Another disciple of Fanmeng came out.

This person is among these disciples, the highest cultivation is the highest, and the Wuzong Wuzong has been reached.

Seeing this disciple, the man continued to laugh:

"You can't, you, you, add up in my eyes, it's just a group of ants."

Mocked by this man in public, the anger of Fanmeng came up again.

"Grass, I can't bear it anymore, I have to beat him a meal."

However, the disciple of Wupin Wuzong waved his hand to block everyone.

He stared at the man coldly and said:

"Let's go."

"OK."

The man laughed and threw it out with a slap.

Every time this man comes out, there is no trace of spiritual power, and everyone does not know that it is cultivated.

This five -product Wuzong is no exception.

Although he was ready to go out when he stood up, the moment the man shot, he only felt an unparalleled power.

He was dark in front of him and flew out.

"How do I say, garbage is garbage. I also think I am very powerful."

"Grass, I can't bear it anymore, I have to beat him."

Fanmeng's disciples were completely angry. During the speaking, more than 20 people rushed directly.

However, the man still waved his hand, and the more than 20 disciples flew out of the vomiting blood without resistance, and even smashed dozens of people.

For a time, the entire Fanmeng Wudao Square was wailing everywhere.

"Hahaha, don't you have your own strength, is there anyone who wants to come?"

The man laughed.

At this moment, a voice came.

"I'm here."

During the talk, a dark shadow appeared in the square instantly. At the same time, a horrible fist, forcing the man's face.

The man who was laughing didn't care about it, and he dumped it out again. He planned to fly away in the future.

However, this time, I failed to be as his wish.

His slap, instantly hit a fist.

Suddenly, a horrible force broke out, and the air seemed to be blasting.

The man's face changed madly, and he stepped back more than ten steps.

Bang!

His body hit a boulder on the square fiercely, and hit the boulder directly to cracks, so he removed this force.

While the man leaked his strength, a figure appeared on the square.

Seeing this person, the disciples of Fanmeng hurriedly called:

"League Lord."

It is Ji Fan.

Ji Fan glanced at dozens of disciples who were unconscious on the ground around the ground. He looked gloomy and looked at the man.

"His Emperor's realm is repaired, but in front of the disciples of Wang Wuwu, the disciple of the King of Wusheng, it is really good."

"If your skin itch, I can play with you."

At this moment, the man was so angry.

He did not expect that it was Ji Fan's shot just now. When he reacted, he was too late, and he was so embarrassed by a punch.

At this point, he was cold.

"Hum, you think you are eligible to play a trick in front of me by attacked me."

"Play with me, okay, then see if you are enough."

During the talk, he shocked, and a horrible breath broke out instantly.

Suddenly, all the disciples were directly overturned by the momentum of the entire Fanmeng Wudao Square, and everyone retreated back in horror.

Ji Fan's eyes narrowed.

"Five Pin Emperor's Realm."

"No wonder so arrogant."

During the talk, Ji Fan's Zhou Tianxing's body instantly urged. On his body, a group of stars broke out.

At the same time, an extremely domineering momentum came out.

Over the entire martial arts square, the two stars gathered, and for a moment, the wind and clouds changed.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the woman next to the woman rushed up.

"Brother, Ji Fan League, the two please stay."

"Brother, don't forget, we still have something to do here."

Hearing this, the man glared at Ji Fan coldly, and then retracted the momentum. Seeing this scene, Ji Fan's eyes narrowed and dispersed the method.
Chapter completed!