The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

The gentle female cultivator didn't even have the cultivation of golden elixir. If the other party pressed forward with such a strong aura, the Dantian meridians in her body would be crushed in an instant.

Tang Yu, who was standing behind her, calmly fired out a burst of true energy to dispel the pressure of the momentum so that she would not be harmed. She even scorned this boxing sect in her heart.

"What's wrong with these sons of bitches? They're just trying to be bitches, but they're still building memorial arches, right? They're also helping female nuns. I think these bastards who persecute female nuns are more professional than anyone else. They can smell this even if they're thousands of miles away. The stinking smell of trash."

Yuan Shi's curses came from the mecha fly.

This guy obviously had something to do and was just watching the fun, but the fun didn't happen and he was disgusted.

Knowing that she could not afford to offend this group of people, the gentle female cultivator hurriedly bowed her head and left.

Yang Dao's voice became louder and louder.

"Just now, that fellow was a male cultivator who deliberately pretended to be a female cultivator and came to cause trouble. He bowed his head to the extreme! And he was talking sophistry. Male cultivators are not oppressing female cultivators? Fart, male cultivators are oppressing female cultivators all the time."

"Take the big sects as an example. How many female cultivators are there in the Nine Thunder Sect in the north? I'm afraid I can't pick one out of ten. Isn't this discrimination against female cultivators and oppressing them? Deliberately not giving female cultivators training resources, okay? Let the female cultivators reach a higher level?"

Her words were quickly recognized and praised by the boxing disciples and the female cultivators watching below.

Especially the few female cultivators watching below.

They are all wild cultivators who have not entered the sect.

Not to mention his talent in cultivation, he must be a master of nothing.

In addition, he doesn't look very good, so he wants to rely on male cultivators to help him, but the male cultivators are not willing to do so.

The beatings of life day after day have made them elastic.

Now that they were reminded by Yang Dao, they finally realized why they were so miserable.

This is the persecution of male cultivators! Otherwise, why would a large sect not recruit me as a disciple, but recruit so many male cultivators?

"Put me down. The Nine Thunder Sect's skills are extremely strong and extremely yang. Of course, male disciples are given priority. Why don't you say that the female disciples of the Yin Yang Sect outnumber the male disciples by a large margin?"

A passerby, a male cultivator, couldn't stand listening anymore and couldn't help but retorted loudly.

Yang Dao glanced coldly at the male cultivator who had killed a thousand swords, and cursed in his heart that the man below him deserved to die of plague, and then snorted coldly.

"You are extremely stupid, you are getting benefits without knowing it! The female disciples of Yin Yang Sect prove that female cultivators are better!"

"Yes, it's because we female cultivators are better."

"We female cultivators are so good. These male cultivators are afraid that we female cultivators will surpass them, so they deliberately suppress us."

"Protector Yang is too outrageous!"

The female cultivator of the Boxing Sect and several female cultivators in the audience shouted.

Obviously, the female cultivators in the audience had been successfully influenced by Yang Dao, and it was only a matter of time before they joined the boxing sect.

Some male practitioners were so disgusted by these remarks that they turned around and left.

Tang Yu has begun to get used to it.

Isn't the most disgusting thing about these Sima bitches a double standard?

But he also had to admit that it was the double-standard attitude of Boxing Sect that made them develop extremely fast.

For example, the few mentally retarded female cultivators in the audience have now begun to firmly believe that they were harmed by male cultivators, which is why they are doing so poorly.

As for whether it's my own problem to do poorly.

They certainly don't think so.

Such female Sima cultivators will only admit that they have done one thing wrong in their entire lives, that is, they have found the wrong Taoist companion.

Just as he was hesitating whether to find an opportunity to kill these idiots, Tang Yu suddenly looked towards the other end of the street.

Several Zhang family monks were walking towards an inn with gloomy faces.

The robes of this group of people all have a golden word Zhang embroidered on them to declare their noble status.

Seeing this group of people coming, Tang Yu rolled his eyes and left quickly with a smile.

A group of monks from the Zhang family arrived at the inn and asked them to arrange a few rooms, and also asked the waiter to deliver high-quality spiritual fruits.

