Chapter 3886: Offended a Direct Disciple?
The stall owner just woke up from a dream, stamped his feet and shouted: "Hey, hey, don't leave, come back quickly!"
Shui Yijun turned back: "You asked me to pay the price, and I also gave you the money. Now that the money and goods are gone, do you want to cheat?"
The stall owner was furious: "I didn't ask you to pay a penny! You liar!"
"Oh, what do you say if you take a piece of rotten tree root and sell it to me as a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Shui Yijun said unhurriedly, "What if I call the supervising disciples at the market to report your behavior? , what will happen if you are not allowed to trade in the market from now on?"
The stall owner shook his head and waved his hands hurriedly: "Forget it, forget it. I'm unlucky to meet such an unlucky guy like you..."
Shui Yijun didn't pay much attention to these words.
Seeing him being so stupid and allowing others to insult him, the child couldn't help but feel angry. He walked over and smashed the stall owner's table with his palm, shouting: "You lied to people first and spoke evil words without repentance. I think so." I know where you are as a disciple, take off your mask for me!"
The table shattered into countless pieces.
Make a loud noise.
It attracted the attention of countless people around him.
The stall owner was dumbfounded.
The table belongs to him, and he naturally knows how strong it is.
With the strength of the child's palm, it was just a matter of fun to slap him to death.
The most important thing is that everyone knows that one must be at least the third level of mental power to have such power.
In Piaoyun Village, those who can cultivate the Qingyun Mind Technique to the third level or above at such a young age are either the best among the inner disciples, or they are... direct disciples.
Thinking that he might have provoked a direct disciple, the stall owner suddenly broke out in cold sweat, his whole body became weak, and he knelt down without hesitation.
Let the child lift his mask.
The face of a slightly wretched middle-aged man was revealed.
Someone nearby whispered: "Isn't this Zhang Bingkun from the inner sect? It turns out to be him."
"This Zhang Bingkun has always used his status as an inner disciple to bully the outer disciples. Now he has finally received his retribution."
Young children have sharp ears and eyes, and they have already heard these words in their ears.
She sneered: "Zhang Bingkun, right?"
Zhang Bingkun's face turned pale and he asked in a trembling voice: "You, are you a direct disciple?"
"Indeed I am."
Zhang Bingkun's face turned even paler.
"Then you should also understand the identity of the person who can be with me. If I remember correctly, did you call him an unlucky guy just now?"
"No, no..." Zhang Bingkun shook his head hurriedly, "I'm scolding myself. I'm an unlucky guy, a bastard who can't see the truth. Senior sister doesn't remember the faults of villains, treat me like a fart, let it go. "
There was laughter all around.
The child said: "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone. Remember this, there will be no next time. I will keep an eye on you."
"Yes, yes, I don't dare anymore!"
The toddler snorted, let go of him, and pulled Shui Yijun away.
Everyone along the way gave way, and no one dared to solicit business from them.
Just kidding, that's his direct disciple.
Who dares to provoke.
On the way back, Shui Yijun looked at the children from time to time and said with a smile: "Actually, when I'm outside, I especially like to watch young children fighting."
"What's your mentality?" The child looked at him sideways, "Do you like scenes of violence, bloodshed, and injuries?"
"No, of course not." Shui Yijun smiled and shook his head, "I feel that when young children fight, they are full of the beauty of strength and power, which makes people feel energetic."