C1 Tihongtian(1)

In the martial world of the martial world, generations upon generations of powerful figures had appeared, flourishing at the peak. There were numerous clans and clans, and the royal family had sealed off the nine great sects, giving them the power to rule the world.

The White Horse Temple is one of the nine great sects.

However, the Temple of Baima was different from other forces in the martial world. Although it had the power to suppress demons, it did not like to fight. It had a high prestige among the people, such as the Temple of Baima and the Temple of Baima.

The Temple of Baima was built in the middle of the Baima Mountains, and it was flourishing all year round. People came and went from the Baima Mountain, and over the years, it attracted many vendors to set up business by the foot of the mountains. Many wooden sheds were set up, forming a bazaar.

On a tea stand, there were four or five rough wooden square tables. A few pilgrims who had travelled here from afar and were thirsty gathered around the tables, drinking cold tea in twos and threes.

The tea was only coarse green leaf tea, and was not a good tea. But after the journey and thirst, a bowl of tea was served. It was cool and refreshing, but it felt extremely comfortable.

"Goudongxi, this is considered tea, is this for someone else?" However, not everyone knew the word 'content'.

"Pah!"

The large porcelain bowl that held the tea was smashed to pieces on the ground. The pieces of the bowl splattered and the tea splashed into the air.

"What are you doing?" The people at the surrounding tables quickly dodged away, while a few burly men glared at them.

That person was around twenty-four to twenty-five years old. He was dressed in brocade and had a transparent jade pendant hanging from his waist. His clothes were extraordinary, but there was a fierce cry coming from between his brows.

"Customer, this …" Chatanlaobahn was doing business in this kind of place and sending them here and there. He had seen all sorts of people, and he was not flustered at all. He rushed over with a smile on his face and was about to explain a few words.

"Bam!"

The man stretched out his hand and pressed Chatanlaobahn down on the table.

Chatanlaobahn's face immediately had two bloody lines appear on it, his face couldn't help but reveal a trace of anger.

"Friend, aren't you going a bit too far to go out?" A large man frowned and could not bear to watch any longer.

The other tables saw that the person was ruthless and did not want to provoke him anymore.

"Hmm?" The youth suddenly turned his head and stared at the big man's face, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with my matters?"

Anger erupted from the big man's heart. With an ashen face, he slapped his palm and immediately stood up.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the surface of the wooden table that was only an inch thick.

"Such great strength!"

The remaining guests drinking tea at the remaining tables all took in a breath of cold air. As they looked at the burly man, their faces revealed traces of shock.

One must have at least several hundred jin of strength in order to be able to easily smash apart that thick wooden table. If it were to land on a person's body, it was likely that their muscles and bones would be broken.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant when you're outside!" The brawny man extended his hand and grabbed toward the young man's shoulder.

Seeing that they were about to start a fight, some timid people in the tea house hurriedly left behind the tea money and ran out of the tea house.

"Is he lecturing me?" A sneer appeared on the young man's face. "Scram!"

With a kick from his leg, a muffled sound of air being torn apart could be heard from his left leg. With just a shake, his foot landed on the big man's chest.

His speed was so fast that ordinary people would not be able to see the trajectory of his left leg.

"Bam!"

Like the muffled sound of a giant hammer smashing onto something, the robust body of the 200 jin man flew out, smashing the tables one by one, and splashing the tea water everywhere.

"Wanjun Leg Art!"

The faces of those who were sitting at the same table as the big man changed drastically.

"You are from the Yujia?"

A trace of fear had already appeared on their faces.

"He is …" Yuloong! "

"Yugongzi, we have eyes but were unable to recognize Mount Tai, and my brother did not mean to offend you, I hope you can let us go."

Tap, tap, tap …

Yuloong's kick was too powerful. Even after the man knocked over three or four tables with his kick, he was still unable to stabilize himself and staggered back.

Each kick left a clear footprint on the ground.

"What happened to that youth?"

"You must be scared silly …"

Those who had escaped outside the tea house saw a young man with a porcelain bowl in his hand. He was still sitting behind a table with his head slightly lowered, as if he was in a daze.

"Quickly dodge!"

Someone could not help but shout.

"Don't bother me!" The youngster slightly raised his head, one hand holding the bowl, the other reaching out and patting the back of the muscular man.

"Ugh …" The people outside the tea house were stunned.

The man's body that was flying over suddenly stopped, and he came to a stop in an instant.

However, the youth sitting behind the table didn't move at all. Even the teacup in his right hand didn't budge in the slightest.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the man stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.