Although the immortal cultivators have already practiced fasting, it doesn’t matter if they don’t eat or drink.

But that's only for immortal cultivators with average conditions.

If you have a rich family, who doesn’t have some free time to get some spiritual fruits to eat and play with?

If you are really rich, you will eat all the elixirs as snacks.

The monks of the Zhang family are obviously extremely wealthy masters.

After a group of them sat down, the other monks in the Western Zhou Dynasty subconsciously wanted to stay away from this group of guys who could not afford to offend the most in the north.

"Oh, it's so damn hard to find someone. They all ended up in this remote place."

"A small town like a mountain corner is so boring."

"Where are those who killed Thousand Swordsman hiding? Has he left the north?"

"I'm afraid of this too. If we are sent to other places to find people, I'm afraid we won't be able to come back for decades."

Several Zhang family disciples sighed, trying hard not to pinch their orchid fingers, and deliberately lowered their voices.

Ever since I started practicing that stupid eunuch technique.

Their voices became sharper, and they sounded like eunuchs.

The man we talked about may have left the north.

Everyone in the Zhang family felt a little heavy.

The leader of the Zhang family disciple, who has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, slammed the table and shouted: "Servant, serve some jugs of good wine and some appetizers."

"Good immortal master."

The waiter who ran errands in the Xianjia Inn was a monk who was new to Qi Refining, but he still regarded himself as a mortal and respectfully ran to get the best spiritual wine in the store.

As soon as the food and wine arrived, several Zhang family disciples began to drown their sorrows in wine.

While they were drinking to drown their sorrows, Tang Yu was sitting opposite the fortune-telling stall looking at the group of people.

Seeing the group of people eating, Tang Yu smiled with satisfaction.

Have a few more drinks.

After drinking, we will be on our way later.

"Fellow Taoist, are you still okay..."

When Tang Yu was thinking about how to arrange the other party later, the little Taoist priest setting up the fortune-telling stall asked timidly.

Tang Yu glanced at the little Taoist priest.

The other person has a delicate appearance and a feminine temperament, but his tone is somewhat socially intimidating.

"It's not easy for the Taoist Priest to set up a stall to earn spiritual stones at such a young age. How about you calculate your luck for me?"

Tang Yu joked with a smile.

"To be lucky, you need ten low-grade spiritual stones."

After being teased by Tang Yu, the little Taoist priest felt even more embarrassed and raised his price in a low voice.

Tang Yu rummaged through the storage ring for a long time, and finally found ten low-grade spiritual stones and pushed them over: "No."

The little Taoist priest was not in a hurry to accept it, and asked Tang Yu to stretch out his palm to read the palm, and then took out a Bagua magic weapon and started to deduce it.

After pushing for a while, he looked at Tang Yu with a confused look on his face and said.

"Fellow Taoist, your luck is very messy. Maybe I made a miscalculation."

"It's okay. It's normal for young people to be inexperienced. Just be more careful in your next life."

"..."

"I'm kidding you, but you still don't know how to tell fortunes at home. I'm here to teach you fortune telling. If you go out to eat with your friends, do you treat them as a treat or do you go your own way?"

"A treat."

The little Taoist priest said without hesitation.

"If you want to treat us, there are two inns. One serves beef noodles and the other serves roast duck. Which one do you choose?"

The little Taoist hesitated for a moment and said, "Beef noodles?"

"So there are three flavors of beef noodles, non-spicy beef noodles, normally spicy beef noodles, and extra-spicy beef noodles. Which one do you choose?"

"It must be very spicy."

"Okay, the fortune telling results are out."

Tang Yu smiled and stretched out his palm and said: "Twenty low-grade spiritual stones, but I was not allowed to return them a hundred times."

The little Taoist priest was curious and hesitant for a while, but he still took out ten low-grade spiritual stones and returned them together with Tang Yu's share.

He also wanted to know how the other party dared to say that he was such an accurate fortune teller.

Tang Yu grabbed twenty low-grade spiritual stones and said with a smile: "The fortune telling result is that you like to eat particularly spicy beef noodles."

"..."

PS: Sorry, I could have updated at eight in the morning, but Xiaogong and Ningguang stayed in bed and refused to let me get up, e=(?o｀*))) Sigh