Chapter 121 Arrogant and Domineering Young Master

"Meet the hall master."

Hou San asked a few people to wait outside. He went in first and saluted an old man who looked to be in his 60s or 70s.

The old man hummed lightly, opened his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Returning to the hall master, Xiao plans to introduce a few people to join the teaching, and ask the hall master for permission."

Hou San was respectful, without the slightest arrogance he had when he was in the city.

"Bring it in."

The old man said: "The more believers there are, the stronger the divine power that my lord can come to this world will be. If you can turn all the people of Qingyang City into my lord's believers, you will definitely receive greater praise."

When Hou San heard the words, a frenzy flashed in his eyes.

He was able to go from a street gangster to a high-ranking monk in one fell swoop, thanks to the gift of the devil, so of course he hoped that the strength of the devil would be stronger.

He got up and went outside, beckoning Qin Feng and others to come in with him.

As soon as Qin Feng and the others entered the hall, they suddenly felt nervous, and it seemed that something unpredictable was staring at them.

But this feeling is very weak, weak to the point that it is almost negligible.

However, as disciples of the Imperial Beast Sect, their spiritual consciousness is far beyond that of ordinary monks, so they can keenly perceive that the feeling comes from the hideous and terrifying statue of the devil in front of them.

They probed their divine senses and found that the Demon God statue was carved from ordinary stones. There was nothing unusual about it on the surface, but there was a faint aura between the eyebrows of the statue that made them feel uneasy.

They understand that there must be a ray of the devil's spiritual sense in this statue, but this ray of spiritual sense is not strong, and it is in a state of slumber, otherwise they will not allow their spiritual sense to penetrate into their own. The statue hasn't responded yet.

After figuring out the essence of the Demon God statue, a few people breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a Demon God clone.

They took back their divine sense without disturbing the divine sense in the statue of the gods and demons. This kind of existence is not something they can handle.

Several people turned their eyes to the old man again, with strange colors in their eyes.

This old man looked like he was old and frail, but his aura was very powerful, and it seemed that his aura was no weaker than that of the monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

There were two people behind him, one was an old woman about his age, and the other was a child about eight or nine years old who was sleeping soundly in the old woman's arms.

The boy had a big head and a small body, bald eyebrows and a flat nose, and an ugly appearance. When he slept, he didn't know if he dreamed of eating, and his saliva was drooling.

However, the aura on the child and the old woman was actually very strong, not much weaker than that of the old man.

Unexpectedly, in this small manor, there are actually three magic cultivators with foundation-building cultivation.

"What are you looking at, don't kneel down quickly."

When Hou San saw them coming in, he looked around, and hurriedly scolded, "You must be respectful, and you must not have any disrespect in your heart. Later, you will follow the hall master to recite the oath of worshiping the devil, and you must not miss a word, or if Don't blame me for not reminding you of being punished by the devil."

"Demon Punishment?"

Ma Xingkong looked at this guy with a half-smile.

Hou San frowned, feeling that this guy was a little weird.

But then I thought that this guy was brought by me after all, and will be my subordinate in the future, and this is not the place where he got angry, so he said angrily: "You can do what you want, just ask so many questions. what?

Do you still want to become a monk? If you don't, I don't mind sacrificing you to the devil. "

"Sacrifice me to the devil? Hehe..."

Ma Xingkong didn't know where to find a folding fan, and he opened it with a swipe. After fanning it twice, he sneered: "You are also worthy!"

"you……"

When Hou San saw this, he was furious. He never imagined that the people he brought with him would dare to be so arrogant here.

"Okay, Lord Hou, I kindly show you a clear path, you don't want to go, since you have to court death, then I will fulfill you."

As he spoke, Hou San's body soared, took two steps forward, raised his hand and grabbed Ma Xingkong's neck.

He wants to unscrew this kid's head with his own hands, just like he unscrewed the head of the tiger boss who had bullied him.

Since sacrificing the Demon God to gain incomparably powerful power, he has advertised himself as a cultivator who is aloof, how can he be regarded as an ordinary mortal.

However, his hand had just been stretched out halfway when he saw Ma Xingkong slap him.

"Snapped……"

A loud slap hit Hou San's face.

Hou San screamed in agony, turned his body three times in situ, and spewed out several big teeth from his mouth. Then he slammed into the pillar next to him and fell to the ground.

"Um?"

Seeing this change, the rest of the Demon Cultists in the hall were shocked.

Even the old man had a look of surprise on his face, looking up at Ma Xingkong.

At this time, the child who was sleeping soundly was awakened by a clear slap.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked left and right blankly, paying no attention to Hou San, who was lying on the ground groaning and screaming. Instead, his small eyes lit up when he saw Wen Qinger.

"Grandpa, grandpa, I want her to be my daughter-in-law."

The child hurriedly pulled the old man's sleeve and said coquettishly.

"Okay, my good grandson has grown up and actually wants a daughter-in-law, so let her be your little daughter-in-law."

The old man patted his grandson's head dotingly, and agreed.

Hearing this, the old woman looked Wen Qinger up and down with critical eyes, nodded and said, "She looks so handsome, she is barely worthy of my dog, but her butt is too small, I don't know if I can do it in the future. nurture."

These words made Wen Qinger roll her eyes angrily.

Before the little girl could get angry, Ma Xingkong stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked Hou San.

"You bastard, you look like this crooked melon, and you dare to mock me, young master, you really don't know whether to live or die."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and the more force he stepped on, Hou San, who was kicked, cried out in pain.

"Even the woman I liked, Master, dared to make up his mind, did you kid eat the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard?

I also want you to pour Ye Xiang, Master, so I will type out your Ye Xiang. "

Saying that, he stomped on Hou San's stomach with a ruthless foot, so that Hou San almost vomited out his bile.

In the back, Wen Qinger looked at Ma Xingkong with disgust on her face, and said to Qin Xi and An Ruhui, "Senior sister, that guy is disgusting, or let's get rid of him later and stop staying with him."

"Uh……"

Ma Xingkong froze, stopped quickly, and said with a smile: "That's what I said, how could it be possible to do such a disgusting thing."

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man frowned and asked, "You dare to make trouble in front of the statue of my lord, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Old man, stop pretending there."

Ma Dashao was kind to the little girl, but he didn't have a good face for this old bangzi: "You dare to believe in the devil on the territory of my beast-fighting sect, you are really daring, what's the matter, you are still doing something to the young master?

Hmph, just like you guys, who think you have powers that don't belong to you, do you really think of yourself as a cultivator?

Even if you go together, the young master will not take you in his eyes. "

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