Chapter 659 I'm used to being high and mighty

It only took three moves. No one could withstand three moves and several people were knocked down by Huang Shiren.

"Master Chen, the goblin you raised is quite powerful. Why don't you sell it to me? Name a price."

Murong Ji ignored them and stood in front of the screen, continuing to ponder the craftsmanship of the screen. He didn't even look at them.

"How dare you! These are all your elders. It would be fine if you didn't come in and pay your respects, but you actually ignored us like this. You simply don't take the King's Alliance leader seriously!"

It was another unknown family head who roared and slapped the coffee table with a "bang".

Murong Ji still ignored him, but Huang Shiren couldn't bear it anymore and retorted through the screen: "We simply look down on you! We haven't seen our master, and we have never met the masters of the Dao League in person!"

"None of you masters said anything, so why are you barking like a dog? Besides, who do you think you are? How dare you scold my master? Watch out!"

A palm strike out, leaving a golden palm print, the size of a normal palm.

It whizzed out, bypassed the screen, and hit the head of the family on the chest with a bang.

The tremendous force directly collapsed his chest, and the blood in his mouth was squeezed out and sprayed half of the room. Several Taoist alliance leaders and clan leaders who were closer to him were all covered in the smell of blood.

"presumptuous!"

"The monster is so arrogant!"

"court death!"

"Alliance leader, are you just going to just watch?"

……

As soon as Huang Shiren took action, all kinds of scolding voices arose. At the same time, countless magic weapons were displayed, and spells swarmed and attacked Huang Shiren.

They attacked in a group, and no one dared to kill anyone in front of Wang Quan Shouzhuo, but if they were seriously injured or disabled, they would not be able to say anything!
Huang Shiren sneered, not afraid at all. The flying ring that had been hovering in the palm of his left hand suddenly appeared in front of Huang Shiren and suddenly enlarged.

In an instant, he absorbed endless spiritual energy and magic power, broke the attacking spells, and a fierce look flashed across his face, urging the Unfixed Flying Ring to spin rapidly.

The Wuding Flying Ring caused the surrounding spiritual energy and evil spirits to surge, as if it was communicating with some specific space.

The magic weapons in everyone's hands suddenly stopped working. If they were not careful, they would slip out of their hands. Those who reacted quickly held on to their magic weapons tightly.

However, the huge force coming from the magic weapon actually dragged them forward.

When he arrived in front of the barrier, an indescribable wave suddenly burst out from the Vajra Bracelet. In a trance-like moment, the magic weapon had been taken away.

Dozens of magic weapons fell into Huang Shiren's hands, and their light dimmed. The heads of the various families hurriedly recalled them, but there was no response.

Only then did he look up at Huang Shiren in astonishment. Through the screen, he couldn't see the bull demon's appearance clearly. But no one dared to look down on him anymore!
"The Great Demon King!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd. Who could have thought that Murong Ji was actually followed by a great demon king.

With this kind of strength, no matter which force he is in, he would be a big boss.

Just look at Lady Gai and Lord Beishan Ji, and you will know their status in their respective forces!

How many demon kings are there? There are only dozens of demons in the world. One more can affect the balance of power.

There are even fewer great demon kings, and judging from Huang Shiren's methods, he is obviously one of the top ones among the demon kings.

"You are just a trifle skilled in tricks. You are still relying on your age to bully others with your meager skills! My young master has a good temper. You are lucky that I didn't chop you to pieces!"

Huang Shiren looked at the Taoist leader who had spoken so arrogantly earlier with a scorching gaze, and threw a flying ring at him!
"bump!"

With a dull thud, the man who was hit passed out, but his injuries were not serious. If Huang Shiren used all his strength, he could smash him into a bloody mist.

Wuding Flying Ring is a powerful weapon.

Then, a pair of eyes looked at everyone in the room through the screen. No one took action, so they stood obediently behind Murong Ji.

He understood a lot of things. Under such circumstances, once Murong Ji took action, he would have completely fallen out with these people.

As his disciple, it was the most appropriate for me to handle this kind of intimidation. If I was really bullied, Murong Ji would also take action, so the situation would not be too bad.

"You kid, why don't you come in? Are you planning to stand there for a few hours?" As soon as Wang Quan Shouzhuo opened his mouth, the depressing atmosphere in the room instantly relaxed.

Murong Ji then walked around the screen and went inside the house. He glanced at the hall and bowed to the people at the top. "Junior Mu... Chen Mi, I am honored to meet Senior Shouzhuo."

After standing up, he bowed and clasped his hands to Butler Fei, Patriarch Yang, and Patriarch Li respectively.

The rest of the people didn't even look at it.

Huang Shiren quietly looked at the others, all of whom looked unhappy. Looking at Murong Ji's eyes, he felt somewhat angry, yet helpless.

"Well, sit down."

After hearing Wang Quanshouzhuo's words, Murong Ji glanced around the room. Those who had seats were all the leaders in the Taoist Alliance, and there was an empty seat below the old lady Qing.

Murong Ji suddenly understood and realized why those people came to do this.

