In one word, to purge fools is to offend the Three Thousand Dao. There is a saying that the Three Thousand Dao are disciples all over the world. How many people in the world dare to offend the Three Thousand Dao easily?
Master Lian Po is not a big shot in Three Thousand Dao, but he will be treated politely as a guest in any major religious country. Even if he travels around the world, many strong monks cannot help but be polite.
As the saying goes, don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. Even with a name like Sanqiandao, most of the strong monks in the world are not willing to conflict with Master Lian Po.
Even if Mr. Lian Po cannot represent the entire Three Thousand Dao, as an elder disciple of the Three Thousand Dao, he still has some weight among the younger generation of disciples of the Three Thousand Dao.
Now Li Qiye not only offended them three thousand times, but also called Young Master Lian an "idiot". How could this make Young Master Lian swallow his breath?
"Boy, you are tired of living, are you looking for death?" At this time, Mr. Lian Po didn't say much anymore, his eyes turned cold, revealing his murderous intent.
Any strong monk who knows how to look at faces will know that something is wrong when he looks like Master Lian. Master Lian has murderous intentions.
"Why, with your little ability, you still want to take action?" Li Qiye couldn't help but laugh, shook his head slightly, and said: "Don't overestimate your capabilities. If you want to live longer, just keep your tail between your legs and be a good person."
As soon as Li Qiye said these words, many monks and strong men present could not help but look at him. Although there were some strong monks from the great religions who were enemies of the disciples of Three Thousand Dao, there were few like Li Qiye. Like Qiye, he showed no mercy as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he was slapped in the face as soon as they met.
If Miao Shi is concerned, not to mention the disciples of Three Thousand Dao, I am afraid that most of the disciples of the great religion will find it difficult to swallow this breath. Mr. Lian Po is a person of some importance after all. Being ridiculed like this today, of course he is full of anger.
"Did you hear that, our young master has spoken?" At this time, Jian Guolang put his hands on his hips, as if a dog was taking advantage of others, and shouted: "Our young master tells you to get out, with your tail between your legs, and be a good person. No, it should be with your tail between your legs." , be a bereaved dog, otherwise, your life will be worse than death. That’s not right, a little shrimp like you, is it worth our son to torture you? I will slap you to death on the ground lake with a casual flip."
"Why don't you get out of here?" At this moment, Jian Merchant was like an evil slave. Relying on his master's power, he was raging fiercely, as if he was about to rush over and slap Master Lian Po on the face. .
"Is this kid crazy?" After hearing the arrogant words of Mr. Jian, the appearance of the evil slave immediately made all the strong monks present look at each other.
Not to mention whether the strong monks in the world want to be shameless or maintain their three-point attitude, but when Jian Guolang opens his mouth, he is extremely arrogant, and he looks like he is going to press three thousand disciples to the ground and rub them. , that is already distasteful to people, not to mention, the appearance of that evil slave, dominating the power of others, is even more irritating.
At this time, Jian Merchant was just like the dog slave that many people imagined. Such a dog slave should be slapped and deserved to die.
However, the salesman Jian didn't realize it at all. After scolding Mr. Lian Po, he suddenly felt proud.
The Taoist people nearby glanced at Mr. Jian and felt that this guy was deliberately fanning the flames. This was not to kill Mr. Lian Po, but to push Sanqiandao into a pit of fire.
Mingzu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and glared at Jian Guolang fiercely. If it was just Jian Guolang who didn't know how to advance or retreat, Mingzu would have slapped him in the face. However, at this time, Jian Guolang was taking advantage of others, and he looked at him Li Qiye looked so powerful, so Mingzu let him go.
"Isn't this guy a disciple of the four great families? Why is he so bad-mouthed?" Mr. Jian is also famous. There are also some strong monks who know Mr. Jian. When they saw him like this, they couldn't help but murmured and said: "This Did the boy eat something to make him brave? Are he not afraid that the four major families will be wiped out by three thousand ways?"
"This kid has always had such a bad mouth, but I didn't expect that he could even spray three thousand words." Some strong monks from the great religious kingdoms murmured, and they seemed to take pleasure in others' misfortune.
Being sprayed like this by Jian Guolang, Mr. Lian Po's eyes suddenly burst into flames, and his face turned red. At this moment, Mr. Lian Po was simply driven crazy. Just now, he only had some anger in his heart. It was just a murderous intention.
Now, if the salesman Jian humiliated him like this, it would immediately make him extremely angry. The raging anger spurting out from his eyes was as if he could burn the salesman Jian at once.
"You don't know how to live or die, today is the day you die." The blazing anger gushed out from Mr. Lian's eyes, like a raging flame. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Today, if I don't skin you, I won't." I'll cramp your tendons and won't drink your blood..."
