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In the martial world of the martial world, generations upon generations of powerful figures had appeared, flourishing at the peak. There were numerous clans and clans, and the royal family had sealed off the nine great sects, giving them the power to rule the world.

The White Horse Temple is one of the nine great sects.

However, the Temple of Baima was different from other forces in the martial world. Although it had the power to suppress demons, it did not like to fight. It had a high prestige in the hearts of the people, such as the Temple of Baima and the Temple of Baima.

The Temple of Baima was built in the middle of the Baima Mountains, and it was flourishing all year round. People came and went from the Baima Mountain, and over the years, it attracted many vendors to set up business by the foot of the mountains. Many wooden sheds were set up, forming a bazaar.

On a tea stand, there were four or five rough wooden square tables. A few pilgrims who had travelled here from afar and were thirsty gathered around the tables, drinking cold tea in twos and threes.

The tea was only coarse green leaf tea, and was not a good tea. But after the journey and thirst, a bowl of tea was served. It was cool and refreshing, but it felt extremely comfortable.

"You dog, this could even be considered as tea, is this for a person to drink?" However, not everyone knew the word 'content'.

"Pah!"

The large porcelain bowl that held the tea was smashed to pieces on the ground. The pieces of the bowl splattered and the tea splashed into the air.

"What are you doing?" The people at the surrounding tables quickly dodged away, while a few burly men glared at them.

That person was around twenty-four to twenty-five years old. He was dressed in brocade and had a transparent jade pendant hanging from his waist. His clothes were extraordinary, but there was a fierce cry coming from between his brows.

"Customer, this …" The owner of the tea stand was doing business in this sort of place. He had seen all sorts of people coming and going, so he wasn't flustered at all. With a smile on his face, he rushed over and tried to explain something.

"Bam!"

The man stretched out his hand to grab the tea stand owner's arm and pushed him onto the table.

Two lines of blood appeared on the face of the tea shop owner, and he couldn't help but show a trace of anger.

"Friend, aren't you going a bit too far to go out?" A large man frowned and could not bear to watch any longer.

The other tables saw that the person was ruthless and did not want to provoke him anymore.

"Hmm?" The youth suddenly turned his head and stared at the big man's face, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with my matters?"

Anger erupted from the big man's heart. With an ashen face, he slapped his palm and immediately stood up.

"Crack!"

A crack appeared on the surface of the wooden table that was only an inch thick.

"Such great strength!"

The remaining guests drinking tea at the remaining tables all took in a breath of cold air. As they looked at the burly man, their faces revealed traces of shock.

One must have at least several hundred jin of strength in order to be able to easily smash apart that thick wooden table. If it were to land on a person's body, it was likely that their muscles and bones would be broken.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant when you're outside!" The brawny man extended his hand and grabbed toward the young man's shoulder.

Seeing that they were about to start a fight, some timid people in the tea house hurriedly left behind the tea money and ran out of the tea house.

"Is he lecturing me?" A sneer appeared on the young man's face. "Scram!"

With a kick from his leg, a muffled sound of air being torn apart could be heard from his left leg. With just a shake, his foot landed on the big man's chest.

His speed was so fast that ordinary people would not be able to see the trajectory of his left leg.

"Bam!"

Like the muffled sound of a giant hammer smashing onto something, the robust body of the 200 jin man flew out, smashing the tables one by one, and splashing the tea water everywhere.

"Thousand Feet Kick Technique!"

The faces of those who were sitting at the same table as the big man changed drastically.

"You're a member of the Yu Family?"

A trace of fear had already appeared on their faces.

"He is …" "Yu Long!"

"Yu Gongzi, we have eyes but were unable to recognize Mount Tai. My big brother didn't mean to offend him, so I hope that Yu Gongzi can let us live."

Tap, tap, tap …

Yu Long's kick was too powerful. After the man was sent flying and knocked over three or four tables, he still found it difficult to keep his balance and staggered backwards.

Each kick left a clear footprint on the ground.

"What happened to that youth?"

"You must be scared silly …"

Those who had escaped outside the tea house saw a young man with a porcelain bowl in his hand. He was still sitting behind a table with his head slightly lowered, as if he was in a daze.

"Quickly dodge!"

Someone could not help but shout.

"Don't bother me!" The youngster slightly raised his head, one hand holding the bowl, the other reaching out and patting the back of the muscular man.

"Ugh …" The people outside the tea house were stunned.

The man's body that was flying over suddenly stopped, and he came to a stop in an instant.

However, the youth sitting behind the table didn't move at all. Even the teacup in his right hand didn't budge in the slightest.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the man stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.