Chapter 40: Enraged (Please collect~~)

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  Today Xiaoguan is very excited, seeing many friends supporting, feeling very fulfilling, this kind of feeling, Xiaoguan has never felt before! Thank you, thank you!

  Thanks: Left is fanpai, rddmoo, bajipao chang'e, berial bei li ya, youzha jianjiao, qingqinglian, wuji xian 1. Six big tips from the above six people.

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  The people in front were dressed differently from those of Jinling, and Wei Zhao didn't know what Wuzhou was either. With a calm and composed demeanor, he led Xiangxiang and Fu Yan past them.

  The little girl was very obedient and followed closely. Fu Yang, however, glared at several people with a furious expression, his face unable to conceal his anger.

  "Hey, what's with the look?" Fu Yang had just walked past a few people, one of whom was staring at him with a scowl on his face, and immediately sneered coldly.

  Those people immediately cast their eyes on Fu Yang and scolded him loudly.

  "What's wrong with walking normally? Why glare at us?"

  "Hum, people from Jinling are indeed uncouth!"

  "What are you looking at? We didn't steal your wife!"

  "Hey, your face is still red, did her husband run away with someone else? Haha..."

  Four people burst out laughing, even the white-clothed young man who always had a faint smile on his face curled up the corners of his mouth and gave Fu Yang a mocking smile.

  Fu Rong's face turned iron-green, his fists clenched tightly, his breathing rapid and heavy, he was so angry that he almost rushed up to beat them up.

  Xianglian also furrowed her small brow, looking at the few people with a dissatisfied expression. Seeing Fu Yang so angry, she quietly pulled on Wei Zhao's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Young master, Fu..." The little girl's thoughts were probably that the young master was all-powerful.

  "I know." Wei Xiao said lightly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at the white-clad youth in the middle.

  The young man in white seemed to have also sensed Wei Zuo's gaze, and he turned his head to look at him with a faint smile, his eyes scanning him briefly before curling up slightly, giving Wei Zuo a disdainful glance.

  The first one to speak, a stout and big-headed scholar, laughed loudly at Fu Yang: "Haha, look at your pale face, I knew you were a silver spear candle head!"

  Looking at Fu Yang's reddened face, those few scholars burst into even more unscrupulous and loud laughter.

  That young man in white stood there with a lonely and proud face, curling up the corners of his mouth, giving Wei Zuo a faint and subtle smile.

  Wei Xiao's pale face suddenly broke into a faint smile as he walked back slowly, swept his gaze over the few people laughing without restraint, and looked at the fat-eared guy who had just spoken with a faint gaze. He said to Fu Yang in a faint tone: "Do you want to beat him up?"

  Fu Yan's small face turned bright red, his fists clenched tightly. Normally he would have retreated to the side, but looking at Wei Zhao's calm and composed expression, his eyes flickered, and he nodded heavily.

  Wei Zhuo glanced at him and said, "Then go beat him up, he won't dare fight back!"

  Fu Yan was taken aback, and it was somewhat unbelievable. However, seeing Wei Zhao's serious expression, he gritted his teeth after a moment of hesitation, threw away the thing in his arms, and walked towards the big guy who was trembling all over with an iron face and clenched fists.

  Those people looked at Fu Yang walking over alone with a proud and arrogant expression, and they all burst out laughing even louder.

  "Haha... That kid is coming over? I bet a drink that he's here to apologize..."

  "I bet two meals he won't say a word..."

  "I bet ten taels of silver that the little scoundrel will run away..."

  "I bet twenty taels that he will obediently drill through me..."

  The young man in white listened to the discussions of others, with a faintly mocking cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold and staring at Wei Zhao, every move was full of provocative momentum. As for Wei Zhao, he didn't put him in his heart at all. In Jinling City, there were many people he needed to be careful about, but Wei Zhao was obviously not among them.

  Fu Jiong walked up to the fat man, his fists clenched tightly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. His face was bright red and his mind was racing with chaotic thoughts.

  He doesn't remember anything else, just that Wei Xiao said he didn't dare fight back and remembered wanting to beat him up!

  He stood in front of the fat man, his face flushed with excitement, his head bowed low, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, his angry eyes flashing brighter and brighter.

  "Haha, I knew it, he didn't dare..."

