"What do you mean?"

A middle-aged man with a goatee stared at Lu Fan with a pair of rat eyes: "Are you saying that we have never seen any world?"

The eyes of the other men in black robe also looked at Lu Fan quite unkindly.

"It's ridiculous that the little warrior dares to provoke the majesty of my overseas fairy island."

"Do you really think that if you make a name for yourself in this land, you will not take the world seriously?"

"Just a frog in the well."

"If you can see the Taoist Dharma of my overseas monk, I'm afraid you will kneel down and beg for mercy and spit out all the things you eat in your stomach."

Since Lu Fan appeared, he has never looked at them in person.

Hearing the shouts of several people, he raised his head and asked with a puzzled look: "Why are you vomiting? Did you feel disgusted?"

"What did you say?"

The goatee seemed to be angry and stood up and stared at Lu Fan: "Do you know, who are you talking to?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it instantly attracted the other guests present, and their eyes looked here.

Seeing this, the people from Qianshamen smiled even more.

As soon as Lu Fan appeared, he had a conflict with the guests of the Ji family. This was their favorite thing.

"What's wrong with talking to you, you, you, you...?"

Lu Fan raised his hand and ordered the five overseas monks one by one: "I've finished speaking, do you want me to click again?"

The goatee was about to take off when he saw a man with jade face walking out, staring at Lu Fan and laughing: "It's better, young warriors have achieved a little success, and they are not as good as being proud and complacent. However, practicing martial arts is a inferior. No matter how powerful the ancient warrior is, even a half-step supreme, it is still vulnerable to our Taoist Dharma."

After pausing, the jade-faced monk squinted his eyes, looked at Lu Fan with malicious intentions, blinked his fingernail and said, "I'll just say that. No matter how strong the ancient martial arts cultivation is, it's just a word of death when we meet a sorcerer. We cultivators, when we release the flying sword, we can take the heads of a thousand miles away!"

The domineering expression of this sentence made many ancient warriors present look of hatred on their faces, but they were helpless.

The true energy fluctuating in these people's bodies is so terrifying.

It makes people unable to see through their reality.

"In this world, are there really immortal figures who can fly with swords?"

The person who spoke was a leader of the Nangong family.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Five overseas monks burst into laughter when they heard this.

"Elder Nangong, in your opinion, many things you only exist in legends and hearings. The world is so big that there are many things you warriors can't imagine."

"We have been living overseas for so many years and have not interfered in any matters in the territory of China. Today, when we came to the old land, we realized that our vast Chinese nation has been lost. It's so sad. Humph! What's the point of flying with a sword? The body of immortality of the Yang God, the Dharma image of heaven and earth... Do you know these?"

An overseas monk looked at Elder Nangong like he was looking at an ant.

Mr. Zhang Nangong looked ashen when he heard this, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to refute anything.

After all, not being enemies with any of the Xuanmen people is an iron discipline in any of the ten major families.

"However, I think someone doesn't seem to be convinced."
Chapter completed!