Chapter 317 It doesn't matter if you don't know etiquette, I can teach you!
Shi Mozong is located on the largest mountain range outside the region, the Pan Snake Mountains.
Since the establishment of the Seven Meridians of the Demonic Path, the Shimo Sect has held the top spot in the Seven Meridians of the Demonic Path most of the time.
Its background is so profound and its strength is so tyrannical that even the strongest three religions among the three religions and six sects in the Central Plains are afraid of three points.
Until the last few decades, Su Luanfeng became the leader of the Butian Sect, leading the Butian Sect to rise strongly, and she herself became one of the five most powerful people in the world, especially the youngest among the five most powerful people. Shi Mozong felt the surging pressure from Butian Sect.
However, even today, Shi Mozong is still recognized as the leader of the seven veins.
Ning Que and Su Luanfeng came to the Shimo Sect together. He looked down and immediately found that there were thousands of buildings and palaces on the Pan Snake Mountain Range, and there were bustling long streets criss-crossing in the mountains. The medicine field is continuous...
This is an independent kingdom, which is almost the same as that of Butian Sect, only more prosperous.
A maid of the Shimo Sect brought the two of them to the main hall of the Shimo Sect, the "Shimo Hall".
When entering the Hall of Beginning Demons, there were already five figures sitting on the seats.
At this time, another old man in Chinese clothes with a fierce temperament and five bloodstains on his face came over.
"Welcome Master Su, your position is here."
The old man in Chinese clothes brought Su Luanfeng to a seat on the right side of a hall near the first seat at the front end of the hall and sat down.
From the beginning to the end, the old man in Chinese clothes didn't take a second look at Ning Que.
After arranging Su Luanfeng to sit down, the old man in Chinese clothes stood on the side of the first seat, ignoring Ning Que at all, as if he couldn't see Ning Que, or that he didn't see Ning Que at all.
Sitting on the head seat, Lu Wanjun, the lord of Shimo Sect, was also silent, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the arrangement of the old man in fine clothes.
"interesting!"
The lord of the Palace of Eternal Hate, Ding Wanchou, the lord of the Red Blood Sect, Di Wuhui, the lord of the Wandu Sect, Shen Weiwo, and the lord of the Palace of White Bones, Deng Jiuyou, all showed a hint of mockery on their faces when they saw this scene.
They all wanted to see how Ning Que, the suzerain of one of the newly promoted seven veins, would deal with this situation.
Especially Di Wuhui, the patriarch of the Red Blood Sect, showed a sneer.
In the battle for the position of the Seven Meridians, Ning Que could be said to be "grabbing food from the mouth of a tiger". He directly subdued the Yin-Yang Sect supported by their Red Blood Sect, and even killed four of their Yin-Yang Sect's half-step broken level one after another. Supreme Elder.
Not only made their Red Blood Sect lose face, but also caused their Red Blood Sect to suffer heavy losses.
Now he can see Ning Que make a fool of himself, of course he is very happy.
After Su Luanfeng sat down, she couldn't help frowning when she saw that the old man in Chinese clothes didn't arrange a seat for Ning Que.
Ning Que is the leader of the Star Sucking Demon Sect, one of the seven veins of the majestic way of magic, and this meeting is a meeting where the seven sect masters of the seven veins discuss major issues together, but the old man in Chinese clothes refuses to arrange a place for Ning Que, which is undoubtedly too much up.
Obviously, Shi Mozong is still brooding over the fact that the Star-absorbing Demon Sect defeated the Tianyin Sect they strongly supported and was promoted to one of the Seven Meridians.
Therefore, this purpose made Ning Que look ugly, and wanted to show Ning Que off.
Su Luanfeng's brows quickly spread, and there was a weird smile on his face.
If she didn't know Ning Que's true strength, she might help Ning Que at this time.
But not long ago, she already knew that Ning Que had not only been promoted to the Shattered Realm, but had also condensed the Blood Dragon, becoming the sixth strongest person in the world, so she wouldn't have to meddle in her business.
Shi Mozong wanted to give Ning Que a blow, but he might have kicked the iron plate.
Ning Que looked around, but when he didn't see an empty seat, his expression turned slightly cold.
He is not a fool, so he can naturally see that the old man in Chinese clothes and Shi Mozong are targeting him.
"Hey, is this the Shi Mozong who is the head of the seven veins? It's really disappointing!"
Ning Que suddenly sighed, looking very disappointed.
Sitting on the head seat Lu Wanjun raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and looked at Ning Que coldly.
"Presumptuous! Ning Que, do you know what you're talking about?"
The old man's face turned cold, and he shouted coldly with a murderous look.
"I said, you are not deaf, didn't you hear what I said?"
"How courageous, a mere half-step broken warrior, dare to speak to this old man?"
The old man in Chinese clothes roared angrily, and suddenly burst out the aura of a broken-level powerhouse, as if he wanted to crush Ning Que to pieces.
