Urban Evil Doctor

"You idiot, why do you want to provoke people you can't afford to offend? Did you get fake wine? Or was your pig's head broken by the door panel? Or maybe you fell into a manure pit and drank the manure water to your head. broken?"

Zhao Feng roared loudly and beat his nephew violently.

The poor bearded man was howling and screaming after being beaten, but he didn't even dare to cry out for help!

For Lothar Beard, this damn thing is entirely his own fault!

Why?

Why bother with these people?

I can’t figure it out or understand it!

Bearded man feels aggrieved!

Originally, he was trying to stand out for others, but he accidentally ended up being someone else's.

how so?

How can you do this?

How could this be possible! ?

well!

Lothar Beard was extremely regretful, but how could there be any regret medicine sold in this world?

I thought that recruiting my uncle, who was already a practitioner, would solve this kind of trouble, but I didn't expect... my uncle would be beaten together!

Uncle Master was beaten...and robbed.

Where is the fucking logic?

Is there any truth to be said?

well……

"Uncle, don't fight, don't fight..." the bearded man wailed.

The poor bearded man was suffering from unbearable pain and begging for mercy.

But is begging for mercy useful?

Zhao Feng was furious. With this operation, he had lost all his savings over the years. How would he live in the future?

While chasing Zhao Feng, this kind of explosive hammer that the team members used without scruples also made all the outer disciples of the Shadow Island next to them dumbfounded.

Is this... preparing to beat people to death?

Everyone just stared blankly, no one dared to go up to persuade, and no one dared to move.

Good guy, he's so awesome.

…

An outburst would never resolve the hatred. At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Is Senior Nephew Zhao Feng here?" The voice was a little rich, but it sounded a little scary to Zhao Feng!

This person... is Zhao Feng's nightmare!

Since this person came to the mountain, he has suffered one after another.

Zhao Feng also had his own difficulties. He recalled that he had cultivated spiritual energy by chance, and by virtue of being able to establish weak communication with the sword spirit, he was lucky enough to become an inner disciple and a practitioner.

But the world of practitioners is more terrifying than the mortal world, full of oppression, and is simply an extreme pyramid.

I have entered the Qi Refining Stage, which is still the one with the least development potential, so I have been discriminated against and despised from the beginning. Fortunately, I finally survived the most difficult moment and found a Foundation Building Stage. The monk serves as his master of piercing skills.

There are rules in the world of spiritual practice. No matter your age, everyone’s seniority is ranked according to their cultivation level!

This is like saying, I am older than you, but your cultivation level is higher than mine, and I have to hold my nose and teach you to call me uncle... This is the truth.

At the moment, Uncle Wang is a little younger than Zhao Feng, but just because he is a monk in the foundation-building stage and he is a monk in the Qi-refining stage, he has become his nephew!

well!

There is no room for reasoning.

"Martial nephew Zhao Feng, are you here?" Uncle Wang shouted.

"I...I'm..." Zhao Feng was trembling all over, and he even forgot about beating people.

I saw a fat man walking in from the door, followed by several people. When he saw Zhao Feng, he waved and shouted: "Master Nephew Zhao, come here and talk."

Upon seeing this person, Zhao Feng lost his previous majesty and domineering attitude and turned directly into a pug!

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Feng lowered his eyebrows and complimented him with all his heart.

Seeing this scene, the outer disciples of Shadow Island who were present were all dumbfounded. What is this? What is this really...point the tofu with brine and you will get rid of it.

Fatty Wang glanced at the many people in the courtyard and couldn't help but said: "Brother, come with me outside. I have something to tell you!"

After saying that, Fatty Wang turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Here, Zhao Feng turned his head and glanced at the bearded man fiercely, and then followed the fat man's footsteps like a pug.

When he came outside, Fatty Wang whispered to Zhao Feng: "Master nephew, I have invited some of your uncles to play cards. I am short of spirit stones. Can I borrow some for fun?"

Listen to borrow money!

Zhao Feng was dumbfounded on the spot!

"Uncle Master? Didn't you just lend me ten low-grade spiritual stones some time ago?" Zhao Feng felt extremely aggrieved!

The sect's subsidy for a monk in the Qi Refining Stage for one year is only ten damn low-grade spiritual stones. The monks have to figure out where to get the remaining spiritual stones.

What Zhao Feng was thinking about was that Uncle Wang was so awesome that he used all kinds of nephews to rip him off.

If it had been before this, Zhao Feng would have reluctantly cut off his flesh for the sake of future support and development in the sect!

But now... now... I don't have the spirit stone to cut my flesh!

I can't even cut the flesh...

Zhao Feng could only stand there and wait in pain!

"Uncle Wang, it's not that I don't respect you..." Zhao Feng organized his words and said.

"Ah... nephew, how can you say it's filial piety! I'm lending it to you! I'm not your master, so I don't need your filial piety." Master Uncle Wang corrected me.

"Yes, yes... I made a mistake!" Zhao Feng said, "Uncle Wang, it's not that I won't lend it to you, it's that I'm really short of money."

Hearing this, Master Wang's face became unhappy on the spot: "Okay! Master Nephew Zhao, do you look down on me? If I ask you to borrow money and you don't lend it to me, where will I lose my face?"

Zhao Feng said with a bitter face: "Uncle, I really have no money! I swear to God! If I lie to you, uncle... then... the whole sect will die!"

Hearing this, Uncle Wang's fat face was filled with anger!

"What's the matter with you? Don't think I don't know. Last time your master arranged for you to go shopping, you got a kickback. You must have at least thirty low-grade spiritual stones! Now you tell me that you have no money? Are you? Do you want me to expose you?"

Uncle Wang is different, he speaks directly and is his trump card!

Good guy!

Such a threat made Zhao Feng dumbfounded on the spot.

Good guy...there's still this!

Zhao Feng didn't even know how he got to know about his kickbacks, but Zhao Feng knew very well that if his behavior was known to the sect, it would not be as simple as blackmail, and he would probably be directly If you return to your original form, let alone become an inner disciple, you won’t even have the chance to become a normal person!

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng truthfully confessed: "Uncle Master, it's not that I don't respect you, I really don't have a single spirit stone now... I was robbed!"

"What? Who the hell dares to rob you?"

Fatty Wang became energetic.