The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

The young man who spoke fiercely was a cultivator who embarked on the path of cultivation by chance. Like most passionate men in the martial arts world, he always carried the black iron sword he bought at a low price from the market.

While putting on a show, he also dreamed of becoming a knight and traveling around the world with a sword.

But now the Zhengmeng that I long for would actually do such a fraudulent thing.

And he just happened to be deceived?

How could he swallow this?

"Swish--" the young man drew out the long sword in his hand.

"Who do you think I came for?"

His eyes were sharp and his aura was overwhelming. He pointed his sword at the old man with a horrified expression and said righteously:

"Money is a small matter. If you lose it, you can earn it again. But once faith collapses, it is difficult to stand up again!"

"I've always thought that the Righteous Alliance is a blessing for us common people, but you..."

"You have failed me in vain, and you have also failed the thousands of people who have silently supported you!"

"Oh, why don't you understand?"

The old man also became excited:

"How many times have I told you this? Your wages have been paid. If you have any questions, please consult your consul! Why not ask him to confront you face to face?"

"Bullshit!" the young man shouted. "Consul Mo took care of our food and shelter. We'll never forget this kindness. Stop your sweet talk and confusing right and wrong!"

"Wei Zhou! Put down the sword!"

My companions cheered loudly.

"You're still speaking for him now... Qi Chuan, don't forget who brought you here and who gave you your first bite of food."

Wei Zhou sneered, holding his sword. "Fortunately, I was careful today and asked the other brothers. Everyone else has two gold treasures, but we only have one."

"Tell me, if this isn't making things difficult for you, what is it?"

He pointed his sword forward, scaring the old man so much that he stepped back and clung to the shelf.

Qi Chuan frowned immediately.

Seeing that more and more people were watching around.

Qi Chuan was afraid that the situation would be difficult to resolve, and was about to continue trying to persuade him.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from behind, like thunder exploding in my ears.

"What are you arguing about? You dare to cause trouble in the Righteous Alliance? I think you are tired of living!"

Everyone turned their heads away at the same time.

Looking at the pretty woman with a gloomy face and fierce eyes as sharp as a sickle, who was slowly walking towards him.

Seeing that it was Murong Qiuhe, the old man was instantly delighted, "Ms. Murong, you came at the perfect time."

The old man immediately left the counter, leaned forward with his tired back hunched, and complained:

"I don't know how many times I've explained this to these two young men, but they just won't listen. They insist that I embezzled their money."

"I, Old Yao, have been in charge of the accounting department for so many years, but this is the first time I have received such injustice."

"You must make the decision for me!"

Murong Qiuhe has a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, giving people a very good first impression.

Even Wei Zhou, who was angry, couldn't help but put down his sword, and his hostility gradually subsided.

But he still had a serious expression and raised his head and said, "Are you the one in charge?"

"Wei Zhou, this person is not simple."

Qi Chuan whispered a reminder. The two of them were able to embark on the path of cultivation, which was completely due to bad luck.

But Wei Zhou believed that he was a child of destiny, and he paraded through the city every day with a rusty black iron sword on his back, fearing that others would not know that he was a high-ranking monk.

Only Qi Chuan knows.

Even if they were lucky enough to learn some unconventional skills, in front of orthodox monks, they were still as weak as ants that could be easily stepped on to death with just a slight move of the feet.

Even a glance from the other party could kill them.

"How strong can you be?"

Wei Zhou, with a look of disdain on his face, rushed to the counter and shouted at Murong Qiuhe, who was flipping through the account book:

"Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you make a mistake, you must admit it. If you get beaten, you must stand at attention!"

"Those guys are afraid of your size and strength, but I'm not afraid."

Wei Zhou found an angle that he thought looked handsome, then stood sideways with his sword raised horizontally, and said with high spirits:

"Today, I have chosen you to seek...true justice for my oppressed colleagues!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wei Zhou's lips curled up slightly.

Not only do I feel good about myself, but I even have a sense of life that I am the only one sober while everyone else is drunk.

At this moment, he is under the eternal sky.

The undisputed number one in martial arts!

"This kid is somewhat similar to the fourth brother."

Gu Junming's eyes showed admiration.

But soon he shook his head regretfully, "It's just that his brain is even worse than the fourth brother's."

"I suspect you are insulting Senior Brother Gu, and you have a reason."

Wen Zixi is tall and graceful, with a sweet smile.

Xiao Jianxin's gaze was fixed on Murong Qiuhe, with anticipation and curiosity flashing in his eyes.

I want to see how Murong Qiuhe will reasonably and logically restore the reputation of the Zhengmeng next.

Appropriate force can make the problem surface on its own, but how much force should be used?

What is considered appropriate?

However, the next second, Xiao Jianxin understood.

Snapped--

A clear slap sounded.

The onlookers opened their eyes wide, watching the scene unfolding in disbelief.

Wei Zhou turned his face hesitantly, leaving a clear red palm print on it.

His head was dazed, and he forgot his anger for a moment. He said in a daze: "You, you dare to hit me?"

"What a joke! You've come to my house and caused trouble, and I should politely invite you to sit down and have tea?"

Murong Qiuhe's expression became increasingly cold.

Wei Zhou opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly became angry, not caring about his own identity.

He immediately raised his hand to hit back.

"Wei Zhou, no!" Qi Chuan hurriedly reminded him, but it was too late.

thump--

No one expected that Murong would move so swiftly and kick Wei Zhou to the ground with one kick.

"You! Asshole... cough..."

Murong Qiuhe didn't leave Wei Zhou any chance and stepped hard on the chest again.

Seeing the situation, Qi Chuan wanted to step forward to help.

But when he met Murong Qiuhe's vicious look, he was so frightened that he dared not move.

throughout the process.

Murong Qiuhe did not use a single bit of spiritual power, and relied entirely on her daughter's body to beat Wei Zhou unilaterally.

The decisiveness of his action.

She has quite the demeanor of a heroic woman.

"Come on, give me another try." Murong was heroic, and his brows were full of disdain for Wei Zhou:

"If you still don't behave, I don't mind making you suffer a little more... You don't want to be thrown out of here like a stray dog, do you?"

"Don't go too far!" Wei Zhou was furious, but what greeted him was an even louder slap.

This not only woke up Wei Zhou, but also woke up everyone who was standing there in a daze.

Xiao Jianxin's body leaned forward slightly.

He planned to step forward to stop it, but before he took half a step, a hand blocked his way.

He couldn't help but frown.

He turned his head and looked at Gu Junming, who looked calm and composed.

"If you don't trust Miss Murong, you can go forward without any hesitation."