The Ancient Dragon Art of Taiko
The Two Women Made Sandbags
Chapter 92 The Second Woman Was Made a Sandbag
"Until overreacting?" Wudang Chanseng, he had not expected the old Dayan residents to be so fanatic, for it had already saved.
"Look at my partner..!" Wudang Chanseng went back to continue his journey again. According to the residents, the capital of Dragon Azhure was not on the black city ground. But the capital of Naga Azhure moved precisely the ruins of the second best sect at that time.
"Let's go...!" Wudang Chanseng left while flying to accelerate Meng Hu's equal mileage.
When the two of them were flying, he could not believe what he saw when he first entered the Azhure Dragon region. Every resident scattered in this region all residents, there is a large statue with the same appearance and height.
Very fanatic!
What's more, he saw the residents who were making new land for agriculture, according to him it was just a waste of time. To him a cultivator, it did not need what kind of food was planted in the territory of Dragon Azhure.
Wudang Chanseng even only thought about the matter of cultivation, not minding the food staples as he saw them.
It was true, at first he agreed and did not think too much about such a thing. But, as he entered the territory of Dragon Azhure, the deeper he went into Dragon Azhure, he finally turned his eyes.
He and Meng Hu looked at the fairy grass, which was planted by the vast Azhure Dragon population, he also saw a small lake in the lotus growing various types of colors that have been ensured high quality.
He was so greedy to pick one. But suddenly there were ordinary residents who stopped. "Hey what are you doing... !"
That voice, was like that of a child who was under the age of Wudang Chanseng and Meng Hu. Wudang Chanseng saw the woman who was alone in the middle of the forest and on the edge of the lake, it should be dangerous if at any time there was a monster that bit the woman.
He was also convinced that the woman was just an ordinary human who only carried a stick and a hood on the head.
Meng Hu did not know and wrinkled his eyes and replied: "Who are you why are you alone in the middle of the forest."
The little lady replied while shaking her head. "I'm not alone but I'm with mom and dad on the other end. I shouted because I did not allow you to take the lotus flowers scattered in this lake."
Wudang Chanseng his face was serious, he looked at the ordinary woman without cultivation said with a frown: "Oh why isn't this the wild, who's fast then he can."
"You are wrong, this bungga is me who planted, because it was instructed by Long Xiandi." The little lady shook her head and looked at the two women, looking solemn.
The little lady, after she was given a stick by the Azhure Dragon Warrior at Long Fai's command, somehow her body became strong and very mysterious. So that little woman he was sadang considered this wand is a magic wand.
Of course the same thing felt in the residents of Dragon Azhure regardless of what ordinary humans are Warriors. Because of this mysterious change, all the citizens of Dragon Azhure became worshipped by Long Fai, and believed that Long Fai was a fearsome sage.
"You're saying, these are all your kings who planted?" Wudang Chanseng was shocked for a moment. But after seeing that the woman was at least an ordinary human she became brave.
"So what? As long as your king is away from here we can pick the flower as we want, right Meng Ho?" Wudang Chanseng smiled slylyly towards Meng Hu
"It's true." Meng Hu also nodded with a smile.
But the little lady, shook fearlessly: "Master, this is an order. If you insist on stealing then forgive me for being rude."
"Hahaha I'm not afraid, you're just a weak little lady, let's get that flower Meng Ho.." Shouted Wudang Chanseng then he intended to run over to bump into the weak little lady.
However, at that time...
"Sir!"
"Bug!"
"Gee!"
"Ouch!"
"You little lady, how dare you torture the royal princess is not forgiven!" Meng Hu shouted he back attacked. He pulled out a small dagger to slash at the little lady's neck which was agile and very witty.
But Meng Hu's efforts were in vain. He was eventually beaten on each elbow so that the fall could not move. The move that the little lady used, was a dog tamer walking stick that suddenly came and was embedded in her brain, after she held the ordinary stick.
"This is impossible, why my strength is useless against you.." Meng Hu was helpless. Even he did not accept such a small woman's treatment of him.
But the little lady made a cold snort: "Humpp turned out to be a very trashy cultivator, huh mending I don't want to be a cultivator. Better to be a normal woman."
"Youyou..." Meng Hu wanted to vomit, as soon as he heard the chattering that the little lady had done.
"What's wrong? This is true, you two are very weak.. I was very disappointed in the cultivator for wishing high." The little lady shrugged her shoulders very innocently.
"You underestimated me..!" Pekik Wudang Chanseng he ran using his hand to slap the little lady's cheek. He saw that Wudang Chanseng's flaming hands were letting out flames.
However the woman was still calm she used the stick to hit Wudang Chanseng's wrist.
"Sir!"
"Ouch!"
"It hurts," Wudang Chanseng screamed. He was hit on both his wrists and on his back with bruises.
"I suggest you give up." The little lady said seriously. But the two women had such high arrogance that they were reluctant to give up.
"I will not give up on ordinary people..! Let's attack again...!" Wudang Chanseng gritted his teeth and shouted.
But...
"Bug!"
"Sir!"
"Buff!"
"Ouch!"
But the result is the same. He put up a fight for how many minutes had passed, the two women had bruises all over his body. He was described as a very sad sandbag.
"Tsk..tsk...kkk...!" The little lady shook her head she said again: "Ok alright I want to rest if you want to fight me, wait how many more hours."
Wudang Chanseng and Meng Hu wanted to scold her inwardly, but to scold her did not dare because if she dared, it would be made a pitiful sack of trash.
"It really hurts, shit..!" Wudang Chanseng was angry, he had just experienced being harassed by humans in such a way. But he also did not know why when he fought a child, his strength seemed to be in prison.
"What kind of macama style is this.." Wudang Chanseng shouted.
"Sir, let's take a break, here, when we recover we teach that son of a bitch a lesson." Meng Hu said it was unclear because both cheeks were so bruised like those in a wasp sting.
"This is right, we have to recover the energy first. When the energy is back, we have to teach the rancid boy a lesson." Wudang Chanseng gritted his teeth he was furious. Even if he returns to Wudang kingdom he must complain to Father.