651 The Powerful Ming Tie (1/2)

Chapter 651: The Powerful Ming Tie

Translator: Noodletown TranslatedEditor: Noodletown Translated

”Qingfeng Li, you hit the men of the Iron Fist Sect. Now I'll give you a chance to break your hands by yourself, and kneel down to apologize.” Slightly raising his head, the young man said arrogantly with a faint smile.

Kneel down to apologize?

Qingfeng Li frowned, with a flash of cold light in his eyes, ”Your men of the Iron Fist Sect all like kneeling down? In that case, I'd like to say, if you fall to your knees as an apology to me, I promise I won't punch your face. Otherwise I'll beat you to a disgusting pig.”

”I'm Ming Tie, the young sect master of Iron Fist Sect, how dare you scold me? Do you want to die?” The young man said insidiously with his face darkened.

As the young sect master of Iron Fist Sect, Ming Tie was responsible for the affairs in the secular world. Eastern Sea City Martial Arts School brought their talents into Iron Fist Sect as its new blood, while Green Hair provided Ming Tie with money by demanding protection fee and committing pengci at the railway station.

Young sect master Ming Tie?

Qingfeng Li gave a chilling smile, with a hint of worry in his eyes. It was true that he had once defeated Ying Zhou with ease, and that was because Ying Zhou's strength was only lower heaven level early-stage. This Ming Tie, however, was lower heaven level mid-stage.

Of course, Qingfeng Li was now also lower heaven level mid-stage, so he was surely not afraid of Ming Tie with regard to strength. Actually, it was Ming Tie's identity of Iron Fist Sect's young sect master that was beyond his expectation.

By talking with Xianzhi Qin, Qingfeng had known that the sect master of Iron Fist Sect was a Higher Heaven level master, as a result of which he did not intend to completely become Iron Fist Sect's enemy. But it seemed that he had to, since Ming Tie came to give him trouble today.

”Ming Tie, I remember there is a rule in the ancient martial arts world that they do not bully ordinary people in the secular world, and you seem to have broken the rule?” Qingfeng Li queried with a faint smile.

”Rules are rigid, while men are flexible. What is more, it was Green Hair who demanded a protection fee, so it can't be regarded as a violation since he is one of the ordinary. But you, dared to scold me today, it's impossible for you to leave in one piece.” Ming Tie smiled coldly with a trace of cruelty in his eyes, and said with a tone of threat.

Ming Tie stepped toward Qingfeng Li once he finished his speech, intending to hit the guy in order to let he know that the dignity of Iron Fist Sect could not be violated.

Nowadays the society had become resource-oriented. The commonly needed resources might be money, authority and fame, while ancient martial artists also demanded resources, like money, elixirs, cultivation techniques and so on.

Like the saying that the poor succeeded by going to school which was economical while the wealthy succeeded by learning martial arts which were costly, the ancient martial artists' course of cultivation and refinement also was very costly because they needed money to buy elixirs, such as the thousand-year-old ginseng, as well as some rare herbal medicines.

The railway station was the most flourishing place in Eastern Sea City. Therefore Green Hair used to earn millions of Yuan per month in the railway station neighborhood. And most of the money was given to Ming Tie for the purchase of spirit herbs. Due to Green Hair's injury, the earnings would shrink greatly. As a result, surely Ming Tie wanted to give Qingfeng Li trouble. Otherwise he did not deserve to be the young sect master.

Ming Tie walked toward Qingfeng Li, and his strength increased along with each of his steps. The atmosphere had become extremely serious.

Ho!

Ming Tie shouted in a low voice, suddenly swinging his right fist as if he had thrown a rock. Instantly there were four big holes appearing in the air, which were smashed through by his fist.

Lower heaven level late-stage?

Qingfeng Li felt depressed as his pupils shrank. Only the lower heaven level late-stage had the strength of two thousand kilograms, who was able to tear up the air with one punch. The force was pressed to such an extreme degree that the air was compressed.

”Wind-Edge Palm.” Qingfeng Li dared not to be careless, suddenly blew out the Wind-Edge Palm, ripping apart the air with a green light, ending up with crashing into the opponent's fist.