"No, this can't be!" exclaimed the Grand Butler of the Yang Mansion.

On the way here, he had already learned that the Lord of the Five Thunder Sect had defeated Yun Haotian, the middle martial god of the White Cloud Sect.

Although this news was shocking, it was far away from him, and he had a thought in his heart at that time, hurry to the slaughterhouse in the West Market to get those mermaids back, because the little martial god was already waiting anxiously.

The master has something, the slave does it for him, and he can do it quickly without any discount, this is the quality that a senior slave should have, however, he never expected that the mermaid was intercepted, and the interception was actually Wang Ming of Wuleimen.

At this moment, the face of the Yang Mansion Grand Butler, the frequency and height of most of the muscle twitches, and the relaxation of the sphincter muscles in contrast, all indicated that the Great Butler was terrified beyond measure.

He shouted "impossible", in fact, he already believed in his heart that the young man in front of him was Wang Ming of Wulei Gate.

"Don't kill me!"

"Grandpa Wang, don't kill me!"

"I'm just a fart, kill me and dirty your hands!"

"You are a peerless master of defeating the Martial God, and I am a small person who can't be smaller. ”

"Spare my life, I have an old mother, a child, and a wife and concubine...... Ah, no! Only the old wives are in love with each other!"

......

The two fishmongers who hung upside down were dumbfounded, and the dignified Yang Mansion housekeeper, who usually dragged 2580,000 yuan in front of them, cried and cried like them, and at this moment, their psychology was much more balanced.

Wang Ming frowned and said, "Get out!"

The great steward of the Yang Mansion got the holy decree, got up and really rolled, like a rolling gourd, and the speed was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the servants behind him saw it and ran away with a swarm of bees.

In a flash, Wang Ming moved to kill him, this arrogant, fox and fake tiger housekeeper of Yangfu looked innocent at a glance, but he successfully protected himself with feces and urine, just like a weasel farting in a hurry when his life was in danger.

Wang Ming turned around, and the two fishmongers hanging upside down immediately shouted, begging for mercy many decibels higher than the big butler of Yangfu just now.

Wang Ming's eyes shimmered, affected by the environment, at this moment, some tyrannical thoughts also appeared in his heart, it stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with killing these people.

The two fishmongers were glared at by Wang Ming's eyes, what kind of people are they, the masters with high martial arts cultivation are not as sensitive to murderous aura as they are, and no matter how clever their mouths are on weekdays, they can't say half a word at the moment, so they feel that the muscles of their lower bodies are loose, feces and urine are flowing sideways, and the three souls of the whole person suddenly go to one soul.

That's it!

There were two people lying on the ground, and judging from their profession, the corpses were already hard and cold to the touch.

Two have already been killed, and two more are incidental.

The reason why the big housekeeper of the Yang Mansion didn't kill him was because he gave the Yang Martial God some face, and their lives were like mustard.

Wang Ming's Gang Qi shield was opened, and the heart Dao came to this trick again, which was really a life-saving trick for weak animals.

Not only Wang Ming, but Fang Shiyu and Zhang Xiaju both covered their noses and walked away.

Seeing Fang Shiyu and Zhang Xiaju's actions, Wang Ming understood a little in his heart, it seems that cultivating to a certain level has more and more stringent requirements for the surrounding environment, no wonder the mountain gates of the great sects are all cultivation holy places.

The cultivation of the martial arts has reached the seventh and eighth levels of the martial arts, and the cultivation of the martial arts domain is mainly opened.

And the cultivation of the martial domain, for the abundance and purity of the aura is very high, if the cultivation of the martial domain is not complete, they are generally cultivated in the cultivation holy land; as for the martial gods, inside and outside the town are dirty places for them, if it is not necessary, they are basically "otaku and otaku" who do not go out of the gate.

Like today's life and death battle in the Martial God Temple Arena, it is because the battle level has risen to the level of the Martial God, which is rare in a hundred years, and the martial gods hidden all over Yuezhou have come out to watch.

Wang Ming reflected, although this is good for physical cultivation, but it ignores another level of cultivation, that is, heart refining.

A very important idea in the cultivation civilization of Chinese Taoism is the dual cultivation of life, and the martial arts cultivation in this realm stops at the back of the martial god, there is a ceiling that the human race can see when he looks up, and he can't be crossed, I'm afraid it is related to the fact that the cultivation of the human race in this world pays too much attention to the physical body.

And the Five Thunder Gate wants to develop and grow, from a small five-grade martial arts sect to seven grades, and in the future, it will become a martial arts sect.

Wang Ming frowned at that time and said, "Fang Shiyu, Zhang Xiaju, the two of you go and put these two fishmongers down." ”

The two of them subconsciously dodged, and they didn't touch their hands or do that, and over time, wouldn't they become high? It doesn't matter if they are contaminated with dust, but they are vigilant, and they will wipe it every day.

Fang Shiyu and Zhang Xiaju were stunned when they heard this, and looked at Wang Ming without speaking.

Wang Ming's face showed displeasure and said, "What's the matter?

Zhang Xia's cheeks were slightly red, and she said in her heart that this guy was angry for no reason. Although she is wise, she has not comprehended Wang Ming's spirit this time.

Senior brother has orders, what else can I do, people can fight the martial gods, today it is not an exaggeration to say that he is "in the sky" in front of the people of Quanyuezhou, and it should be majestic.

Fang Shiyu and Zhang Xia raised their noses and put down the two fishmongers.

Both stations were unsteady, kneeling on the ground straightforwardly, and kowtowing incessantly.

"Song Que, give money!"

Song Que immediately stepped forward and stuffed the golden ticket into their arms.

"Don't! Don't! Just treat it as a little filial piety to Grandpa Wang!"

"Yes, there is no way to be filial on weekdays. ”

Song Que felt that there was some truth, and his subordinates hesitated a little, and was glared at by Wang Ming, and quickly stuffed it into the arms of the two fishmongers, and said: "Take it steadily, our Wulei Gate does not say that it is only a martial arts sect now, and it will not be a martial arts sect in the future, and it will not be a matter of buying and selling." ”

Seeing that Song Que immediately comprehended the spirit, Wang Ming nodded and said, "My Wulei Sect established a sect with sincerity, and those who treat each other with sincerity are good friends." At the same time, if I do not offend me, I will not offend, and if anyone offends me, he will return tenfold!"

Song Que wanted to applaud, the boss just had great wisdom and used this little thing to promote his position. Soon, what happened here will be known to the whole of Viet Chau, and the details of what happened in the slaughterhouse in Xishi will be explored by the outside world. What the Five Thunder Gates did was indeed the first to make a disrespectful remark, or to strike back first.

Zhang Xiaju also had to praise Wang Ming's behavior as very reasonable, the news transmission in the market was the fastest, not to mention that since they left the Martial God Palace, their every move was watched by the great families of Yuezhou. Wang Ming's statement is to show the position of Wuleimen. It's not a fuss, it's necessary.