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Chapter 428 The Angry Master Is Not to Be Tried 4

Xuanliang never thought that he would meet Wen Siyuan. Thinking of what he had said before, he felt a little uneasy.

But he still tried to straighten his back and not show his fear.

Wen Siyuan gave him a cold look, then ordered his servants, "Smash this Taoist temple for me."

When Fu Qi arrived, he heard this, very good.

Several disciples followed behind, also very angry, "Why do you destroy our Taoist temple?"

"Don't think you are great just because you are a marquis. There are laws in this world."

They had long hated this marquis who always talked to himself, and now when they heard that he was going to destroy their Taoist temple, how could they not be angry.

"Why? Because you didn't listen to my warning and allowed you to leave the Taoist temple disciples undisciplined." Wen Siyuan looked at them with contempt.

After all, those people were nothing in his eyes, and it was a gift to them that he could say a few more words to them.

Fu Qi stood at the front, "Are you talking about him?"

Fu Qi glanced at the frightened Xuan Liang, but quickly turned his eyes away.

"Since he is a disciple of your Taoist temple, it is only natural that everyone will be punished if one person makes a mistake." Wen Siyuan looked at Fu Qi. He had never looked at him straight in the eye before, but now he felt that he did not seem to be an ordinary person.

"He has been expelled from the Taoist temple and is no longer a disciple of Linshan Temple. So, Lord Hou is also going to destroy Linshan Temple?"

"I didn't expect that you in Linshan Temple are also such cowards. You can even say such things just to protect yourselves." Wen Siyuan sneered.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Smash it for me."

It was just a small Taoist temple, so Wen Siyuan didn't take it seriously.

When the people behind him heard his words, they drew their swords and headed towards the front hall.

Fu Qi's eyes shone, and he took the whisk from Xuan Zhen's hand, "How presumptuous."

With a wave of the whisk in his hand, a gust of wind rushed straight towards the pedestrian.

But in the blink of an eye, there were screams and people fell to the ground wailing.

Fu Qilu's move completely shocked everyone.

Several disciples looked at Fu Qi with eyes full of admiration; they didn't know when they would be able to achieve the same level of cultivation as their master.

Now, they can finally hold their heads high.

Xuanliang was also stunned. He thought that he had originally asked his master why she had such ability, but she did not answer him and instead drove him out of the Taoist temple.

Judging from the reactions of his fellow brothers and sisters, they obviously knew the reason.

At this time, he felt that he was excluded, but what could he do now? He was no longer a disciple of Linshan Temple.

When Wen Siyuan saw the scene in front of him, he was shocked at first, and then angry, "How dare you hurt someone from my mansion?"

Wen Siyuan also felt that Fu Qilu's move was very strange, but he also thought that the people he brought were really useless. They actually fell to the ground and wailed one by one, which was really embarrassing for him.

He can’t even beat a woman, just wait and see how he’ll deal with these losers when he gets back.

Wen Siyuan didn't believe it, so he picked up a knife and wanted to chop Fu Qi.

No matter what kind of woman she is, if she dares to embarrass him like this, he will naturally fight back.

Fu Qi waved his whisk and directly swung his knife out.

Wen Siyuan only felt a severe pain in the palm of his hand. When he looked down, he saw that there were several cracks on his palm.

But Fu Qi didn't give him a chance to come back to his senses, and kept hitting him in the face with the whisk.

The originally soft whisk felt like a steel needle when it swept across his face.

By the time Fu Qi stopped, Wen Siyuan's body had been beaten until it was as swollen as a pig's head.

Wen Siyuan narrowed his swollen eyes and said, "How dare you attack me? I will raze your entire Taoist temple to the ground."

"Good disciples, today I will teach you that if you encounter a beast that doesn't know the rules, you don't have to hold back."

Fu Qi kicked the man half a meter away.

Now Wen Siyuan curled up on the ground and squirmed in pain.

Jiang Xinrou didn't expect that Wen Siyuan, who had always been tall and mighty in her eyes, was beaten like a drowned dog today.

Although she had resentment and hatred towards Wen Siyuan, she really couldn't deceive herself. She still loved Wen Siyuan.

Seeing him being beaten, Jiang Xinrou didn't care about anything else and shouted at Fu Qi, "Master Yiqing, is this the cultivation of you Taoists? You actually treated him so cruelly. It's a waste of all your years of cultivation."

"Oh, and you, a troublemaker, dare to jump in front of me. Why are you pretending to be so noble? Do you think you can enjoy yourself here? Every day you are either with this man or with another man. No wonder you were kicked out of the Marquis' Mansion." Fu Qi started talking nonsense.

Jiang Xinrou didn't expect Fu Qi to speak like this. She subconsciously looked at Wen Siyuan, fearing that he would misunderstand.

Wen Siyuan did take Fu Qi's words to heart, and stared at Jiang Xinrou angrily with narrowed eyes.

Xuan Liang came up and wanted to speak for Jiang Xinrou, but was blown away by Fu Qi's whisk. The whisk hit him right on the mouth, and his mouth was now so swollen that it looked like two sausages hanging on it.

"How can you say such nonsense? When have other men come to see me? You are defaming my reputation." Jiang Xinrou's eyes were red, and she felt very aggrieved.

"What about Mr. Zhou from the Shangshu Mansion, what about the second son of Dingyuan Marquis, what about Minister Wang? Miss Jiang, you are indeed a noble person who forgets things easily. How could Wuliang Tianzun, a cultivator, slander you?"

Fu Qi made up the story, but the person really existed and was known to Wen Siyuan. Naturally, he knew that the person had a close relationship with Jiang Xinrou.

Jiang Xinrou stared at Fu Qi with wide eyes as he lied, but now she could only palely refute that she didn't do it.

After all, she couldn't explain to Wen Siyuan how Fu Qi knew those people.

Jiang Xinrou was almost going crazy. Her good reputation was ruined by just a few words from Fu Qi?

"Are you guys at Linshan Temple bullying me because I have no one? When I get down the mountain, I will report you to the authorities and punish you for slander and rumor-mongering."

Fu Qi slapped her face several times, "I gave you face, right? If you hadn't come to our Linshan Temple, would so many things have happened? I think you are the reincarnation of the God of Luck. Whoever touches you will be unlucky."

"This is a Taoist temple, not a brothel down the mountain. If you want to show off your charm, go back to your mansion and don't dirty my Taoist temple."

"You really think you are a celestial being, waiting for someone to lick you. I am tired of seeing you here every day. Get out now."

Fu Qi slapped her and sent her flying. Jiang Xinrou lay on the ground with her face swollen like a steamed bun.

When Xuanliang saw his beloved girl being treated like this by Fu Qi, he struggled to come over, but was thrown out by Fu Qi's whisk again.

"And you, ungrateful bastard, get out of the temple."

After Fu Qi roared angrily, she returned to her calm and composed look. It was hard to tell that she was the one who was so angry just now.

Several disciples looked at Fu Qi with sparkling eyes. The master was so powerful that he defeated all of them.