The real daughter, she went crazy in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 131 Don't You Take A Knife?

Several other male cultivators of the Mystical Realm Hall came over, sizing up Lan Zhi while echoing his words.

"Don't you think that we will pity you because you are good-looking? Don't think about it!"

"Do you think that the Secret Realm Hall is the same as our Xingshang Hall, just need to talk about it? Our Secret Realm Hall is blood-thirsty."

"You don't know anything about secret realms!"

"Isn't it okay to be your senior sister in the Shangshang Hall?"

"Don't you think that since you can be a senior sister of the Shangshang Hall, you can be a senior sister of the Secret Realm Hall? No, let me laugh for a while."

Lan Zhi ignored the sarcasm from the group of people, and only looked at the master of the secret realm hall: "If I don't leave, how are you going to beat me out?"

The senior brother of the Secret Realm Hall turned his head to signal to the people beside him: "Which one of you wants to try?"

Those people looked disgusted: "If she accidentally breaks her skin, she will go back and cry and tell us that we will be in trouble."

On the contrary, there is a young male cultivator named Yin Xicheng who is eager to try: "I like watching beauties cry the most! Look at the trick!"

As soon as the words fell, his whole body struck Lan Zhi like an arrow off the string, and his fist with sparks and lightning smashed into her face with lightning speed.

Lan Zhi stood still and watched steadily.

They thought she didn't have time to react at all, that she was bound to be sent flying, and they didn't even bother to look any further, and turned around to call the steward to deal with their affairs.

however--

Everyone: "???"

Lan Zhi still stood there without moving.

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment, and saw Lan Zhi's raised palm.

Her palm was very small, with white and slender fingers, which looked so fragile that they would break if folded, but they firmly blocked the roaring fist of the young male cultivator.

Yin Xicheng's fists were shining with blue and white rays of light, like electric snakes flickering on and off, but they did not leave any marks on her palm.

Lan Zhi raised her eyebrows: "That's it?"

Yin Xicheng's face flushed red, and he said in disbelief: "You? You...?!"

Before he finished speaking, Lan Zhi pushed forward with the palm of his fist, and Yin Xiyong was thrown away by an incomparably huge force, hitting the gate of the Secret Realm Hall directly.

Lan Zhi withdrew her hand, and glanced at the crowd who couldn't recover: "Who else wants to knock me out? Come on."

The senior brother of the Secret Realm Hall rolled up his sleeves: "It's very arrogant, I'll meet you."

Lan Zhi's eyes flicked over the logo on his robe. He not only wore the logo of the senior brother of the Secret Realm Hall, but also the logo of the senior brother of Daoxiu Pavilion.

She raised her chin: "You don't have a knife?"

This sentence suddenly seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest, and the senior brother of the Secret Realm Hall sneered: "It seems that you are not so easy to be killed, right?"

After the words fell, a murderous aura completely spread throughout the lobby.

His gaze became cold and harsh, as if the blade was unsheathed and would soon be bloodied on the battlefield.

At the same time, Lan Zhi's aura around him also changed.

Her brows and eyes are still stunning, but the strength and fierceness hidden under the astonishment have already rolled up like waves.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, the monks around subconsciously backed away, but the steward rushed to the center of the two in a hurry: "Don't, don't fight here! The accountant just said a few days ago that this month has been seriously overspending. Now, anyone who dares to break something will have to pay three times the compensation!"

The senior brother of the Secret Realm Hall, who was ready to go, suddenly froze like a big cock whose neck had been strangled.

(End of this chapter)