Refining Expert at all.
When Li Qingshan saw that Yan Song wanted to slap him, he did not feel much anger in his heart. Instead, he sighed. Yan Song's originally fast and fierce movements were now so slow in his eyes, so slow that he almost doubted whether his estimation was wrong or not.
And because Yan Song underestimated his opponent, he revealed many flaws. Of course, Li Qingshan would not let him go. He slapped Yan Song's face, his smile unchanged, "If you don't spit it out, I will hit you until you spit it out."
"Protector Yan!" Liu Hong was dumbfounded. The inviolable Protector Yan was actually slapped in front of so many people. He was even more surprised that Li Qingshan had become so strong. This kind of growth speed was simply too frightening.
The crowd also cried out in surprise. They were willing to bring their children here because Yan Song had revealed his true skills. He had destroyed a wooden pillar that was one zhang away with a single punch. In their eyes, it was simply the means of an immortal.
Li Long could not help but rub his eyes. Was this really the cowherd boy from Snail Village? He felt that he did not know this fellow villager more and more.
Yan Song was furious. He took a step back, adjusted his posture, and all the qi in his body surged into his fists.
Pa!
When Li Qingshan saw this posture, how could he give him a chance to attack? He took a step forward and slapped down again.
Li Qingshan's strength was so great that Yan Song was dizzy from the slap. The qi that he had just gathered dispersed, but he was unwilling to give up and circulated it again, wanting to kill Li Qingshan.
"Pa!" The third slap came down. Close combat with bare fists was like this. Once you were at a disadvantage, it was very difficult to get back.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" The slap was extremely loud, shaking the entire martial arts field. Other than the slap, there was no other sound.
Whenever Yan Song showed any signs of counterattacking, Li Qingshan would hit him without holding back. The reason why he chose to slap was not just to return a tooth for a tooth, but also because he did not have any killing intent, so he could not attack with great force. However, if he wanted to suppress Yan Song, hitting his head was the best choice. The slap was not fatal, and it could produce a concussive and dizzying effect, disrupting Yan Song's movements. It was truly the best method.
Yan Song retreated step by step, and Li Qingshan advanced step by step.
"Clang!" Yan Song sat back down on his armchair, protecting his head and face, and called out, "Stop hitting me!" After taking a few slaps, he instead woke up from his rage, and it turned into fear. Li Qingshan could kill him, and the older people got, the more they cherished their lives.
As expected, Li Qingshan stopped, "Hand over my things!"
Yan Song's face alternated between pale and red, and he roared, "Liu Hong! What are you still standing there for? " At the same time, he quietly reached into his bosom. He also had a talisman as a trump card. In front of so many people, he had lost so much face. If he did not take revenge, he was not a man.
Li Qingshan said, "I advise you not to use it!"
Yan Song's hand trembled.
Li Qingshan said, "You want to slap my face, so I will slap your face. You want to kill me, so I can only kill you."
Li Qingshan's words were calm and steady, and he did not even stop Yan Song from taking the talisman. Yan Song pinched the corner of the talisman, and his expression changed even more. For a moment, he could not take it out.
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