Unparalleled Martial God

"If the young master knew that the scheme that he painstakingly designed was simply not worth mentioning and was even worse than bullsh * t, what sort of mood would he have?"    

    

Shangguan Bao found it hard to imagine. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the Rutty Punch that Chu Yang had mentioned.    

    

"Is that really the case? Is the young master's reaction really that great?"    

    

He realized that pile of feces was truly terrifying. If he had hinted like that from the very beginning, the young master of his clan would definitely have thought of something like that.    

    

"…"    

    

Chu Yang was under the jurisdiction of Lu Ti, and the master of his house was that dirty bastard, Zhen Guanxi — when he realized that this seemed to be gradually turning into reality, he became speechless.    

    

The silence was broken by Chu Yang.    

    

He cupped his fist towards the crowd and said, "How about it? Was I too cool just now that I mesmerized thousands of girls?"    

    

After a pause, he smiled at Shangguan Bao: "What do you think?"    

    

With Chu Yang's smile, Shangguan Bao felt chills down his spine for some reason. He felt that if he didn't give a proper answer, he would be doomed for sure.    

    

"This country bumpkin definitely has a trick up his sleeve!"    

    

Shangguan Bao didn't praise or belittle him, saying, "I'm just a dog!"    

    

"You should say that — mind you, I'm just a dog, don't make things difficult for me!"    

    

Damn it, Shangguan Bao really wanted to fight this country bumpkin to the death. It hurt his self-esteem to say it so clearly.    

    

"What are you staring at? Do you even have self-respect?" Chu Yang further embarrassed Shangguan Bao and smiled: "You don't have self-respect, is that true?"    

    

I can't afford to offend him, can I?    

    

Shangguan Bao immediately shut his mouth.    

    

"Are you trying to say that I can't afford to offend you, and I can't hide from you?"    

    

I can't tell you the truth.    

    

With a "putong", Shangguan Bao didn't pay attention and tripped and fell over.    

    

"Wa, ka, ka!" Chu Yang was overjoyed. He put his hands on his hips and laughed arrogantly, "Hey, are you hurt? This commander-in-chief is reputed to be an invincible mouth cannon, but you have witnessed the power of a true mouth cannon, why don't you quickly kneel down and worship it! "    

    

After a pause in his laughter, he said to the crowd, "As the saying goes, a disease comes from the mouth. A disaster comes from the mouth. This marshal will remind everyone that when we speak later, we must think through the words in our heads. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe and this dog of yours will be the result. "    

    

"Country bumpkin, you're threatening us! Even if your poem's bullshit isn't good, I still have to praise you? "    

    

"Who do you think you are? It's nothing more than a pile of sh * t. Even if I say you're a country bumpkin, I'll still praise you."    

    

"What kind of bullsh * t poem is that? I didn't see the poem you wrote, did the rotten one scare everyone?"    

    

"..."    

    

As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, many people in the crowd started to speak maliciously. Many people were very ear-piercing and they completely denied such a poem, but no one dared to speak up for justice.    

    

This was obviously the battle between Chu Yang and the six young masters of the capital. It was extremely dangerous, who would dare to interfere?    

    

"That pile of sh * t. Did you see that? No one said anything. Everyone acknowledged my words."    

    

His age was about the same as Shangguan Bao's, and he was very eye-catching. He directly made the judgement for everyone; moreover, looking at his appearance, it seemed that anyone who dared to destroy his position at this time would surely make that person unable to live or die.    

    

He pointed at Chu Yang and said, "Not only are you a pile of sh * t, the poem you wrote is also a pile of sh * t!"    

    

"That's right, a pile of feces can only be written out as a pile of feces!"    

    

"A pile of sh * t that stinks unbearably, and you don't even know that you're about to suffocate from smoking. You're still complacent, and you don't even know what that means!"    

    

"How laughable, you actually dare to take out a poem like this to make a fool of yourself!"    

    

Weng! *    

    

The air hummed as Chu Yang swept his gaze over with a pair of extremely cold eyes. The reason was very simple. He was using Li Bai's big poem to act cool, so he had to be responsible for Li Bai's big poem.