Super King of Soldiers in the City

"No." Xiaoqing shook his head, "The battle of disciples in the same realm is conducive to the improvement of the disciple's cultivation level, and it can arouse the disciple's enthusiasm and become harder."

"But if the elders of the Xiandi attack the disciples of Xianzun, then the realm is suppressed. Therefore, this kind of thing is not allowed by the sect."

Wang Fan nodded and did not ask any more.

"Hey, maidservant, I saw the deity, but I just came to see him? By the way, what do you think of the deity's proposal? Following this trash, what is the future, why don't you come here and be the deity's bedside furnace top?"

While the two were walking, a young man stepped out and pointed to Xiaoqing's nose and said arrogantly.

His voice fell, and there was a burst of roar of laughter in the surroundings, and there was even a lot of noise.

Xiaoqing's face turned ugly when she heard this, but she was clenching her teeth, and she didn't dare to say anything at all.

Wang Fan's expression didn't change much either, he looked at the young man calmly.

This is a ninth-floor cultivator of the Immortal Venerable, and his cultivation is far from reaching the peak of the ninth-floor of the Immortal Venerable.

But from the aura, the strength should look pretty good.

However, Wang Fan's heart was somewhat speechless.

There is such a disgusting disciple at the gate of the temple? In other words, this kind of monk can also enter the gate of the temple?

Seeing Wang Fan's gaze, the young man smiled coldly, "What are you looking at? This low-handed maid has taken a fancy to it, is it possible that you have an opinion?"

He was very arrogant and domineering, and didn't put Wang Fan in his eyes at all.

In his eyes, Wang Fan is just a coward who fears war.

And such a person, even if he is a fellow apprentice brother, he hasn't paid attention to him at all.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Wang Fan shook his head, and there was another roar of laughter around him, and everyone's eyes looked at Wang Fan even more disdainful.

Even Xiaoqing looked at Wang Fan in shock, feeling a sense of loss and disappointment in his heart.

"Haha, even if you are interested, I don't dare to forgive you." The young man laughed unscrupulously when he heard Wang Fan's words.

However, before his laughter fell, he felt a strong aura directly oppressing him, and then a fist blasted towards his dantian.

"Do you dare—" After regaining his senses, the young man's face changed drastically.

It's just that he didn't have time to react at all, and he couldn't even dodge. With a bang, Wang Fan's fist had fallen on his Dantian.

A cloud of blood splashed out instantly, and the young man screamed and flew upside down, then fell to the ground like a dog.

This scene made the expressions of the monks around them all solidified, and even the previous disdain and laughter were solidified on their faces.

Dead!

Deathly silence!

No one thought that Wang Fan, the younger junior brother they looked down upon, had such a violent and cruel side that he would explode other people's dantian when he shot.

Wang Fan casually retracted his hand and looked at the young man with a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't hold it back for a while, it exploded your dantian, you shouldn't have any opinions, right?"

As he said, the murderous intent on him suddenly rose to the sky, locking the young man.

Under the pressure of that terrifying aura, the young man's face immediately turned pale, and he quickly said with difficulty, "No, no opinion."

At this moment, endless regret and resentment were in his heart.

However, even if he regrets it again, even if it is bitter, he has no power to avenge him.

The cultivation base is abolished, for him, life will be worse than death.

"It's best to have no opinion." Wang Fan nodded faintly, and then went on with Xiao Qing.

However, he didn't take a few steps, and a series of angry voices came over.

"Wang Fan, blast Senior Brother Zhang's Dantian, are you too much?"

"Hmph, everyone is the same sect brother, you still have such a heavy hand, it is inhumane!"

"You, a coward who fears and avoids war, can only sneak attacks?"

For a time, countless monks jumped up, killing intent soaring to the sky, pointing at Wang Fan and yelling.

Wang Fan glanced at the monks indifferently. There were a total of twelve people, five immortal statues on the 9th floor of Consummation, and seven immortal statues on the top of the 9th floor.

Wang Fan looked at these people, his expression unchanged, and said lightly, "Why, is it possible that you have opinions?"

While speaking, he grabbed his right hand and the Primordial Divine Sword appeared in his hand.

The ancient divine sword uttered a buzzing sword sound, a terrifying sword intent and murderous aura, slowly diffused.

The twelve monks never thought that Wang Fan would be so arrogant, facing the twelve of them, he even dared to draw his sword.

One of the Immortal Venerables smiled coldly and said, "What? If we say that we have an opinion, is it possible that you have to abolish us?"

Wang Fan nodded seriously, "You are right. If you dare to have opinions, then today, all of you will be ordinary people."

"Because people like you are not worthy of being cultivators. The sect cultivating you will only do harm to the world."

"Haha." The Immortal Venerable laughed angrily when he heard Wang Fan's words perfectly.

What an arrogant monk, it was the first time he saw him, such an arrogant monk.

The other eleven cultivators were also extremely angry, with murderous intent on their bodies.

By what Wang Fan said, is this provoking all of them?

"Hmph, it's you who is the one who is doing harm to the world. Our temple gate has a ruthless disciple like you, that is the misfortune of my temple gate."

"Kill, kill him!"

"It's too arrogant to mutilate the same door, kill him!"

For a while, those monks all became angry.

At the same time they roared, their bodies were surging, swords and swords burst into the sky, and they madly killed Wang Fan.

Xiaoqing's pretty face turned pale when she saw this scene.

She never thought that Wang Fan would provoke so many seniors at once.

However, she did not step back, but followed Wang Fan.

"Chihuahua, looking for death! Is it possible that you really think that if I don't accept your challenge, I am afraid that you will not succeed?"

"Originally, I thought that everyone was the same, and I didn't want to go too far, but since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you."

Wang Fan said with a sneer, one hand suddenly picked up Xiao Qing, and the other hand waved the Archaic Sword and killed him.

His speed reached the extreme, pulling out a phantom afterimage, and between the heaven and the earth, the sword light had appeared in the sky.

Each of these dazzling sword lights was wrapped in a terrifying sword intent and killing power. For a while, it seemed like a rain of swords fell in the sky, covering the twelve people madly.

The twelve people noticed the sword intent that locked them, and their complexions changed drastically.

"How can this be?"

"no no!!"

They screamed in horror, banging, a series of noises, under those sword lights, their offensive was all shattered.

Following a series of splashes of blood rain, everyone screamed and fell down.

Their dantians were all pierced by the sword light, and their cultivation was completely lost.

One sword defeated the ninth level of the twelve great immortals.

Horrible!

Wang Fan fell to the ground and didn't look at those people, but took Xiaoqing and continued on.

However, at this moment, no one dared to mock Wang Fan out loud.

The monks all looked at Wang Fan with shocked faces, their expressions in silence.

What a strong strength!

Such strength, even the two great saints, is difficult to suppress, right?

Even Xiaoqing, who was being pulled by Wang Fan, was shocked, and couldn't believe this scene.