Reflect the world

Chapter 361 Dispute (first update)
In the eyes of the local residents of Fengdu, practitioners are mostly god-level figures, high and low, mysterious and unpredictable.

Every Fengdu resident is willing to help them when they need housing.

Of course, this does not mean that the residents of Fengdu are willing to accept their domineering orders and be superior.

Voluntary and oppressed are two completely different concepts.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Come here quickly, do you want the uncle to come and invite you?"

Tang Xuanming frowned, but did not speak.

An unspeakable silence fell between the two.

Tang Xuanming's disguised mountain man was tall and calm, and he didn't stop because of the sudden order.

And the middle-aged practitioner saw that the students did not move at all, and his expression became a little bit indifferent.

"Hey, even an ordinary person can't shout, smack..."

"You can't say that. Ordinary people are equally worthy of respect. It's better for practitioners not to interfere in their lives."

There was an old monk interjecting beside him, a bit offended, but he was ridiculed violently.

"Are you kidding me? Practitioners themselves are superior. Can real dragons and ants stay together? A group of ordinary people who can't even defeat tigers will only shame them if they insist on comparing them with practitioners."

"It seems that the mountain people here have not had contact with outsiders for a long time, and they can't even tell the difference between practitioners and ordinary people."

……

One after another, the middle-aged cultivator heard the comments, distorting her face, and there seemed to be a flame burning in her eyes, which was anger.

He was angry that an ordinary local resident dared to resist him face to face and did not listen to his words.

He was also angry because of the comments of the practitioners around him, and the whispered comments of the practitioners entered his ears word by word, making him furious.

The long knife at the waist came out of its sheath with a clang, and the shining light of the knife made a group of ordinary mountain people scream.

"Hide!"

This is the anxious roar of the mountain people.

"Hey, the Second Quick Knife King is still so irritable!"

That was a cold comment from a practitioner.

"Zhaza, the shot is a bit ruthless! But it's time to let these ordinary mountain people know how to write the word respect. We actually charge a fee to live here, hehe!"

Someone laughed sinisterly in the crowd.

And the sharp long knife passed Tang Xuanming amid the exclamation of a group of people, and was nailed to a pillar behind him. The tail of the knife was still vibrating, making a buzzing sound.

"Now that you know the fate of disobeying me, you all work hard for me, or you all... huh?!"

The middle-aged practitioner man had a ferocious smile on his face, and he was going to make an example to the monkeys, so that the group of mountain people could work more efficiently.

But before he finished speaking, he saw that the long knife that was supposed to pass through the young man's chest had lost its target, and did not nail the rebellious mountain man to the pillar as he expected.

His eyes were narrowed, but he didn't notice any abnormalities. With a ferocious smile on his face, he approached Tang Xuanming step by step, and the successive failures made him angry from the bottom of his heart.

Especially being scorned by an ordinary local resident, who could even be called an aboriginal figure, made him sincerely unhappy.

"No wonder you dare to disobey me. I have practiced the cropping style twice."

"But I will let you know the gap between practitioners and ordinary people. I decided to break your limbs and tie them to the pillars, and let you cry here. Maybe with a role model like you, they will work more neatly. "

The blue veins on the face of the middle-aged practitioner made him look even more ferocious.

He casually picked an arm-thick wooden stick from the building materials, weighed it twice, approached it with a wild smile, aimed at Tang Xuanming's left arm and swung it down.

boom!
The wooden stick was empty, Tang Xuanming moved slightly, and the wooden stick that could split the arm of an ordinary person was right next to him, sinking into the soil.

The skin on the middle-aged man's face twitched twice. Before he could react, he was strangled by the tall mountain man.

"you……"

"What am I?"

The middle-aged man looked astonished, and the superiority on his face suddenly disappeared. He struggled instinctively, and found that your arm holding his throat was like gold and iron, and there was no way to shake it at all.

No matter how slow the reaction was at this time, he also understood that the ordinary mountain man in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a powerful practitioner.

The sudden shocking changes seen by the practitioners watching the bustle around were also a low-pitched exclamation. They originally thought that the outside practitioners would set up rules here.

As a result, the situation is now reversed. It is true that there are people who want to establish rules, but they are not foreign practitioners, but local mountain people.

"Senior... forgive me... forgive me!"

Feeling the growing strength of the arm on his throat, and feeling the air disappearing from his body bit by bit, the middle-aged man panicked completely, without any trace of pride.

"I... don't know... I don't know that there are strong people like you in the Fengdu Mountains..."

The strength in his hands did not weaken in the slightest, and the air became less and less. The face of the middle-aged man turned red.

Looking at the cold face in front of him, he felt the fear of death.

"My lord...have mercy!"

The miraculous face-changing technique of the middle-aged man made Tang Xuanming's heart tremble, but his hands were still very steady without any trembling.

"Don't let him go, such a beast will only go too far after letting him go."

A young man who was oppressed by a middle-aged practitioner to build a house roared, his voice trembling: "He doesn't treat us as human beings at all. Two days ago, Ermu was directly beaten by him because his movements were slow. Lying in the house, such a person will not regret it at all."

"Now that we are stronger than him, he can kneel down and beg for mercy. When we are weaker than him, he will return even worse."

"Yeah, we can't let him go."

"This group of people don't treat us as human beings too much. If such characters can be regarded as gods, then the world has become hell."

Several other mountain people also joined in, obviously they have been treated extremely unfairly these days.

"I think it's better to think about it."

Seeing that Tang Xuanming's face became more and more indifferent, and the middle-aged practitioner's face became more and more ugly, because of the lack of oxygen, his face had swelled into an eggplant-like purple, and he was about to die.

Some practitioners couldn't see it, and spoke to dissuade them from the side.

"Yeah, yeah, you've already lost face to Wang Er so much, there's no need to make an inch of it, right? They're all practitioners, so what's the point of arguing for these ordinary people? I think it's almost enough, right?"

(End of this chapter)