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Chapter 192 Talent
The bearded man recognized Ben Shan and said with a nonchalant smile.

“Hey monk, are you kidding me? This skinny guy with skinny arms and legs, you think he’s a master of your Tantric sect? Don’t be ridiculous. Your snake master is more likely to lead the team.”

Ben Shan seemed a little afraid of the bearded man. He took several steps back and hid next to Zhou You before awkwardly laughing and saying something.

"This Master Zhang, my master has been too busy lately, but this person is indeed a master of our Tantric sect, a wandering monk of the Luo'an school who still keeps his hair."

For some reason, the bearded man suddenly flew into a rage at this first, seemingly ordinary sentence.
"I'm not your business!"

This person directly retorted to Ben Shan's words, and then glared fiercely at Zhou You.

"We've been waiting here for ages, and this is how your Bodhi Temple tries to fool us? We can't even see the master, and now there's not even a senior lama—"

He reached out and pointed to someone who had been acting as if it were none of his business.

"And then you send this kid in his early twenties to manage us? What kind of Dharma can someone that young have cultivated? Are you trying to tell me that this person is actually your Living Buddha?"

"Mountain Lord, this Living Buddha is no joke!" Benshan exclaimed in alarm, waving his hands repeatedly. "And whether you acknowledge him or not, this person is indeed him."

However, a hand gently reached out from beside him, interrupting what he was about to say.

—It is about traveling around.

He raised his gentle, smiling face and spoke to the bearded man.

"My friend, you seem to have a lot of complaints about me. May I ask why?"

The bearded man immediately sneered.

"Dissatisfied? Of course I'm dissatisfied! Everyone gathered here is a well-known figure in Lizhou—even that poor scholar fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Why should we listen to this little kid just because this monk has a word to say? With your body that could be blown away by the wind, you probably couldn't even withstand one move from me, Old Zhang!"

Although the people around did not echo his sentiments, no one objected either; even the scholar who had just been fighting to the death had the same expression on his face.

—What right do you have to lead this bunch of monsters and demons when you've just met us and haven't even shed your fuzzy hair yet?
Zhou You immediately understood what they meant.

Well, this is dissatisfaction with the parachuted-in leader.

However, Zhou You just smiled and didn't say anything.

He casually took a few steps to the side, pulled out a short knife from the mess nearby—it looked like it was for chopping vegetables—weighed it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he spoke to the bearded man.

"So you mean, if I can beat you, you'll admit I'm the leader?"

Seemingly taken aback by the answer, the bearded man paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously.

"Of course! But once we start fighting, it'll be a fight to the death. Don't blame me if I end up eating you alive."

But the moment he finished speaking, Zhou You's figure vanished.

Then, in mid-air, a flash of cold light appeared—

Before the bearded man could react, the blade had already closed in to within two feet of him!

How could this person be so fast?
The thought raced through my mind and immediately transformed into boundless terror and astonishment.

—Damn, almost all of my skills come from casting spells, what should I do now?
Watching the blade flash by like lightning, the bearded man subconsciously uttered two words.

"Summon."

However, the word "please" was only uttered once before the blade was already close to his body.

The bearded man had no choice but to retreat.

However, the short knife, like a leech clinging to a bone, advanced immediately. The bearded man retreated again.

The blade advances again.

Seeing that the blade was already close to his body and that he had nowhere to retreat—and remembering his identity as the mountain lord, the bearded man finally flew into a rage.

"You son of a bitch, don't go too far!"

Just like before, layers of spikes popped out of his body and were about to burst forth.

But the next moment.

"Om".

Upon hearing the truth, the bearded man froze.

Although he immediately broke free from the illusion, in that split second, the dagger was already at his neck.

—But even with his throat about to be slit, the bearded man did not give up.

He stared at the rough blade, his face growing redder and redder, as if he were consumed by rage. He glared at Zhou You with his eyes wide like copper bells.

"Youngster, don't you fucking go too far!"

Its body grew larger and larger, its jet-black mane growing wildly around its neck, and its chubby face becoming increasingly inhuman—

But at that moment, dozens of silver needles stained with green light pierced his body.

The bearded man, no longer resembling a human, angrily turned his head, only to see the ugly face of the pale-faced scholar.

"You idiot, revealing your true form here, are you trying to crush everyone here?!"
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After a while.

After much persuasion from the crowd, the bushy beard finally returned to its original shape.

However, he was still fuming and looked at Zhou You with a rather unfriendly gaze.

He still felt that Zhou You had only gained the upper hand by launching a sneak attack, otherwise he would not have been forced into this situation.

However, no one cared about his feelings at the moment. Na Benshan finally fulfilled his duty and introduced the people here to Zhou You.

"Master, this is Ma Changgeng, the second-in-command of the gang. He's an outlaw on Songguan Mountain, known as the Jade Gentleman. His skill with hidden weapons is unparalleled in Lizhou, and he's also adept at using poison."

The pale-faced scholar nodded to Zhou You, his attitude was acceptable, but he didn't say much more.

"This is the Bone-Melting Ghost, one of the Four Ghosts of Tajiang. Several of his brothers were absent recently, so he's the only one attending this gathering. But don't underestimate him; his Bone-Melting Skill is unparalleled. An ordinary person would die from the slightest touch."

An elderly dwarf clasped his hands in greeting to Zhou You.

"And this one is Cai Yuankui, the God of Wealth, whose Money Finger technique is unmatched. More importantly, he is a smooth talker. The fact that nothing major has happened recently is all thanks to his maneuvering."

The plump, white-skinned merchant smiled and bowed to Zhou You—he was the only one in the group who could be described as kind.

"As for the one you fought, he is the mountain lord who controls the entire Taiming Mountain. His true form can overturn mountains and seas when he charges in, not to mention he also possesses magic that can capture ghosts and summon gods. He can be called a local hero."

The bearded man snorted coldly and turned his head away from him.

Then Ben Shan introduced other people: some used Gu poison, some refined souls, some cast curses, and some used poison.
There are many different kinds of things.

Looking at this chaotic bunch of monsters and demons, Zhou You couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

—They're all fucking bastards.
Talent!
(End of this chapter)