I Don't Know Martial Art Chapter 212

Chapter 212 - Chatterbox Girl

… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … At this moment in the tree cave, the atmosphere was especially tranquil. Thousands of miles away, in the center of Silvermoon Forest, in a grand hall of the Beast Clan Holy Lands, there was an extremely discordant atmosphere!

"Hehe, everyone, what you mean is that our Beast King Mountain has put in a lot of effort, ignored our losses, and in the end, got nothing. But, everyone is sitting on the wall and watching, looking for opportunities?"

"Your wishful thinking is too exaggerated."

The tiger king of the Beast King Mountain was sitting on the second seat of the grand hall with a pure gold robe wrapped around his body. He was looking down at the group of people below him and his words were cold and filled with ridicule.

At this moment, in the conference hall of the Beast King Mountain, Tiger King and Snake King sat on two thrones. Opposite them were a dozen or so people, each taking their respective seats.

There were a total of six groups of ten or so people. There were both men and women, young and old, separated by an area. They seemed to be discussing something with the two beast kings.

Hearing Tiger King's sarcastic words, a white-haired old man in the crowd who wore a bun and held a dark green cane revealed a smile on his old face.

He slightly knocked on the ground with the dark green cane in his hand, and the green cane immediately made a crisp thudding noise.

The voice seemed to have some kind of magic. It spread out in all directions and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Tiger King, you're wrong." Although the old man's face was old, his voice was no different from that of the middle-aged man. His voice was loud and clear.

"Oh, so it's Taoist Master Qing He from the Tian Dao Sect. I wonder if you have any foresight, I would like to hear about it."

Tiger King's bright eyes stared at the white haired elder in front of him as he sneered.

Facing this Tiger King with his extraordinary might, the old man smiled and said, "Tiger King, you said that our seven great sects are the fishermen of the Beast King Mountain, and wanted your Beast King Mountain to contribute. I feel that our seven great sects have helped your Beast King Mountain with a huge deal."

The old man continued to speak, "In the past thousand years of your Silvermoon Forest, you have been constantly forced to shrink your territory, and now, it has shrunk to more than a fold. Now that the seven great sects are all gathered, oh no, it should be the six great sects.

"We helped you cross the Silvermoon Forest because of the Beast King Mountain, but you guys were able to enter and obtain a large piece of land as the territory of the Beast Race. Are you profiting from this?"

"Moreover, even if there is someone in your Beast King Mountain who is interested in this opportunity, they can also search for it with us. If any of you beast race geniuses were to obtain this good fortune, you would kill two birds with one stone."

Hearing this, the eyes of Tiger King, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly flashed as if he was pondering about something.

The white-haired old man had a calm expression on his face. Beside him was a young man wearing a green robe and had his hair tied up in a bun. He looked pretty and his lips were red and white.

At this moment, the latter was holding a peach wood sword. He was somewhat timidly sizing up the mighty Tiger King who was sitting on the throne.

As if he felt that this person was truly terrifying, the little Daoist quietly moved his body and the old man that was leaning against him came closer. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

The white-haired old man noticed his disciple's actions and couldn't help but let out a sigh. With this kind of courage, how would he be able to kill demons and cultivate the Tian Dao Sect's spell?

It seemed he couldn't let this kid go to train just because he felt sorry for his disciple. Otherwise, once his bloodline became old and his master was with him, there would be no more hope.

The old Daoist Priest was not the only one who noticed the young Daoist Priest's cowardly action.

A beautiful lady dressed in palace clothing sat to the right of the two of them. Beside her was a young and elegant girl. Not only was the girl pretty, her figure was also quite impressive and she had quite a bit of capital.

When the young girl saw the little Daoist being timid, she couldn't help but secretly laugh and whisper into the woman's ear.

"Uncle-master, look, that little cultivator is too cowardly to even hold his master close to him, as if he's afraid of being eaten by these two beast kings. For someone like him to be able to enter the Tian Dao Sect, it seems that the threshold for disciples for the Tian Dao Sect is too low."

The young girl was obviously a talkative person. She wanted to say something to her martial uncle, but before the latter could finish his sentence, she found her mouth was pulled shut by a force. The words that came out of her mouth came to a screeching halt.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

At this moment, a soft and reproachful voice came from the pot in the girl's ears.

The young girl widened her beautiful black eyes as she looked at the woman beside her with a wronged expression.

"Martial Uncle, you … why did you block my mouth again? On this journey, you've stopped me seven or eight times!"

The woman glanced at the young girl beside her and said helplessly.

"Girl, do you know what 'disease comes from the mouth, disaster comes from the mouth'? If you can't speak, then speak less. I really don't know how Senior Sister has taught you all these years."

The woman's journey to the palace had truly broken her heart when she heard this girl's words. Her mouth was like the root of a disaster.

Even though she, the widely acknowledged elder of the Misty Palace, had an extremely good personality and was calm and magnanimous, she still found it hard to accept.

Along the way, this girl first mocked that the Elder's attire was too red, like a woman's. Then she said that the female disciples of the Heavenly Secrets Mansion didn't say a single word, and were most likely a mute.

When they saw an elder of the Palace of Wargods walking over with a black-faced disciple, this girl immediately started laughing heartily, making the elder of the Palace of Wargods very curious. He asked, "Little girl, what are you laughing about?"

