Although Fan Yulang and the others were bound hands and feet, their necks could still be turned, they glanced at each other and were silent.

"Hehe..."

Wang Yi laughed again, he had already guessed this kind of result, and immediately raised his left hand and pressed down in the void.

'Puff...'

The four of them fell without any suspense, and their heads suddenly plunged into the bucket, making waves.

"Shhhh Whew..."

Wang Yi stared ahead, kept his left hand pressing, and held the cigarette roll in his right hand, putting it in front of his mouth to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, meditating.

These four guys are less than thirty years old, but their cultivation is in the third to fifth layers of Jindan.

With such age and cultivation, the major sects of 'Kyushu' are definitely demonic existences, but why do they come to the world?

What purpose do they have?

Wang Yi is not stupid, of course he will not think that the other party is for the 20 high-grade spirit stones.

As the smoke rises, it swirls in the void and is ethereal.

Lin Ziwei on the left frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.

She is very disgusted with men smoking, and the eldest lady's temper is naturally revealed, which comes from congenital.

But Lin Ziwei was so important that she would not dissuade her sweetheart in public, and seeing that the other party was deep in thought, she said softly: "Just now, they claimed that they originated from the 'Great Xia Divine Prefecture' and were disciples of the 'Creation Temple' of the Eight Rank Sect..."

Wang was stunned when he heard this.

Just now he was bent on saving people, and as soon as he arrived, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, but he didn't hear the conversation inside.

Wang Yi knew that the other party was not small, but he really didn't expect it to be the Eight Rank Sect...

"Master..."

Zhou Yingxin saw her best friend's sister talking to each other, and a snack smell rose in her heart. Not to be outdone, she gently pushed Wang Yi, and pouted: "These four people can hurt Brother Yue, they must be able to hold their breath, you... You're not working..."

"Huh? haha..."

Wang Yi was thinking about it, and he was immediately amused when he heard the words. He glanced at his disciple, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stepped on it. Then he takes something out of his right ear and blows it with his mouth open.

'Snort'

The black mangs flashed, and the wishful stick appeared in the world.

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't worry, it's a teacher who stabs through ten thousand laws..."

The dark bald donkey smiled strangely, and slammed the golden rod across the void, using two points of strength, to reach forward.

'Poof'

The top of the wishful stick suddenly hit Fan Yulang's laughing waist point.

That's amazing.

Fan Yulang's whole body shook violently, and then writhed strangely, and there were even more big variables in the bucket below.

"Knock knock... Ahem... Poof..."

Wang Yi's trick was too fierce, Fan Yulang couldn't hold back, and instantly poured several mouthfuls of 'face washing water'.

But he's hanging upside down.

Under Newton's law of gravitation, the water becomes a channel in the mouth and flows directly into the nasal cavity...

As a result, this inner disciple of the 'Creation Temple' was choked to death.

It's amazing.

The 'audience' present was stunned.

This...

"Hey..."

The dark bald donkey was happy, and his arms moved together, pointing towards the other three.

'Puff puff...'

Several voices erupted, and then...

"Ahem... Stop it... Poof..."

"Poof... No... Goo..."

"Ah!!h

The other three also drank 'happy', and at the same time made a 'terrifying' sound, and their bodies writhed desperately, like four spinning sausages.

"Swaying, swaying, swaying, it is difficult to hide the blood surging with feelings..."

In order to cooperate with these four, Wang sang it directly! It is the legendary "Taste of China" of Phoenix. Not to mention, it's quite rhyming, but the movements of the hands don't stop.

It's a picture that's both tragic and hilarious.

At this moment, Tianzhumeng and the others were stupid.

Really stupid!

"Poof... Cards..."

Zhou Yingxin really couldn't hold back, she laughed out loud, looking very coquettish.

Lin Ziwei also covered her mouth and chuckled, and the sense of shame and anger she felt when she was 'imprisoned' by the other party was completely disintegrated at this moment.

