C19 (2/2)

At this time, a tender voice shouted loudly: ”Humph! What martial arts path! If he had truly killed a good person, how could he dare call himself a martial arts expert? Was he not a threat? It's as if the person who killed him by mistake is different from a vile person! ”

As everyone watched, the speaker was a slovenly young Daoist boy. Next to him stood an old Daoist boy, who frantically tried to cover up the young Daoist boy's mouth. At least a hundred pairs of eyes were staring at him. The little Daoist boy, on the other hand, was fearless as he coldly looked at the crowd.

Before Wang Jian could open his mouth to teach him a lesson, someone else in the audience said, ”Little child, how could you know how dangerous the martial arts are? Good people and bad people, how can you say it so clearly with a single sentence? ” Everyone saw that the speaker was a middle-aged man with a scimitar in his hand. The scimitar had half a crescent moon on its blade.

Some of the more knowledgeable people in the crowd knew that this person was from the Cold Moon Sect of Xi Shu.

Although this sect was far away in the Western Prefecture, its people were spread all over the Central Plains. They were all used to using scimitars, and their ways of doing things were extremely eccentric. They were all different. Thus, there were not many people in the Martial Forest who were willing to associate themselves with him. Thus, it was unclear who he was from the Cold Moon Sect.

The man continued, ”It's useless to be hot-blooded and incapable in the end. ”They wronged the good, yet they let the bad people go. If they aren't the same kind of people, then what are they?”

The one who spoke was Liu'er, he had seen Wang Mu act so rudely that day, and now he saw Wang Jian act so oppressively, causing his Qi and blood to boil up. He struggled to get away from the Daoist man and said seriously, ”He is still stronger than a man with a vicious heart, even if he has skills. [I don't have much ability. Although I am useless in this world, I won't wrongly accuse a good man!] Those who think themselves capable of doing heinous crimes all the time are inferior to beasts, so they are naturally the bad guys! ”

Liu'er's words were completely based on the current situation and her feelings. The man listened but thought he was talking about him. How could he bear being humiliated by a little child? He jumped out of the crowd and said angrily, ”Little child, what ability do you have? ”To dare to teach me such a lesson, I, Leng Ying, truly want to experience it.”

When the crowd heard him address himself as ”I Leng”, they knew that this person was Leng Yue Sect's Leng Xiao, who was also known as the ”Human Face Demon”.

It was said that this person was only second to Sect Head Leng in terms of his sabresmanship. His family name was not 'Leng', but rather, it was Leng Yue's sabresmanship that had killed his own father and made him beg for mercy, tricking Sect Master Leng into saying that he was being chased by bandits. Seeing that he was feeling pity for him, Sect Head Leng accepted him and eventually adopted him as his foster father.

This person was vicious and merciless. He had looked down on everyone in his early years and had looked everywhere for people to sign a written challenge to spar with him. Although it was a spar between martial arts techniques, most people in the martial arts world did not have time to defend. Most of the people that were injured by him had their arms and legs broken and became handicapped.

This person did something behind his back, which was how the nickname ”Human Face Ghost” came about.

Everyone looked at the little Daoist boy again. He seemed to be a slovenly boy who begged for food. The old Daoist next to him was also emaciated, seemingly without any skill. He was thinking in his heart that this little Daoist had met a fiend today.

Leng Xiao walked to the corner where Liu'er stood, and everyone moved out of the way. No one dared to stop her.

These people had been in the martial arts world for most of their lives. They had already understood that they would rather offend a gentleman than a vile character.

Leng Ning held the scimitar horizontally and pointed at Liu'er, ”Please.” The Daoist hurriedly smiled apologetically, ”Don't lower yourself to the same level as this kid. He's just a kid, he doesn't know how to talk. Don't blame me. ”Since a hero has the ability of a human, he should have the stomach of a human. Please spare him.”

Liu'er's expression did not change as she said in a serious tone: ”I am a child indeed, but I do know how to speak! I think I'm right about what I said. If a blade is placed on your neck, change your words and admit your wrongs. It is not a man's doing! ”