Every wizard knew that he would not be able to return to the wizarding academy alive, and that he would have to kill a few more monsters for the Muggles before he died.

The leader of the United States also threatened the leaders of the world:

"You must come to our rescue, for we are down, and you must not be happy. ”

But at this time, the wizards of the Western world are all in the United States, and they are all about to be killed.

Daode Tianzun felt that it was time to make his own move, so he took his disciples and invited Shangmao Xiaowei, Rulai, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha and Zhu Bajie to fly to the United States by plane.

At the border of the United States, he was warmly welcomed by the president of the Wizards Guild of the United States.

And Mao Xiaowei learned from Daode Tianzun that the president of the Wizards Guild is extremely influential, and the leaders of the United States must have the support of the president of the Wizards Guild to take the throne.

After shaking hands with the white-bearded old man in a black robe and saying hello, Mao Xiaowei asked the president of the wizards' guild, which is quite influential in the Western world, in jerky English:

"Your Excellency's name is not called a stool. ”

Mao Xiaowei remembered that the dean of the Wizard Academy he had seen in a book was not very many, and he was also a white-bearded old man.

So Mao Xiaowei had such a question

The president of the Wizards Guild smiled after listening to Mao Xiaowei's question:

"Mao, you're kidding, I don't have a stool, my name is Harry Buck. ”

Mao Xiaowei sighed, and said secretly in his heart:

"The difference between two words, how nice it would be if you called Harry**!"

Although the president of the Wizards Guild who looked like a white-bearded old man was smiling, he deeply felt Mao Xiaowei's contempt for him, how could he have been ridiculed like this when he had always been in a supreme position, and the people who could tease him like this must not have taken it seriously.

This made him very unhappy, hoping that the bastard who teased him would be killed by the youkai in the battle with the youkai, and if the youkai couldn't kill the bastard, he would give the bastard an Arvadaso curse.

Mao Xiaowei keenly saw the hatred flashing in the eyes of the white-bearded old man, and he immediately became interested, he wanted to know if he could make this old man angry to death.

So when he waited for the old man to mount the broom and take them to the battlefield, he grabbed the wooden handle of the broom, which directly caused the broom that had just taken off to fall to the ground, and smashed the president of the wizards' guild to eat.

The wizards who followed the guild leader were all staring in shock, how could they have thought that someone would dare to treat the high-ranking and ruthless wizard guild leader like this?

Then the wizards were very angry, because they thought that Mao Xiaowei's actions were a challenge to the entire wizards' guild, and if tens of thousands of wizards were not killed by the monsters, they would definitely crusade against this unreasonable bastard.

The leader of the Wizards Guild, who had blood flowing from his nostrils, looked at Mao Xiaowei with a black line and asked viciously:

"What do you want to do?"

The head of the Wizards' Guild, who was bound to take revenge, couldn't help it, as long as Mao Xiaowei said another word that made him unhappy, he would use the Avada Curse to kill Mao Xiaowei who caused him to fall.

Sun Wukong, who followed Mao Xiaowei closely, felt the murderous aura of the old wizard, raised the golden hoop stick and stared at the old man tightly, as long as the old man had the slightest thought, he would knock the old man's head to pieces.

Mao Xiaowei grabbed the broom and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I can't fly, I want you to give me a broom for a while. ”

The old wizard looked at Mao Xiaowei with disdain and said coldly:

"I'm sorry, the old man can't take people with this broom, you can find another way. ”

Mao Xiaowei heard this, so he had no choice but to let go of the old wizard's broom.

The old wizard rode the broom again, and before taking off, he looked at Mao Xiaowei again, and saw that Mao Xiaowei was still standing behind the broom, as if he was thinking about something, and he was worried that Mao Xiaowei would pull him off again. So he took five or six steps forward with the broom, chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the broom carried the old man off the ground again.

At this moment, everyone was shocked to see Mao Xiaowei suddenly rush forward a few steps, grab the old wizard's broom, the old wizard was caught off guard and fell again, and the nosebleed that was finally sealed with witchcraft flowed down again.

"Fake. ”

The old wizard pounded the ground with his fist and cursed.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Nezha, who didn't take the wizards seriously, all pointed at the old wizard and laughed, they knew that the master was naughty again.

Daode Tianzun, his disciples, and the leaders of the wizarding world were sweating profusely, and Mao Xiaowei was doing this to sabotage the cooperation!

The respected president of the Wizards' Guild is very respectful of face, he stood up, put his wand on his nose again to stop the river of nosebleeds, covered the black blue on his head with one hand, and said to Mao Xiaowei viciously:

"Do you want to humiliate me, do you want to duel me? ”

The old wizard said and pointed his wand at Mao Xiaowei.

Mao Xiaowei hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Don't get me wrong, Harry, I just want to know what brand of broom you have? ”

Mao Xiaowei's low posture gave the old wizard no reason to use the Avada Death Spell on Mao Xiaowei, so he had to say coldly:

"My broom was made of phoenix wood in 1911, so my broom is called Phoenix 1911. ”

Mao Xiaowei nodded and praised:

"Well, good name. ”

The old wizard asked coldly:

"Mr. Mao, you don't have a problem now, let's set off as soon as there is no problem. ”

The old wizard took a dozen steps forward, and called two of his men to block behind him, and then flew up with confidence.

Daode Tianzun was also afraid that Mao Xiaowei would go to the president of the wizard guild again, so he came up and persuaded:

"Senior brother, let's go, I see that you are also an immortal, and if you don't summon auspicious clouds, just sit on the auspicious clouds of the poor road and fly. ”

Mao Xiaowei says:

"Senior brother, no need, I'm used to sitting on somersault clouds. ”

Mao Xiaowei said, with a force under his feet, he jumped lightly onto the somersault cloud.

"Goku, go,"

Mao Xiaowei ordered Sun Wukong.

"Yes, Master. ”

Sun Wukong carried a golden hoop stick, stepped on a somersault cloud, and bowed down, everyone only heard a whoosh, and Sun Wukong and Mao Xiaowei disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The whoosh sound was still Mao Xiaowei's voice for the somersault cloud.

The wizards are all black lines, and they all secretly say in their hearts:

"What the hell is this Nima? Can such a thing kill youkai?"

The Taoist priests also felt that their faces were gloomy, they felt that their senior uncle was really too embarrassed, and he didn't look like Yuan Shi Tianzun at all.

Only Nezha, Zhu Bajie, Yang Jian and Rulai knew that Mao Xiaowei was so debauched.

Sun Wukong's somersault cloud was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to the sky above a city, and there was no need for wizards to guide the way here, because the strong smell of blood could drift ten miles away.

The Terran heavy firepower platform that was burned and exploded by the monster ignited the nearby building, and the smoke wafting out of the building played the role of a beacon fire, which was seen at a glance by Mao Xiaowei, who was flying high in the air.