Super King of Soldiers in the City

Wu Lan looked at this scene with a very ugly expression.

He never imagined that Wang Fan would be so strong that he would do it when he said he would do it, and he also hit one of his followers in an instant.

As for the rest of Wu Lan's followers, it was also because of Wang Fan's sudden action that they became completely angry.

"Wang Fan, you are too arrogant."

"Let's go together and teach him a lesson!"

"Can the evildoers on the top 100 list be so rampant?"

Those followers couldn't help roaring in anger, and immediately killed all of them towards Wang Fan.

Surrounded by divine essence, they were powerful and mighty, and a group of seven or eight cultivators killed all of them at Wang Fan in an instant.

This shocking scene instantly attracted the attention of many people.

"That is, Wu Lan and Wang Fan?"

"My God, didn't Wang Fan just join the Heavenly Wolf Pavilion, why would Wu Lan still trouble him?"

"Come and have a look."

When the monks saw this scene, they all watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and they all gathered around.

It's definitely a rare time for Tianlang Pavilion's own people to fight outside.

After all, according to normal circumstances, even if there is a conflict, it should be resolved within the Heavenly Wolf Pavilion.

However, Wang Fan and Wu Lan fought in the public area outside the Tianlang Pavilion, which was a bit interesting.

Wang Fan saw seven or eight monks slaughtering towards him, and his expression was also extremely difficult to see.

"It seems that you really don't have a long memory at all. If that's the case, then don't blame the young master for being rude."

He said coldly, and directly stepped out, killing the seven or eight people directly.

When the seven or eight monks saw Wang Fan coming, they were not afraid at all. One of them approached Wang Fan in an instant, and while waving his right hand, a sword light cut through the sky and slammed down directly at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked at the dazzling sword light, he didn't even hide, the thunder wind element energy was on his body, he moved his feet, and instantly killed the cultivator.

His figure just flashed in mid-air, and the opponent's one was already lost, and the divine essence burst on the ground, but it did not cause any damage.

Wang Fan didn't care so much, turned his head abruptly, and pointed at the other party with one finger.

Whoosh!

puff!

With two sounds, Zhifeng penetrated the cultivator's chest sharply, the cultivator's face turned pale, and when he was carried upside down by the wind, he fell from mid-air to the ground.

Wang Fan kept walking and continued to kill the others.

A man approached Wang Fan with a sneer, and shot his right hand forward. A large palm print of the divine essence appeared in an instant, setting off an endless storm, and shot directly at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan glanced at him, but he didn't even bother to dodge. He grabbed his right hand, and the Divine Sword appeared in his hand, and then only heard a swoosh, and it was a sword against the convenience.

bang.

There was another loud noise, the man's palm print was directly torn apart by the sword glow, and the sword glow fell on him, cutting off countless blood mists.

"I didn't plan to move you, but since you are actively courting death, then you can't blame me."

Wang Fan looked at those people, his voice was extremely cold.

But Wu Lan and the monks who were watching were all shocked.

"how can that be?"

"Is that really Wang Fan? I'm not mistaken, right?"

"He actually inflicted heavy damage on the eighth floor of two Yellow Realm Gods in a short period of time. This..."

They were really shocked.

Because the two people that Wang Fan had previously crushed strongly were the genuine eighth-layer Huang Jingshen.

On the other hand, Wang Fan's cultivation is only at the peak of the Holy Emperor.

The realm is so different, and it has even been crushed?

Wang Fan didn't care so much. He glanced at the other five cultivators, and without any hesitation, he had already killed them.

Bang!

With a fist wrapped in Divine Essence, it landed on the chest of one of the cultivators.

Then the cultivator spewed a blood mist from his mouth, screamed in agony, and was immediately blasted out, flying thousands of meters away.

Wang Fan instantly approached another person and swept out again.

Bang!

With another sound, the cultivator was also kicked away instantly and vomited blood.

In front of Wang Fan, these Gods of the Yellow Realm were seven or eight layers, and they were like chickens and dogs, and they were completely vulnerable.

At this moment, not to mention those monks watching the battle, even the remaining three followers of Wu Lan were completely stunned. The eyes that looked at Wang Fan were like those of a freak. Full of fear.

If they hadn't known that Wang Fan's cultivation was only a Saint Emperor, they would almost have thought that Wang Fan was a Profound Realm God.

You must know that only Profound Realm Gods can crush them in such an understatement.

The onlookers were also dumbfounded and stunned.

They stared blankly at Wang Fan, only to feel that this guy was suddenly in a mess.

Wang Fan didn't care about this and continued to kill the others.

His left-handed fist, right-handed sword, every time he attacked, it set off an endless storm of divine essence, and one person would fall.

Seeing this scene, Wu Lan's face became even more gloomy, and her heart was burning with anger.

However, Wang Fan ignored Wu Lan and continued to kill the rest of the people, only two of them couldn't breathe, and the last two monks had already fallen.

Wang Fan looked at Wu Lan, and said with a sneer, "Wu Lan, do your followers have so little strength? Dare to provoke even this?"

When Wu Lan heard this, her face twitched fiercely, and she couldn't help clenching her fists tightly.

He stared at Wang Fan and said coldly: "Wang Fan, you are too arrogant, you dare to humiliate my followers like this, then you can't blame me."

As he said that, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, and then with a flash, he killed Wang Fan.

As a mysterious god, Wu Lan's speed is naturally extremely fast, and the whole person seems to be transformed into a line, and instantly appears in front of Wang Fan.

He couldn't do anything either, he was forced by Wang Fan too impatiently.

His followers were beaten like this. If he, the master, does not come out, what will those followers think?

Moreover, after being slapped in the face by Wang Fan twice, he had long been angry and wanted to vent.

"Wu Lan, he, he actually wants to shoot?"

"The Profound Realm God beat the Holy Emperor, isn't this a bit bullying?"

"Hey, things are getting bigger now, there's a good show to watch."

Seeing that Wu Lan was about to start, the cultivators who were watching were stunned.

They wanted to see if Wang Fan could beat Wu Lan and whether he could compete with the Profound Realm God.

Wang Fan saw Wu Lan coming, but he didn't touch it, but a flicker, and avoided the past.

He looked at Wu Lan and said disdainfully: "Too arrogant? Who is arrogant? What's more, I am arrogant, what can you do?"

Wang Fan's heart was very unhappy, because he really never thought about this.

But this Wu Lan is trying to trouble him, so what can he do?

When Wu Lan heard Wang Fan's words, she didn't bother to continue talking nonsense, so she rushed to kill Wang Fan.

Today, he must teach Wang Fan a painful lesson.