"Tsk tsk, this Seven Sword Immortals is going to be exciting. I don't know how many people will die or how much blood will shed. I'm really 'fighting for fame'."

The discussion rose again.

Everyone discussed who was nominated for the candidates for the Seven Sword Immortals, but Old Man Li didn't know anymore.

"Peng!"

Just as there was a hot discussion on the ground floor of Yougui Pavilion, the door was suddenly kicked open not far away.

A group of people in black were in full force and entered in a row.

The sick young man Xu Xiaoshou shook his slap and looked back. He happened to see Feng Xiao, who was kicked away by his second real body, followed closely behind a white man in black-clothed scarred face with a burly old man in black, with resentment in his eyes:

"Just him..."

"Who is Xu Gusheng..."

But he didn't dare to speak loudly, obviously he was afraid of being kicked.

Yingying and Que'er ran from outside in a hurry, obviously not blocking the men in black.

After looking around, he finally found the sick and delicate young man in the crowd, and hurried over and said anxiously:

"Mr. Xu, Yingying has important matters to discuss. Can she move to the backyard?"

Xu Xiaoshou laughed at the sound.

This girl Yingying is so clever!

Can the advice to withdraw so tactfully? Is it because of these people’s background, which is above the descendants of Taixu, the sword tomb of the East Region?

"Young Master is still laughing!"

The girl Yingying stamped her feet in a hurry, and she tiptoed to stop blowing. She just lowered her voice and said, "They are really not easy to mess with!"

"Oh? It's not easier to mess with than me, Xu Gusheng?"

"Young Master!"

——What about me, Xu Xiaoshou, the Seven Sword Immortal, and my Holy Slave Master?

The sick young man slapped the slap, and poked the girl Yingying's forehead without listening to the advice. She slapped off Miss Que'er's hand holding his clothes, making the two women stomped their feet behind them.

What a delicate young man!

It's really not to go!

“Worried, passive value, +232.”

He waved his fan like this, walked through the open passage that was automatically diverted, and looked at the burly old man in the lead with a smile and said:

"This young master never kills the nameless people."

The old man in black is still stronger, as strong as a tiger, and he is one and a half head taller than the sick young man who is already a tall man.

Behind him, all men in black, were like this, looking like giant beasts in human skin.

Hearing the sound, the old and strong man bowed his hand, and the seal belt was wrapped around his hand. His eyes were shining with thunder and the buzzing sound was as loud as thunder:

"Ghost Gang, Ghost Face!"

There was no spiritual essence, and the sound waves alone made the tables and chairs of Yougui Pavilion tremble, and the crowd of onlookers stumbled and their faces were pale.

Among them are innate, grandmaster spirit refiners.

The sick young man shook his body, which seemed unstable, but in fact he removed his strength to avoid the resonance of the powerful force in his body, and exploded and smashed the entire Yujing City.

Taixu?

No, it is comparable to Taixu's physical cultivation, but not very pure physical cultivation, and the body of a master is not considered a master.

Is it because of the seal belt? The power was sealed a little, and the momentum was so amazing. This guy is not easy to deal with.

"You're a little interesting, bodybuilding? I chose the road much stronger than Feng Xiao, but it's hard to walk... Ghost and God Gang, are you the strongest?"

Everyone beside him was silent, but his face turned pale and stared at the sick young man, as if he was surprised by the ignorance of this person.

Even if it is a dragon crossing the river, how can it be suppressed by a local snake?

Old Man Li had already taken his feet off the bench, and he bent his body and shrank timidly. He wanted to remind him, but raised his head and squirted twice and chose to close his mouth.

"No, I'm just the deputy of the Ghost Gang."

The old and strong man who claims to be a ghost face has scars on his face and is full of achievements.

He clearly came here to ask for trouble, and at this moment he was respectful and obviously felt a little afraid.

The strong are all on a whim!

Feng Xiao next to him only pulled down his sleeve. Before he could speak, Peng was knocked away on the spot and flew out of Yougui Pavilion again and went out of the unfilled skylight.

And there was no one present except for the sick young master Xu Xiaoshou, and no one could see the ghost face and take action.

"I beat the young ones and the old ones out, layer after layer. It's so troublesome. Call your eldest son together." The sick young man pulled open the chair and sat down.

"He can't come." The ghost-faced old man followed with his eyes and shook his head, "I'll fight you."

"I'm tired. I'm waiting here for your boss."

"He can't come."

"Oh? You are so arrogant? Who is your boss, who is your surname?"
Chapter completed!