The young girl was out of breath and laughed for a while before recovering herself. She pointed at the dark-faced young man next to the old man with a serious expression and could not help but laugh as she spoke.

"Senior, your disciple's company has been smacked by someone from the bottom of a wok, right? It's dark and ugly!"

This sentence caused the friendly smile on the black-faced youth's face to instantly stiffen, and his black face to become as black as ink.

The Palace of Wargods elder was even more furious. If it wasn't for the fact that he was facing two women, he probably would have attacked on the spot.

The latter didn't even say anything as she turned around and left with her disciple. The woman smiled and apologized, but the man didn't stop.

In the end, the woman had no choice but to seal the mouth of this girl who loved to tell the truth in front of others with her sacred art. Otherwise, she would have offended the other five sects on her way here.

It had to be said that as long as she didn't speak, this little girl's appearance was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Master, my good master, please remove the restriction. I swear I won't say anything." The young girl continued to plead with her heart.

However, how could the woman, who had heard this sentence no less than a hundred times, believe the girl's words? The latter directly closed off the connection she had with the young girl and no longer listened to the girl's thoughts.

For a time, the young girl's mouth was shut, and even her heart was blocked. She was so angry that her cheeks began to bulge.

She didn't dare to look at her martial uncle. She could only stare at the Heavenly Secrets Mansion, which was followed by a young girl.

This girl hadn't spoken a single word since she had traveled with the crowd. Moreover, she had been holding onto an ancient book that had turned slightly yellow. She hadn't even spoken to her teacher at all.

However, this did not affect the latter, as she was the type of calmness and elegance that reeked of the scent of books.

This girl's appearance was not the least bit inferior. On the contrary, because of her unique scholarly air, she seemed even more otherworldly.

The young girl was completely oblivious to what was happening. Instead, she seemed to have caught sight of something interesting as her eyes slightly lit up, and the corner of her mouth hooked into a slight smile.

In that instant, her smile was as beautiful as the spring wind!

When she saw this scene, she could not help but be stunned, feeling a sense of inferiority. The latter quickly patted her head and thought to herself.

"Hmph, to be able to smile so happily while reading a book, it must be that he's the same as Grand Preceptor's uncle, reading dirty, shameless books. Truly an indecent woman. How could he be as innocent and pure as me?"

When she thought here, the girl immediately became happy again. She proudly raised her head and looked at the youth from the Palace of Wargods wearing a black robe.

He took a glance at the Milky Way Sword Sect, at the handsome young man in a red robe with a face full of hostility.

The latter curled her lips in disdain and pointed out each and every one of their flaws. In the end, she came to a conclusion in her mind that they recognized their authority!

"I am the number one person among the younger generation of the seven major sects. Although I haven't seen the Divine Sword Sect's overweeningly arrogant Young Sect Master, he is definitely inferior to me!"

"Heh heh."

At this moment, a cold laugh that sent chills down one's spine sounded out, causing the young girl, who was extremely shocked, to shudder.

She quickly turned her head and saw the haggard old woman sitting beside Tiger King, who had been silent all this time, sneer.

"Taoist Hou's words, are really lines or lines. He is always considering our Beast King Mountain."

Although the old woman seemed to agree with the old man, her tone was obviously filled with ridicule.

Without waiting for others to speak, the old woman once again spoke, "Forget about our Beast King Mountain, this time, sending the clans south, will it disrupt the balance of the continent and receive criticism from all the powers of the continent?"

"Simply by killing us along the way and destroying our karmic luck, it will be enough for the Beast Race to bear for hundreds, even thousands of years. As for your seven sects, they can achieve what they want without even a single soldier."

"The gains and losses in this matter are ridiculous. You actually said 'killing two birds with one stone'. I am afraid you can barely fool a three or two-year-old child with these words, can't you?"

Once a warrior reached the Earth Cloud Realm, they would have to go through heavenly tribulation, and the power of heavenly tribulation was certain.

And if a person's killing intent was too great and went against the human race, then the heavenly tribulation would naturally sense. The might of the descending thunder would often be extremely terrifying and not something that a human could handle.

This is the result of the 'Heaven's Net, never divulging' cause and effect cycle. However, for low-level Cloud Warriors, the 'Great Way of the Buddha' is even more mysterious when talking about karmic luck.

But for those present, who were already involved in the great Dao of heaven and earth and had experienced thunder tribulation, they knew full well that this wasn't alarmist talk, but was real existence.

Although what Hou Qinghe had said before wasn't false, it was still a matter of avoiding talking about the karma between heaven and earth. It was obvious that he was doing it on purpose.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man who was called Taoist Hou didn't reveal any expression of awkwardness. He only let out a hollow laugh and nodded his head in embarrassment.

As for the other five great sects, all of the people that came to discuss exchanged glances, as they all agreed in their hearts that the Beast King Mountain was not easy to fool.

The muscular man from the Palace of Wargods, who wore black tight clothing and had a body as sturdy as a cow's, slightly frowned with impatience.

Although the aura exuded by this man was not obvious, his exposed face and hands were suffused with a golden glow. It was clear that he was someone with a high cultivation base.

The latter could not help but sneer, "Snake King, when are you beasts going to have to care about the fate of this world? You are all beasts that are used to drinking blood."

"No matter how many evil creatures you kill, I'm afraid that it will not affect your tribulation. You better not make a big fuss over nothing and use this as a price!"

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