He looked at Ning Que with a sneer, and said contemptuously, "Old Fu Luo Shenzhou is the Second Elder of the Shimo Sect. I know you are dissatisfied with the old man for not giving you a seat... But, all the sect masters present are all Broken-level powerhouse, just you, a half-step broken-level warrior, what qualifications do you have to be equal to the sect masters?
Even if the old man is a broken-level powerhouse, he still has to stand. It is already a great gift that you can stand here with this old man. If you were not the sect master of one of the seven veins, you would not even be qualified to stand here today. "
"Brother Luo is right! A mere half-step broken warrior, even if he becomes the sect master of one of the seven veins, he is only crowned with a monkey. How can he be qualified to sit on an equal footing with us?"
The lord of the Red Blood Sect, Di Wuhui, echoed loudly.
Ning Que glanced at Yi Di Wuhui indifferently, ignored it, and shifted his eyes to the old man in fine clothes again.
"You have the guts to say that you are the Second Supreme Elder of the Shimozong. Aren't you afraid of embarrassing the Shimozong? Although you are old, you don't have much education and don't know etiquette! But it doesn't matter. If you don't know etiquette, I can teach you you!"
After finishing speaking, Ning Que's figure suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of the old man in Chinese clothes like a ghost, and grabbed the old man's head with one hand.
"Presumptuous, how dare you attack this old man?"
The old man in Chinese clothes never imagined that Ning Que, a mere "half-step broken warrior", would dare to attack him, a real broken warrior, and he couldn't help being shocked and angry.
The lord of the Palace of Everlasting Hate Ding Wanchou, the lord of the Scarlet Blood Sect Di Wuhui, the lord of the Wandu Sect Shen Weiwo, the lord of the Palace of White Bones Deng Jiuyou and others were also shocked. They didn't expect Ning Que to react so strongly.
Regardless of the situation of "weak self and strong enemy", he brazenly attacked the old man in Chinese clothes.
They sneered in their hearts, they all regarded Ning Que as a reckless man, this is courting death!
If they were faced with the same situation, they would definitely choose to "keep things quiet" and bow their heads when it's time to bow their heads. Although they are a little aggrieved, don't they know that living is the most important thing?
"You delivered it yourself, so don't blame the old man for being cruel."
After the old man in Chinese clothes was shocked and angry, there was a gleam of joy in his heart. Although he hated Ning Que for ruining their plan of the Demon Sect and was very unhappy with Ning Que, after all Ning Que was the controller of one of the seven veins of the Demon Dao. For no particular reason, it was not easy for him to attack Ning Que.
But now that Ning Que is sending himself to die, no wonder he abolished Ning Que.
The right hand of the old man in Chinese clothes surged with demon energy, and he grabbed Ning Que's protruding hand viciously, planning to destroy Ning Que's hand directly.
However, when his palm approached Ning Que's lightning-like hand, he immediately felt a lightning strike, and a burst of pain spread from his hand to his body, and his internal organs seemed to be in an instant. Shattered, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, his head was held tightly by one, and then his whole body was brought to the middle of the hall.
The head of the old man in Chinese clothes was forcibly pressed to the ground by Ning Que's right hand, and he "kowtowed" to Ning Que.
With a bang, the head of the old man in Chinese clothes hit a huge pit in the hall, and a large number of cracks spread from around the huge pit like spider webs.
"If you don't know etiquette, I will teach you how to treat others with courtesy!"
Ning Que's eyes were cold. He didn't work hard to become stronger because of patience. Since this person dared to humiliate him, he wouldn't be polite. His right hand held down the head of the old man in Chinese clothes, and kept hitting the ground hard.
once!
Twice!
Three times!
…
The sound of bang bang resounded continuously in the hall, and the whole hall was constantly shaking. It can be said that the old man in Chinese clothes "kowtowed" so hard that his head was covered with blood.
"This... this is impossible, how could he be so strong!"
The old man in Chinese clothes roared in his heart. He mobilized all his strength and tried hard to control his body, but found that his whole body was imprisoned by a terrifying force. At this moment, he became a puppet in Ning Que's hands. If you want him to kowtow, he must kowtow.
In the main hall, Ding Wanchou, the lord of the Palace of Everlasting Hate, Di Wuhui, the lord of the Scarlet Blood Sect, Shen Weiwo, the lord of the Wandu Sect, and Deng Jiuyou, the lord of the White Bone Palace, were all stunned.
What the **** is this?
Is this acting?
Luo Chenzhou, an old man in Chinese clothes, is a real broken-level strong man...how could he be so weak that he didn't even have the power to resist when facing a half-step broken-level warrior.
"enough!"
Sitting on the head seat, Lu Wanjun, the lord of Shimo Sect, couldn't sit still anymore, and let out an angry shout from his throat with a livid face.
(end of this chapter)