  "Haha, look at him, it seems what his wife said is true... he really did run off with someone else..."

  "With him being like this, it's really hard to watch..."

  "Haha, I bet his wife's thief is definitely tall and majestic, with a dignified appearance... haha..."

  Several people laughed and teased each other, without any restraint, making fun of Fu Yang who was standing right in front of them.

  "Ah..."

  "Hmm..."

  Suddenly, two shots rang out in succession, and everyone was stunned on the spot.

  Fu Rong still maintained his posture, with a face of extreme anger, the fist that was swung out was bright red and trembling. His eyes flashed with angry glints, with a face full of murderous aura.

  Wei Xiao was taken aback for a moment, looking at Fu Yang's face full of evil energy, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

  That fat-headed and big-eared guy sat paralyzed on the ground, with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, a look of shock on his face, then suddenly furious, he jumped up and roared as if to pounce on Fu Yang.

  Fu Yan's furious expression changed in an instant, his eyes filled with terror as he involuntarily took a step back at the sight of that giant pouncing over.

  "If you dare to move him, I guarantee that you will not leave Jinling." The fat man rushed towards Fu Yang, less than half a meter away, when Wei Xiao's voice rose faintly.

  That fatty's raised fist trembled suddenly, and he turned his head towards Wei Xiao, with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, yet a hesitant look in his eyes.

  After all, he is also an outsider and doesn't understand Jinling at all. Wei Zhao's words, combined with his calm and mysterious expression, made the fatty hesitate for a moment before turning to look at the young man in white clothes.

  The young man in white clothes slightly raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Wei Zhao with a cold smile, saying: "How should I address you, brother?"

  Wei Zhuang's gaze remained fixed on Fu Yang as he said calmly, "If you think one punch is not enough, you can hit another."

  Fu Jiong was taken aback, that fatty also froze for a moment, and the white-clothed youth's face instantly turned three degrees colder.

  The young man in white clothes had a cold gaze, he had never been ignored by anyone before. He turned his head to look at the fat guy and said in a cold voice, "He punches you once, you punch him three times."

  Fu Yan's eyes flashed with hesitation, but he immediately puffed out his chest and suddenly threw a punch. In the fat man's stunned expression, another punch landed on the fat man's cheek.

  That fatty immediately became unstable and fell to the ground, yelling loudly as he scrambled up from the ground, his face purpling with rage as he was about to throw a punch back.

  "You'd better bear with it, or you'll have to take the consequences." The fat man's fist was just raised when Wei Xiao's voice fell again.

  The young man in white narrowed his eyes, a surge of anger rising from his chest, his expression gradually turning cold as he stared at the fatty and said in a low voice, "As long as you don't beat me to death, I'll take the blame for you."

  That fatty heard it, his small eyes rolled around, and immediately his face turned ferocious as he was about to pounce on Fu Yang.

  Fu Yan let out a mouthful of bad air, and at this time he also calmed down, knowing that he was afraid, his small face turned pale, and his footsteps couldn't help but retreat.

  Wei Zhuo smiled faintly and looked at the fat man, saying "If you hit him once, I guarantee you won't be able to leave this place."

  That fatty's stout body suddenly stiffened, and with a somewhat fearful expression, he quietly looked around to see if Wei Xiao had any hidden guards.

  That young man in white clothes looked at the fat man with a timid and fearful appearance, not as good as Fu Yang, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, his face cold and hard, sternly saying to Wei Zhao: "I'd like to see how capable you are!" As he spoke, he walked towards Fu Yang with a fierce expression, his right hand already clenched into a fist.

  Wei Zuo's smile grew wider as he said leisurely, "If someone were to shout out right now that the people of Jinling are being bullied by outsiders! You can guess for yourselves..."

  Although Wei Xiao didn't say anything, the white-clothed youth's calm footsteps suddenly stiffened, his clenched fists trembled slightly, and his face instantly darkened.

  His chest rose and fell slightly, a surge of anger suppressed there. The corners of his mouth twitched, his teeth clenched, and his eyes flashed with cold, harsh colors.

  He Zhou Shaoyang is here to win the championship. If he gets beaten up here, no matter what the reason is, it would be a great loss of face for him. In the history of Da Qi, there has never been a case where a champion was beaten up by a group of people, let alone someone who got beaten up and still participated in the Buddhist debate conference!