LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
73.LOSING MARTIAL ARTS.
Perhaps because splitting martial arts were unusual even at the mortal level, every sect in the Sacred Region caught them.
They split their core martial arts to prevent the degenerate disciples from spreading them.
Only the sect leader disciples had the right to study the entire set of martial arts.
Tan Wen Hong turned his head to look at the Cai clan and the Lei clan.
They were shocked, but their eyes showed deep regret.
Perhaps it was because they were negligent in guarding their heritage martial arts and allowed the Valley of Hell to steal them.
Especially with regards to the Cai clan, who quickly gave it away.
It must have really eaten Cai Rong inside by now!
“Clan Head, please take out your heritage martial arts.” Fatty placed the jade slip on the table with a smile.
But only Tan Yunchang brought out his clan's martial arts.
After Lei Yuting learned of Yang Ming's betrayal, she returned the Return Dragon Palm to Tan Yunchang.
But the other clan heads looked at each other in shame.
Fatty frowned as he stared at them.
Sighing, Lei Yuntian cupped his hands together,
“Your Majesty, I cannot protect my ancestor's martial arts from the hands of the thieves of the Valley of Hell. I accept His Majesty's punishment. ”
“What?” Fatty slaps the table.
Cai Rong also cupped his hands, “Yang Mulia ... I am the same ..”
Fatty's body shivered in anger, “-you, how are you two Clan Chiefs? Have you forgotten the instructions of your ancestors? You should keep it with your life. ”
Both on their knees, “Excuse us, Your Majesty.”
Fatty sighed while scratching his head.
“Give your mother!”
Fatty could not help it and started raining curses and spitting all over the kneeling figure of Cai Rong,
“For what did you take a deep ranked martial art, cabbage? Even the Imperial family only had four of them.
And they are each registered. If I take one, everyone will know. How will your clan rise then? ”
“You stupid pig, are you tired of living?” Fatty slapped Cai Rong then stomped his foot.
Cai Rong curled up and shivered on the ground.
“What now, what now? Order of the Secret Pearl destroyed!” Fatty pacing.
Tan Wen Hong smirked and two jade pieces appeared with a glint in his hand, “3rd Prince, no need to worry. I have the martial arts of their clan. ”
“What?”
The two Clan Chiefs shouted in unison, staring dumbfoundedly
towards Tan Wen Hong.
Cai Rong in particular, for not witnessing Tan Wen Hong's prowess, couldn't believe what was happening.
Lei Yuntian gave Tan Wen Hong a nod of thanks.
If not for him, not only would the Lei clan not recover, they would even be executed in anger by the 3rd Prince.
“Ha-ha-ha, Stewardess Tan Wen Hong, you are truly amazing. I understand why Elder Jiu of the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion praised you so much! ”
Fatty was overjoyed, and ran to
Tan Wen Hong to hug, “If it wasn't for you, I would have failed in the Imperial Father's duties. I owe you.”
Smiling, Tan Wen Hong shook his head, “This is all for the Tan clan!”
“Ya, right, for the Tan clan and for me, ha-ha-ha.”.