On this platform, many scholars looked up and looked in the same direction. They saw an elderly man pulling a wooden ox cart there. The ox cart made a creaking sound and walked towards this side.

The ox cart was slow and slow. The driver was a thin old man, dressed in gray, wrinkles on his face and wrinkles on his hands.

In the carriage, I think it is a saint disciple.

The scholars on the scene looked up and watched, and in their eyes they were both worshipping. Someone heard someone discussing: "The Holy Master is so simple, the old cow is broken and he is reluctant to buy a new car, and even feels extravagant when riding in the mountain chase."

"We are so extravagant compared to him. Although the Holy Lord used a shabby thing, his temperament and temperament made me feel ashamed."

"I heard that the saint is more frugal and still eats leftovers. Look at this ox cart..."

...

The fox scratched his head and said in confusion: "Why do saints disciples make ox carts? Why can't they get off and walk? Aren't the cow tired? This car is too broken. It's harder to pull such a broken cart. It's harder to go up the high slope than a new car, and it's even more difficult to go down the steep slope! Why no one feels sorry for the old cow?"

For a moment, the platform was silent, and his eyes looked at Hu Buping.

Hu Buping was startled and hurriedly said, "If you don't have to ride a ox cart if you don't ride a rush, why do you have to ride an old ox to death? It's enough to ride a ox cart? Isn't it right?"

Huahu, Qingqiuyue and Li Xiaofan complained secretly. Hu Buping is just a straightforward person who says anything. In the past, when Su Yun's eyes were not healed, they were always worried that the little fox would say something, so they would block his mouth every time.

After Su Yun's eyes were healed, they relaxed their vigilance. Unexpectedly, Shuofang City was still stabbed by a fox's uneven mouth.

The ox cart driver also looked at him. Su Yun took a step forward, blocked the old cart driver's gaze, and said lightly: "Don't blame me, saint disciple, I am a child with a yellow mouth. I have no restraint. Please forgive me."

At this time, the carriage opened from the inside, and a young man in white robe walked out of the carriage and said, "How could he blame him? This was originally my fault. Uncle Zhou is my neighbor, living next door. When he heard that I was going to take the big exam, he got up at night and wanted to send me with a ox cart. I was also confused and couldn't bear to refuse the old man, so I got on the car. But I didn't want to be tired of the old man, let alone the old man."

He straightened his waist, his flawless face made the girl present hold his breath, his mind was blank, and his ears were all his heartbeat.

Even a man cannot feel jealous of him, but instead he is peaceful inside.

The man in white, snowy clothes came to the old cow pulling the cart, gently stroked the cow's head, kissed the cow's forehead, and even swallowed: "You are tired."

The old bull knelt down in front of his knees and actually shed tears at him.

The scholars around him were inexplicably moved, and a girl burst into tears and said, "The cow has shed tears, she has shed tears for the mercy of the Holy Young Master!"

She suddenly shivered with anger again, and turned her head to accuse Hu Buping: "Even beasts like Niu know how to cry, know how to be grateful, know how to sympathize with, you are not even as good as beasts!"

Suddenly, there were loud accusations around him, all accusing the fox of injustice and praising the mercy of the Holy Young Master.

Hu Buping was stunned and wanted to defend himself, but his voice was not loud enough for those people, and no one listened to him at all.

At this time, the man in white stood up and shook his head and said, "Please don't blame him, he is young after all."

"The Holy Young Master is so kind!" Someone praised his virtue loudly.

There were another shout of praise around.

Hu Buping was confused. He looked at these people in an unreasonable state and felt a little panicked. He pulled Su Yun's clothes and said in a crying voice: "Brother Xiaoyun, am I really wrong? The city is so scary. Let's go back to the countryside..."

"You're not wrong, we don't have to go back."

Su Yun's voice came, his tone was calm, and he said, "The truth-teller was squeezed back, and those who seek fame and reputation were prosperous. There is no such reason in the world."

Hua Hu frowned slightly. He heard strong anger from Su Yun's tone, and he didn't understand where Su Yun's anger came from.

He raised his head and saw that Su Yun was still standing in front of the fox, facing the direction of the worn-out ox cart, motionless.

Hua Hu was stunned and saw that Su Yun's eyes were snow-white, all with white eyes and no black pupils!

Hua Hu was shocked and immediately knew that someone was pressing Su Yun with his extremely powerful qi and blood, causing the qi and blood in his eyes to flow back!

This led to the recurrence of Su Yun's "eye disease" and turned into a blind man!

But this is not aimed at Su Yun, but at Hu injustice!

When Hu Buping told the truth, someone launched an attack on Hu Buping with blood and suppression. Su Yun noticed this, so he stood in front of Hu Buping!

He got off the car from the Holy Master in White and kept blocking him here, which shows that the blood pressure on the fox is always there!

Su Yun’s anger comes from this.

The person who attacked the attack had been under pressure for so long was to force the qi and blood from Hu Buping's brain out of his brain and turn him into an idiot!

Hu Buping just told the truth. Is there such a big sin?

The flower fox looked opposite Su Yun. The Saint Prince in White was no longer there. There was only Zhou Bo who was driving there, who was old and looked like an ordinary country old man.

"The Holy Young Master's neighbor is probably a spiritual sage, and he is a master among spiritual sages, otherwise it would be impossible to suppress Xiaoyun!"

The flower fox was frightened and remembered the words of the roe owl in Linyi Village: "People in the city eat people and don't spit bones!"

Zhou Bo drove the ox cart and left slowly, and Su Yun's pupils gradually appeared and gradually recovered.