Honestly, it's really funny.

After some 'hospitality', Wang took back the wishful stick, flipped the void with his left hand, and propped it up.

'Whew... Whoa...'

The four sorrows of the 'Temple' slowly rose.

Their faces were flushed, and two of them rolled their eyes, and water overflowed from their mouths, noses, and ears, and their hair hung down, and water flowed back into the bucket along the ends.

Wang Yi leaned the wishful stick on his left shoulder, picked up the cigarette case, took out one, and lit it.

"Whew..."

He took a puff of smoke and grinned, "Now we can talk, friends..."

"Ahem... Whew..."

Fan Yulang had the highest strength, and he was the first to wake up, he glared at Wang Yi fiercely, without saying a word, and a terrifying murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

"Hey, it looks like I still haven't had enough..."

Wang Yi was not afraid of this, smiled coldly, flipped his left hand and pressed it down.

'Whew'

The four fell to the bucket again.

"Don't, stop it!"

Lao Jiu collapsed in an instant, his body twisted again and again, and he struggled desperately.

Wang Yi's eyes narrowed and he rolled back his palm.

The four of them came to a sudden stop.

He turned his left hand, let Lao Jiu face him, and said coldly: "Say!"

"Whew... Whew..."

Lao Jiu took a few breaths and said with difficulty: "I'll wait... I was sent by the sect to come here..."

Wang Yi's face sank: "I don't want to listen to nonsense, let's talk about the point." ”

Lao Jiu was suddenly shocked, and said in a trembling voice: "It's for... Ancient artifact..."

"Huh?"

Wang Yi was taken aback, and stood up directly with a stick: "What ancient artifact?"

He knew that the other party must have a plan here, but he never expected it to be this story.

These four people are from the Eight Rank Sect, and the artifact they are talking about must be a heavy treasure, and it is by no means comparable to the garbage at the auction.

"I don't know..."

Lao Jiu shook his head: "The sect only asked me to wait to look for it, and it didn't say what it was..."

After Wang Yi heard this, his brows furrowed deeply.

Coming to the world to find an ancient artifact?

Are you kidding?

But looking at the other party's appearance, it doesn't seem to be lying.

After a deep groan, he spoke again: "Why did you do it to the 'Heavenly Punishment Alliance'?"

"The 'Heavenly Punishment Alliance' is one of the largest organizations here, and I thought they would have a lot of treasures on them. Who wants to..."

When Lao Jiu said this, he was silent, but the meaning was particularly obvious: who thought they had nothing.

Wang Yi glanced at Yue Lingfeng and the others, and was quite speechless in his heart.

If you think about it, that's really the case.

'Tianzhu League' and others are eradicating treachery and evil in the world, but they do not collect any money, they are really poor.

The only thing that can be done is the Dongdong that I got at the last auction.

But how can that kind of magic weapon enter the eyes of these guys?

No wonder they begged for spirit stones by themselves, probably because they didn't want to work in vain.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi said coldly: "The world is not a place for you to go wild, go back to your own thousand worlds as soon as possible..."

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Fan Yulang on the other side sneered: "Do you think this matter will be left to you?"

Wang Yi's eyes narrowed: "You can come and try, the Creation Temple, I really don't care about it..."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Fan Yulang sneered, then gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Yi, I admit to underestimating you." You are very powerful, not weaker than my clan disciples, or even better..."

When he said this, he suddenly raised his voice: "But can you confront all the Tianjiao of the entire 'Great Xia' Divine Prefecture, and even the rest of the Seventeen Continents?"

Wang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "What did you say?"

"Haha..."

Fan Yulang laughed, then turned his head and looked at the other party fiercely: "It's not a secret anyway, I'll tell you." The Tianjiao of all continents have rushed to the 'Kyushu Boundary' and this world one after another, and many of them have the personal inheritance of the Jiupin Sect. They're all demons of evil, and you... Can you stop it?"

(End of chapter)