"Yes, yes, you're going to peel off my skin, twitch my tendons, and drink my blood." Mr. Jian was not afraid at all. He was really an evil slave bullying others, and a dog was bullying others. He made a face to Mr. Lian Po. , said with a smile: "As the saying goes, a dog that bites cannot bark. The dog that barks the most ferociously is often the coward..."
"...I give you the most sincere advice, and it is also the most valuable and even the last advice in your life. If you want to live a good life, just put your tail between your legs and get out of here. Our young masters generally won't beat you up. A drowned dog will not hunt down a lost dog like you. Do you understand? If you want to survive, get out now."
If Jian Guolang humiliates Master Lian Po in this way, he is simply going to die. Even fools know that humiliating Master Lian Po in this way is not to mention that he is from Three Thousand Dao. Even an ordinary monk and strong man will humiliate himself when he hears it. If you say that, then you want to fight desperately. Therefore, when Master Lian heard such words, how could he swallow his breath.
"This means digging a hole and burying him alive." The fortune teller couldn't help but glance at the salesman Jian and muttered: "This kid is not a good thing."
"Hey, you're not much better." After Mr. Jian finished spraying Mr. Lian Po, he took a look at the local man and said: "You stole other people's things and hid behind our young master. Didn't you just let our young master carry it on purpose?" A pot? If our young master didn’t care about you, he would have skinned you long ago.”
"Hey, hey, that's not the case, that's not the case." The real man laughed dryly.
At this time, Mr. Lian Po was driven crazy. Not only did Mr. Jian humiliate him, but after finishing speaking, Mr. Jian even teased the local people. His demeanor of treating him like nothing was enough to make him bite him to pieces. His teeth were gone, and he wanted to tear him into pieces.
"You don't know whether to live or die. Today, I will cut you into pieces and tell you your name and sect." At this time, Master Lian Po shouted, even if he wanted to After cutting Jian the salesman into thousands of pieces, he still behaved like everyone and didn't immediately attack the salesman.
"Your uncle and I, whether we change our names in work or our surnames in office, our surname is Jian." Jian shopkeeper said with a very arrogant look: "Don't think that only you three thousand people can look down upon the world, like the strongest monks in the world. In front of you three thousand Taoists, you must be a grandson. Oh, it’s not just the Three Thousand Taoists. The world does not belong to your family, and you three thousand Taoists are not the best in the world. In terms of strength, the True Immortal Sect and the Lion’s Roar Kingdom are also I may not be able to weaken you three thousand..."
"...Sanqian Dao, isn't it just to bully the weak in the world with a little strength? If you have the ability, you can go to the Ancestral Temple and show us how arrogant you are. If you dare to go, then we will all praise you as a man. , otherwise, don’t act like I am a disciple of three thousand Taoists in front of the world, and you should all be your grandchildren.”
"That makes sense." Originally, many of the strong monks who passed by just now felt that Jian Goods was seeking death and did not know the world. However, after hearing what Jian Goods said, many of the strong monks secretly thought They all praised it, feeling a little happy.
After all, for inheritances like Three Thousand Dao and True Immortal Sect, their disciples always regard themselves as superior to others, as if the great sects in the world, in front of their Three Thousand Dao, even an ordinary person In front of the disciples, everyone has to lower their heads and keep their posture low.
Now Mr. Jian has made his words clear and directly criticizes Mr. Lian Po. How can this not make people happy?
Master Lian Po had such a superior appearance, which originally made some strong monks feel unhappy. The disciples of Sanqian Dao were just showing off their posture and showing off their pride in front of ordinary strong monks.
If Mr. Lian Po really has that kind of ability and strength, then he can show off his superiority and superiority to others, then he can be called a real man.
A disciple of three thousand disciples like Mr. Lian Po, who considers himself superior to others, would probably bow and nod like a grandson when he stood in front of the ancestral temple.
Everyone in the world doesn't know that the Ancestral Temple is the dojo of His Majesty. Not to mention the disciples of Three Thousand Dao, even the ancestor of Three Thousand Dao, Dao Sanqian, may not dare to be arrogant in front of the Ancestral Temple.
"This kid." Mingzu couldn't help but laughed and cursed when he saw Jian the salesman speaking freely, and shook his head. Li Qiye let Jian the salesman go, so he stopped interfering.
"Damn it -" At this moment, Mr. Lian Po could no longer hold back the anger in his heart. The overwhelming anger made him spit out angrily and yelled: "Damn thing, today, I will not only tear you into pieces, but also kill you." Duan, I have three thousand ways, and I will destroy your family! Three thousand ways of divine power, how can you tolerate your blasphemy! The crime deserves death."
