Immortal and Martial Supreme Master

Chapter 65 3 slaps

The steward disciple received a sturdy slap. He spun around like a top in the air for more than a dozen times before stopping and falling to the ground.

When the surrounding disciples saw this scene, they were so shocked that their entire jaws fell to the ground. They looked at Qin Yun like they had seen a ghost.

After the steward disciple fell to the ground, it took a long time for him to recover from his dizziness and understand what was going on. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked angrily at Qin Yun who suddenly appeared.

The reason why he had saved Zhao Yuan earlier was probably because he had received a lot of benefits from Zhao Yuan.

Afterwards, he was afraid of Zhao Yuan's uncle. If something happened to Zhao Yuan, he wouldn't be able to escape. That was why he wanted to kill Zhao Yuan and use Zhao Yu to resist Li Qing's anger after Zhao Yuan was killed.

However, he didn't expect that just as he was about to take down Zhao Yuzhi, this brat in front of him would actually sneak attack him, slap him and knock him to the ground. How could he not be angry?

"Brat, do you want to die?" The steward disciple asked in an ice-cold voice.

Qin Yun smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered Zhao Yu to retreat.

Zhao Yu naturally obeyed and retreated to the side.

From this period of time, Zhao Yu had been completely convinced by Qin Yun's strength. The feeling Qin Yun gave him was unfathomable. If someone said that Qin Yun was a Martial Emperor, Zhao Yu would probably believe him without hesitation.

After Qin Yun swung Zhao Yu back, he made everyone present feel the urge to fall to the ground.

"I don't want to!" Qin Yun said with a shameless smile.

Seeing Qin Yun's flattering expression, the steward disciple thought that Qin Yun was afraid. He immediately showed an arrogant expression and shouted, "Since you don't want to, you should scram to the side."

Qin Yun revealed an embarrassed expression and pleaded, "Lord Steward, he is my distant cousin. See if you can spare him for my sake."

"For your sake?" The steward disciple sneered, "What face do you have that I can see?"

Qin Yun wanted to say something else, but the steward disciple immediately shouted angrily, "Scram!"

"Yes!" Qin Yun helplessly replied.

The steward disciple glared at Qin Yun with disdain and prepared to walk towards Zhao Yu.

But at this moment, Qin Yun suddenly slapped the other side of the steward disciple's face.

This time, the strength was even heavier than the last time. The steward disciple's teeth were all thrown away by Qin Yun.

Fresh blood flew out from his teeth, and the steward disciple flew out like a cannonball. His entire body smashed into a wall not far away, and he actually smashed a hole in the wall, causing his entire body to be stuck on the wall.

The onlookers on the side were so shocked that their mouths widened. Some people even didn't even know how to wipe their mouths when they were hanging on the ground.

"I told you, if you don't listen to me for the sake of my face, you have to see if my right hand can get past mine." Qin Yun bitterly said something that made everyone present vomit blood.

The corner of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had seen such a helpless side of his master.

The steward disciple's head blossomed and his teeth fell out. He stood up and staggered, pointing at Qin Yun as if he wanted to say something, but he could not say it clearly.

Qin Yun walked over and gently patted the swollen face of the steward disciple. "Lord steward, are you saying that my face is useless now?"

The steward disciple's eyes kept shaking with Qin Yun's right hand. He was deeply afraid that Qin Yun would slap him on the face again and nod his head in fear, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Then will you still be looking for trouble with him?" Qin Yun pointed at Zhao Yu and said.

The steward disciple hurriedly shook his head.

Qin Yun smiled faintly. The steward disciple also laughed, but his swollen and tall face hurt so much that he cried out loudly.

Suddenly, Qin Yun slapped the steward disciple in the face.

This time, the steward disciple's mouth was twisted, and his entire body was sent flying dozens of meters away, lying unconscious on the ground.

The surrounding people subconsciously touched their mouths and looked at Qin Yun again, their eyes filled with fear.

Especially those disciples who followed Zhao Yuan earlier. They looked at Qin Yun as if they had seen a ghost. They were terrified to the extreme. When they saw Qin Yun turn around and look at them, they actually knelt on the ground in unison and pleaded bitterly, "Don't … don't hit us!"

Qin Yun smiled and walked over and said, "I won't hit you."

When those disciples saw Qin Yun walk past, they immediately shrank in fright. Although Qin Yun had a smile on his face and said that he would not hit them, they would believe it. Just now, when Qin Yun saw Qin Yun drawing out a steward disciple, he had the same expression on his face.

"Are you all laundry disciples?" Qin Yun asked again.

"Yes, we are all laundry disciples. We were all intimidated by Zhao Yuan." One of the disciples immediately replied.

"Then do you know that the Leiling Sect has a rule that disciples of the sect kill each other?" Qin Yun continued to ask.

"I know!" A disciple replied.

"Did you see him kill anyone today?" Qin Yun pointed at Zhao Yu and asked. Then, he started to play with his palm.

When the disciples saw Qin Yun playing with his palm, they immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"No, we didn't see anything." The disciples hurriedly replied.

"Swear to the heavens." Qin Yun suddenly snorted coldly.

The cold tone immediately frightened the disciples to the point that their entire bodies trembled as they hurriedly swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

"What about you guys?" Qin Yun turned to look at the group of disciples in the firewood room.

The group of disciples immediately shrank their necks and swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao.

Just as Chen Dapang was about to raise his hand and swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, Zhao Yuyi, who was standing beside him, grasped it and said, "You don't need it anymore. I believe you."

Chen Dapang smiled and broke away from Zhao Yu's hand. "I know you believe me, but I'm afraid that I'll be threatened in the future, so I can't help but say it out loud. So, it's better if I say it out loud."

Zhao Yu frowned, but in the end, he did not stop him.

After finishing all this, Qin Yun ordered people to carry Zhao Yuan's corpse into the big stove in the kitchen and burn it. Then, he sent the laundry disciples back and warned them that if anyone asked about Zhao Yuan, they would say that he had gone home to visit his relatives.

After hearing this, the disciples nodded their heads repeatedly, and then hurriedly left one by one.

"Then what about him?"

After the laundry disciples left, Zhao Yu walked over to Qin Yun and asked.

Qin Yun smiled and said, "Don't worry, he won't say it out loud, because he has already become a fool."

After saying that, Qin Yun left without turning his head, leaving behind Zhao Yu, Chen Dapang, and the disciples of the kitchen with an unfathomable figure.

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