Immortal World Supplier

Of course, this is purely his own play... In fact, no one takes him seriously at all...

"So what if you hit him? Who made his mouth smell bad?"

Yong Wudi straightened his chest, he was used to domineering, except for Fang Qi, he had never really convinced anyone, even Lao Yong, in his eyes, it was just like that.

After spending most of my life, I only organized a Yinyuanhui...

"Do you know who I am? I..."

"Stop...don't say it, you won't be tired if you say it so many times!"

Fang Qi was speechless for a while, and he also remembered who this guy was in front of him. When he was about to arrive in the central city, it seemed that this guy was pestering Li Xiaoxiao and wanted to take Li Xiaoxiao away. They beat him up together.

Fang Qi didn't recognize him before, but as soon as he said that stupid sentence... Fang Qi immediately remembered it.

What the hell...is it necessary to be so arrogant as the son of the head of the Seven Sects?

"Okay... Now that you know my identity, it's easy to handle! These demon tigers are all mine, is there any objection? I can let you go! I know that they are all Nascent Soul cultivators, and they are very powerful, but you Do you think, can you beat so many monks behind me?"

Zhao Wuji pointed to behind him fearlessly. There were about seventy or eighty monks, whose cultivation bases were concentrated between the middle stage of the golden elixir and the great perfection of the golden elixir. There were also three Nascent Soul monks.

The lineup can be said to be extravagant, but it's true when you think about it, Lao Yong is only the son of the president of the Twelfth Society, and he can get him a ghost sword of Nascent Soul cultivator and more than 30 golden elixir stage followers...

Standing behind Zhao Wuji is Xiaoyaomen, one of the majestic seven schools. Although the seven schools and twelve clubs are nominally at the same level...but the gap is clearly there...

The masters of the seven sects are all cultivators of the God of Transformation, and the presidents of the twelve associations are the cultivators of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

So it's not unusual for Zhao Wuji to be followed by nearly a hundred monks.

"You want to bully the few with the more?" Fang Qi made a sad face on purpose.

"What? Is it possible that you still expect this young master to tell you about the morals of the world? Are you too naive? Are you going to leave or I will send you off?"

Seeing Fang Qi's scared expression, Zhao Wuji immediately felt extremely refreshed, aren't you very arrogant? Didn't you beat me up? Now I see how you get out!

"Are you sure, it's me?"

Fang Qi opened his mouth, put his hand on the nose and sniffed it, with a faint smile on his face.

"Heh? I think you will never die until you reach the Yellow River! Wu Hao, bring someone to kill them!"

Wu Hao is the most powerful Nascent Soul cultivator in Zao Wou-ki's bodyguard team. He is now a Nascent Soul cultivator at the second level.

After receiving Zhao Wuji's order, Wu Hao nodded silently, and when he made a move with his right hand, a group of younger brothers behind him all rushed out...

Led by the three Nascent Soul cultivators, they started beating Fang Qi in a swarm.

The two surrounding Tianmeng inspectors are all dead. Even if there is a battle here, no one can control it.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Yong Wudi attacked to the left, and Fang Qi attacked to the right. The two of them rushed out like two individual bazookas, the weapons in their hands twirled wildly, and those pony boys basically used one sword at a time.

Fang Qi is a monk at the fourth level of Nascent Soul, and Yong Wudi is a monk at the seventh level of Nascent Soul... Combat strength is not at the same level!