Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 187: Weird God's Punishment Just when the old man with gray hair and boyish face was about to step forward, several martial arts men hiding nearby who had been chased by young people before spoke up. These martial arts people had previously had disputes with young people for unknown reasons. Before a group of old men arrived, they were beaten and fled in embarrassment, leaving their skin and flesh torn. Some of them even had their arms and legs broken. After the elders arrived, the old man with beard took over the young man. Although he was beaten back with a slap, a confrontation later formed. Seeing that the powerful enemy was blocked, a group of seniors with a good reputation in the martial arts came to their side. A few cowards who had been so scared that they almost peed their pants felt emboldened. The confidence they gained from unknown sources rose and they interacted with each other. He was helped to stand up and walked to the side of the elders, and looked at the young people in front of him with provocative eyes. One of them, who had a bad brain, even said directly: "Boy, the beating was so enjoyable just now, why are you timid now and continue to beat me? "Grandpa's reinforcements are here. If you are sensible, please kowtow and admit your mistake. Otherwise, I will remove your arms and legs and hang them on the flagpole to dry for a month." I heard someone provocative and insulting, and I was confronting a group of martial arts people. The young man's forehead had veins popping out, his hands were clenched into fists, and he was trembling and wanted to take action. However, after taking turns to slightly raise and put it down several times, he still resisted and did not take action. He just cast disgusted eyes on these "skinned scum" He took it back and threw it at the leading old man with gray hair and childish face. The old man wanted to get away when the group of gangsters next to him, who looked like people from the martial arts world, but in fact could tell they were just some rogues on the ground, spoke. The martial arts masters they thought of were symbols of the power of the right way, not street gangsters. Even if the young people opposite were at fault, they would not be able to lose face to protect such a lowly and despicable person after they stopped. However, seeing that the young man opposite him could hold back his anger and turn his attention to himself after being viciously insulted, the gray-haired old man became somewhat interested. The old man was thinking: This seemingly irritable young man still has some qualities. A person of this ability can forcibly restrain his anger after being insulted in the face. It seems that he is a teachable talent. From the perspective of the family or sect that raised him, He has some ability. If this person is really like the previous two people, both of whom came from the same place with the surname Peng, then it is imperative to search for the Peng family. Moreover, the gray-haired old man thought about a deeper level. Is there something wrong with this reclusive family? It has never been heard of for thousands of years, but as soon as it appears, it pops up one after another to disturb the martial arts world. In this case, there is either an internal problem within the other party or it is lost. Important objects and key people are missing, and then arrange for the younger generation to go out and search for them. If this is the case, they, the old martial arts veterans, are willing to help. After all, the other party is most likely a famous martial arts master who has lived in seclusion for various reasons. If we can establish contact with them, whether it is to contribute to the stability of the martial arts in the future, It is very necessary to work hard, or to learn from each other to gain some knowledge. The white-haired old man raised his hand and stroked the white beard on his chest as he pondered. His serious face faded away and replaced with a smile filled with approval. Just when he was about to think of words to ask, someone not far behind him A few scoundrels spoke again, and some filthy words reached the old man's ears even more than the previous insults: "Why, if you are still not convinced, I will tell you that even if you beg for mercy today, I will not let you go. It's not just you. , we will also kill your family to find out which cesspit raised you, an uneducated bastard, and we will break down your mountain gate, dig out the bones of your ancestors, pour a few ladles of excrement water on them, and let them taste it too. Try something new. Oh, let’s get it right. Could it be that a prostitute seduced a prostitute and then raised you together? If you dare to interfere in the uncle’s business, you were scolded correctly yesterday. You are just a person who has no one to support you. As soon as a few vicious curses like "You bitch" reached the ears of the martial arts elders, they knew something was going to happen. Sure enough, the young man who clenched his fists and suppressed his anger heard the thugs spitting feces from their mouths and humiliating their ancestors. He could no longer suppress the anger in his chest. He shouted loudly and used all his strength to strike out with a palm. An illusion vaguely visible in the daylight avoided the white-haired old man and passed by the martial arts elder. With endless anger, mixed with the roaring wind, it pressed against several people like the world was overturned and panic was replacing them. The vicious scoundrels turned these scum into scum in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the shops and houses behind the few rogues, as well as the innocent people hiding in them, were swept away and turned into ruins by the palms of the angry young people who used all their strength. After the wind stopped, large amounts of blood slowly flowed out from between the broken walls and gathered into a pool in a low-lying place on the street. The dramatic changes in the blink of an eye shocked everyone, and the streets of the bustling town were silent for a while. The martial arts elders were shocked by the drastic change. In fact, before the drastic change, they all had the same thoughts as the gray-haired old man: this young man can still be saved, and with a little guidance, he can be cultivated to become the backbone of the future martial arts world. But a drastic change occurred in an instant. The lives of seven or eight thugs and at least a dozen innocent people left them speechless even if they wanted to say something. Let's just say it was an honest mistake. Let's talk about killing people in the street, that's true. No matter how you think about it, it is a confusing account, and as witnesses and unofficial handlers, this group of old people really have something to say and are extremely entangled. The young man seemed stunned by the human body fragments thrown in front of him and the pool of blood. He looked down at his palms with a dull expression, his eyes full of panic and confusion. Several emotions merged together to form silence, making the young man's eyes focused on his palms. There was some movement nearby because of the drastic change just now. Whether it was intentional or not, after all, ten or twenty lives disappeared in front of your eyes and turned into powder. It is right to call this killing a demon. When faced with such a "murderous devil", it is natural for ordinary people to huddle in their hiding places like quails and not dare to make any sound. The sun was shining brightly just after noon, but the hearts of everyone under the scorching sun on the streets of the town felt cold. A chill that went straight to the bones rose from the soles of everyone's feet, went straight to the top of the head, and then curved back to the heart, soaking a beating heart with ice coldness.