Huahu said worriedly: "Xiaoyun, you..."

"It's all right."

Su Yun waved his hand, his eyes fell on the white-clothed saint, and whispered: "This person, his reputation is his life! If he touches his reputation, he dares to take your life! This is the case with the saint's disciple, so what about the saint?"

He was a little scared, and he felt more angry.

If he hadn't been in front of Hu Buping just now, Hu Buping's brain has been in ischemia during this period, and he would definitely have brain death. Even if he doesn't die, he would have become an idiot!

"The reputation of the saint disciple..." Su Yun snorted, took a step forward, and walked towards the Saint Prince in White.

"Xiaoyun!"

Huahu saw his intentions, hurriedly grabbed his hand and whispered: "That is a saint's disciple! The saint is powerful in Shuofang City, and the saint's son is loved by the scholars. If you touch him, the crowd will be angry. These scholars will beat you to death!"

Su Yun's palm swam like a dragon, took off from his palm, and walked straight towards the Saint Young Master in White: "Second brother, I am not an old man with a deep breath, why do you have to do so many plans? When did the boy in Tianshiyuan be afraid of these? I can't move, but I just want to move!"

"You!" Hua Hu gritted his teeth.

The girl with ponytails flashed her big eyes, looked at the short doll curiously, and said, "Second brother..."

She felt a little embarrassed and said, "I saw that they all called you second brother, so I should call you second brother too. Second brother, what was that Xiaoyun going to do just now? Are you so angry?"

Hua Hu said angrily: "He is going to hit someone!"

"Who are you hit?" the girl with two ponytails asked excitedly, looking at Su Yun.

The crowd surrounded the young master in white, with excited faces and complimentary voices everywhere. Many scholars were proud to be able to see him and to say a word to him.

The saints in white all smiled and looked at each other, patient and without any displeasure.

Su Yun pushed away the crowd and walked straight to the white-clothed Holy Young Master, rolling up his sleeves.

The Saint Young Master in White was stunned and said with a smile: "Brother?"

Bang!

Su Yun's fist fell hard on his left face, and his power burst out. The first move of the Ape Master, the White Ape Hanging Tree!

The body of the Saint Young Master in white seemed to be pulled out of the crowd by a diagonal force, and flew backwards. He turned around in the air for more than ten weeks before he fell to the ground.

Su Yun withdrew his fist and suddenly squatted in the shocked crowd of scholars, jumping into the air.

The next moment, he landed in front of the Saint Young Master in white, and made a loud thud when his feet landed on the ground.

The young master in white had a crooked neck, and he staggered his hands and got up. The moment he just stood firm, Su Yun had raised his knee and hit his lower abdomen.

The dragon roared, and the dragon's free moves from the abyss were used by him as a weapon to display his power that was extremely strong and domineering.

"you……"

The Holy Young Master in White was furious and was about to urge his blood to counterattack, but suddenly his legs became weak, he knelt on the ground, supported his hands, vomited, and was in a mess, no longer had the image of the Young Master in White, who was as good as Xue.

"Sage disciple, but that's it."

Su Yun turned around and saw hundreds of scholars standing in front of him, with an extremely angry expression.

"Why did you attack the Holy Lord?" a girl asked sternly.

"He has dirty the Holy Young Master's clothes!" someone screamed.

"He slapped the Holy Young Master's face!" Someone cried.

"The Holy Young Master vomited!"

...

Suddenly, Su Yun's clothes were bulging by his violent blood and he started to shout: "Shut up!"

The sound of dragon roars transformed by the fusion of the four great thunder sounds mixed with the sound of the crane Jingkong, as if coming from the sky, suppressing the voices of everyone in the audience, making people's mind blank, and suddenly silent, and no one talks anymore.

Su Yun glanced at him for a week and said coldly: "If you have the ability to protect your master, you will kill me in the picture of Tianlin. If you don't have the ability, don't chirp like a little bird, which will only make you bored!"

He was about to pass through the crowd when suddenly the voice of the Saint Prince in White came from behind: "Brother, stop!"

Su Yun stopped and turned his head.

The Saint Master in White wiped away the dirty things at the corner of his mouth and took a breath: "Don't worry, I won't attack you like you did when you attack me. I will give you a fair chance to show off and compete with you in the picture of Tianlin Shang. I don't know why you attacked me and humiliated me, but I can't let the master be humiliated!"

"Tsk." Su Yun sneered, lifting his foot to push away the crowd.

A young scholar stood up straight in front of him, his eyes blew fire, stared at him fiercely, and said sternly: "The Holy Master is talking to you..."

Su Yun tweaked his palm and pressed it on the young scholar's face, pressing the young scholar to the ground.

The boy fell heavily and his shoes flew into the air.

Su Yun walked past him and said lightly: "What do I have to do with you if I beat him up?"

The crowd that had just suppressed the anger suddenly surged again, and scholars rushed over: "Shizi Shao is injured, you can't leave!"

Su Yun kept walking, and the yellow bell appeared. As soon as the bell rang, white apes jumped out. The spirit apes attacked from all directions with thirty-six scattered hands. The soldiers rushing to the ground and wailed everywhere.

Su Yun walked over from the fallen crowd, and his mouth moved: "What do I have to do with you if I beat them up?"

Zhaizhu: It’s Monday again? Zhaizhu sighed, curled his legs, put on his special pants, and lay on the scooter, so that both legs looked like they were broken. Zhaizhu picked up the broken bowl with one hand and supported the trolley with the other. His begging eyes looked at the readers coming and going, and his mouth moved: Dad is OK, vote... So the guys voted happily!
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