There were so many people who were not qualified to take the seat, but I, a new patriarch of a noble family, was able to take the seat.

It would be strange if they could be mentally balanced. Murong Ji took a few steps forward, sat in that position, and nodded to Madam Qing, which was considered a greeting.

Then, he poured himself a cup of tea and looked at the other people in the room.

The atmosphere in the room was still somewhat solemn and silent.

This situation seems a bit awkward, as the family heirloom is still in Huang Shiren's hands.

Being held so carelessly by him was like slapping them in the face again and again.

"Old Xiao, what do you think?" Wang Quan Shouzhuo suddenly asked.

Everyone exhaled in unison.

Now even the magic weapons have been confiscated. The only way to save face is for one of their own children to come out and challenge and take back the magic weapon.

Nowadays, there are outstanding children in the family, but who can they compare with, Huang Shiren? In front of Murong Ji, he is really just a disciple.

He was transformed into a demon by Murong Ji and taught by Murong Ji.

The question is, if the older generation failed so miserably, will the younger generation fail even more miserably if they take over?

Just ask for it directly? If you ask for it with a licking face, do you still want to save the family's reputation?

When Wang Quanshuo spoke, things became different and there was room for maneuver.

"The new demon king, relying on the power of his magic weapon, is not at a disadvantage when meeting some big demon kings." Xiao Wancheng commented weakly.

Murong Ji raised his head slightly. From the guy's tone, he knew that his injury was serious and he hadn't recovered yet. For a moment, he was a little surprised. What had caused his injury? Could it be the incident in the North a few years ago?

It shouldn't be.

However, it is really not important. Not killing Xiao Wancheng is giving face to Wang Quan.

There is no way to refuse to give face, the Wang Quan family has helped him so much.

Wang Quan Shouzhu listened to Xiao Wancheng's words, nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said, "Young Master Chen, what do you think?"

Murong Ji then raised his head. He knew what Wang Quan Shouzhuo was talking about. It was nothing more than the matter of Huang Shiren participating in this human race gathering.

After thinking carefully, he said, "If you are loyal to the human race, you are a member of the human race. If you damage the interests of our race and destroy the future of our race, you are a traitor. What do you think, senior?"

In an instant, the room fell silent again, as dead as death.

What does Murong Ji mean?! They know very well that the development of the aristocratic family is beneficial to the human race.

Yes, in the short term, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

But, everything will go bad.

How can the various monopolies on cultivation resources formed by the development of today's aristocratic families be beneficial to the development of the human race?
Is it that the human race has no geniuses? Or is it that the human race has no outstanding people?

With such a huge population, even if there is only one genius among a million people, it stands to reason that there should be a dozen outstanding disciples. But what about in reality?
The emergence of a talented disciple in the Taoist Alliance depends on fate and luck.

Not to mention other things, the number of elite disciples alone should not be just over 20,000.

This kind of data is not even as high as the number of people Murong Ji has in the Zhu Xian world.

In the world of Zhu Xian, the three major sects can gather at least 50,000 elite disciples, not counting the elites from the four major sects of the Demon Cult.

As well as the hidden human inheritances such as the Tianlong Palace, Penglai Immortal Sect, etc., are not included.

The human race has always been weak, that's true. But is it the human race that is weak, or the aristocratic families that are weak? !

Wang Quan's face was a little ugly. He didn't say anything. How could he say it? Should he abolish the Wang Quan family? Thousands of years of inheritance, can it be abolished just like that? ! !

Seeing that Wang Quan remained silent, someone else spoke up.

"Hehe, Young Master Chen, don't overestimate yourself. Everyone knows that you have always been close to the demon race. In recent years, you have been living in the boudoir of the Tushan fox demon all year round."

"Hahaha! That little fox smells good, doesn't it?! I heard he's a high-ranking official at Tushan?!"

Murong Ji looked up and saw another unfamiliar patriarch. He didn't need to think too much, he knew that either he had violated his interests or he was coveting his family's business.

Otherwise, why would you jump out and do something so offensive?

Murong Ji ignored him. He was just a nobody. It was too much trouble to remember his name. If he was really tired of it, he would just kill him. Did he really think Murong Ji was easy to talk to?

"The Tushan fox demon has always been beautiful. Young Patriarch Chen is young and full of energy. He cannot resist the temptation of beauty and his character cultivation is not up to par. Everyone should understand this, hahahaha!"

Murong Ji didn't know the person who was speaking, nor did he want to get to know him.

Drink tea with your head down, remember these people, ask someone to check their backgrounds later, and use them as chickens when necessary, isn't that perfect?
But this is not a good way to go. He must establish his authority. Murong Ji glanced at him without waiting for him to speak.

Someone else took up the conversation and said, "He was born in a lowly family, and he is a lowly creature. He is as lowly as his mother, so how can you expect him to keep his heart? It is already a rare and precious thing that he has not become a traitor."

He spoke in a condescending tone, pointing fingers at others, and looked at Murong Ji with his head slightly raised, full of disdain.

(End of this chapter)