Zhao Yun's palm was like the wind, coincidentally meeting the dark man's fist. Palm and fist collided again. This was a fated confrontation, causing sparks to fly in all directions.
Boom!
An invisible wave of Qi forcibly blocked Zhao Yun's Dragon Elephant Force. His body, which was in mid-air, seemed to be unable to withstand the attack of the Qi wave. He swayed a few times, like a broken kite on the verge of collapse.
The dark man squeaked. His body, which was originally leaning forward, leaned back slightly and pushed his fist further.
As if a strong wind was blowing, a small boat could not withstand the raging waves. Zhao Yun's chest felt stuffy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body involuntarily fell backward and landed heavily on the ground.
"How, how is this possible?"
Zhao Yun could not believe that his full strength attack could not withstand a casual punch from the dark man! Even in terms of strength, he could not compare to others!
He looked at the blood on his clothes, and his eyes were filled with despair.
The world was vast, and he was so weak. He was so lowly that he could be trampled on by others, so pitiful that he could be bullied by others.
"God, is this how you torture me?"
The dark man's squeals and Wang Tau's arrogant laughter were like thousands of woodpeckers constantly harassing his nerves. It was especially ear-piercing. His persistence and pride for more than ten years seemed to have been smashed into powder by this punch. Not even fragments were left behind.
Zhao Yun's mind was in a mess. He heard that the dark man's fist was coming again, but he did not dodge. He only lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained clothes.
The dark man was even more merciless. He threw a punch with all his strength and hit Zhao Yun's chest. The majestic force was abundant and difficult to resist. His body became light, and he was knocked ten feet away. He immediately lost consciousness.
The dark man was about to attack again, but Wang Tau saw it from afar and hurriedly shouted, "Brat, stop fighting! That's your Junior Brother! "
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When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, he only felt a clamor in his ears. His heart could not calm down. It was the dark man who surrounded him, squeaking and squeaking.
Seeing him wake up, the dark man was dancing with joy, his mouth was shouting even more chaotically, nobody knew what he was saying.
Zhao Yun frowned. She was very annoyed and only wanted to chase this dark man to the side.
The dark man moved his face closer. The beard on his cheeks was in a mess, dancing in the wind. It was extremely disgusting. When he saw Zhao Yun's unhappy expression, he quickly gestured with his hands as if he wanted to say something.
Zhao Yun glared at him, but the dark-skinned man shouted, "Wula!" and turned around to run out of the door.
Zhao Yun felt pain in her chest. Only then did she realize that she was lying on a narrow bed. She was covered in a dirty quilt that emitted an indescribable stench. Her chest felt uncomfortable, so she quickly lifted the quilt.
He thought that since he could not learn any skills, he might as well leave the Lingyun Temple first before making any further plans. Then he thought about how busy he was and how everything was going against his wishes. He couldn't help but feel dejected.
Footsteps sounded outside the room. When the door opened, a little sunlight entered the room and shone on Zhao Yun's tired face.
The dark man cried out and brought Wang Tau into the room. Wang Tau's big butt sat on the side of the bed and said with a smile, "Stinky brat, your physique isn't bad! You woke up so quickly. In this Huo Huan Tang Hall, no one who didn't lie down for ten days to half a month after being punched by the Duobao. I, Wang Lang, am quite lucky. Both of my disciples are so powerful, hehe. "
When Wang Lang saw the doubt in Zhao Yun's eyes, he pointed at the dark man and said, "There, that's Duobao. He's my disciple. Haha, he's now my eldest disciple. Because he can't speak, everyone calls him Mute. "
When Duobao saw Wang Lang pointing at him, he knew that his master was introducing him to his junior martial brother. His face was full of excitement, and he opened his mouth and laughed foolishly. He was already used to being called "Mute" to his face, so he didn't mind.
Zhao Yun's arrogance was slightly dampened because she was defeated by the Duobao. If she couldn't even take care of a laundry, then it would be even more impossible for her to see that Ziwei Daoist. She didn't shout or scream, but only frowned and said, "Since you won't take me to see the temple master, then quickly ask someone to take me out of the Lingyun Temple."
"What kind of joke are you talking about! Since you're my disciple, this is your home. How can you leave? Without the Sect Master's order and the Discipline Hall's edict, who can leave the Lingyun Temple? "Wang Lang had an incredulous expression on his face, as if he was surprised by Zhao Yun's stupidity.
Zhao Yun couldn't help but become angry again. She felt that the Lingyun Temple was bullying her and targeting her at every turn. She said angrily, "How can there be such logic! I don't want to be apprenticed. Are you trying to force me to stay? "
Wang Lang snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "You're a child after all. It's normal that you don't know the rules of the Lingyun Temple. Not to mention you, even if I wanted to go down the mountain to purchase dishes, I wouldn't be able to take a single step without an ultimatum. See, ever since Mute came up the mountain, he hasn't left the Huo Huan Tang or stepped out of Linye Island. "
Duobao was mute but not deaf. When he heard his master mention him, he hurriedly nodded and told his junior martial brother that it was indeed so.
Zhao Yun was unable to restrain her anger. This Lingyun Temple was unreasonable. Now that she was in a dilemma and couldn't leave, she really didn't know what to do. Her chest was filled with anger.
Wang Lang had already noticed Zhao Yun's strange behavior. This stinky brat seemed to have a lot of stories. A pair of dirty hands pressed down on Zhao Yun's shoulders. He smiled and said, "Hui Ming, do you have something on your mind? Tell me and I'll solve it for you. Hehe."
Zhao Yun thought, "You're just a laundry and cook. What can you solve? You don't even have the power to make me leave. What else is there to say? "She was unhappy and ignored the short fatty. She closed her eyes. Her heart was full of worries.
Wang Lang saw that he didn't like to talk to people and also became a little angry. He said in a heavier tone, "In short, since you're here, take things as they come. Stinky brat, you don't have to think too much. Just obediently stay in the Huo Huan Tang. " He stood up and instructed Duobao, "Stinky brat, keep an eye on my junior martial brother. Don't let him run around!"
Wang Lang closed the door with a "swoosh", instantly wiping out the little bit of sunlight. The dark and gloomy room hid Zhao Yun's tired face.
"This stinky brat, why does his face look so gloomy?"
Wang Lang, who was striding forward, couldn't help but turn his head. However, his gaze was blocked by the door. He could no longer see the one-armed brat's arrogant expression. He also had a strange feeling in his heart.
He had already asked Li Si. This brat was indeed brought to him by the sect master's white-clothed sword attendant. For the sect master to personally give an order, perhaps there really was a story. Then, he couldn't let this brat go so easily. However, this brat obviously looked down on his abilities. That was really f * cking embarrassing.
Fortunately, Mute was awesome and intimidated this brat. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened.
With a bitter smile on his face, Wang Lang shook his head. He was already in high spirits. "Why are you thinking so much? I'm the manager of the Huo Huan Tang. I have a lot of things to do!" He strode away.
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