"You are looking for death!", a blue-robed monk from the Spirit Sword Sect pointed at Wang Li and shouted, "Just because you, your little Wang family dares to disobey the decree of my Spirit Sword Sect? Even if your Wang family is destroyed today, the Chu State will not dare to say a word." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Li squinted his eyes, revealing an irrepressible murderous aura, and said, "Even with your cultivation in the middle stage of Qi cultivation, you dare to make a big statement here?"

The arrogant disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect could stand this contempt, and with a wave of his hand, he played a spell, only to see a huge blue light palm emerge and grab it fiercely towards the eldest young master.

That disciple was full of true anger, and the persecuted people kept retreating, causing bursts of exclamations, which also made the corners of his mouth can't help but show a sneer, just Fengcheng, who can be the opponent of my and other great sect disciples?

Looking at the ever-enlarging bare hands, Wang Xu was so anxious that he turned over and wanted to block in front of Wang Li, in his subconscious, Young Master Wang was still the skinny son who needed his protection, "Li'er be careful!"

But as soon as he stood up, he was pressed by the smiling little fat man next to him, the latter's fat face was full of smiles, and he shook his head lightly, "Today's boss is no longer the boss you are familiar with, you can sit here and watch in peace~~."

Wang Xu was pressed by the little fat to sit on the chair, and he struggled to get up, but he couldn't shake the palm that was stronger than the steel, and couldn't help but look at the harmless fat face of other animals in surprise.

Qingguang's big hand had already rushed to his eyes, and the raging true qi blew Wang Li's robe, and the sound was extremely terrifying, and some people in the crowd watching the battle couldn't help but cover their eyes.

Wang Li smiled slightly, waved his sleeve robe like a fly, and slapped it on his bare hand, which trembled violently, and then shattered into pieces of light like porcelain and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The crowd of people who eat melons looked confused and stayed there.

Wang Xu looked confused, looked at Wang Li tremblingly, and was speechless.

Yan Shouyi's face was confused, and the cold smile was still on his face, but he became extremely stiff.

The faces of the three Spirit Sword Sect disciples instantly turned gloomy, and they looked at Wang Li with their cold gaze, and said softly, "It's a master......."

"Wow", as soon as the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect said this, it was like throwing a stone into the calm lake, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

"Wang Li has already cultivated like this, is this still the eldest young master of the Wang family at the beginning?"

"It's only been two years, and there are such results, which can be called a miracle, my unsuccessful son has been cultivating for almost 10 years, and he can only be promoted to the early stage of Qi training."

"Looking at this posture, Wang Li is at least in the middle of Qi training......"

"What is the middle stage of Qi training, how can it be so easy to receive a blow from a monk of the same level, I think he should be in the late stage of Qi training, and he may even be at the peak of Qi training!"

"I'm a mother, the peak of Qi training, wouldn't it be all the same cultivation as the city lord......

"The Wang family is blessed this time"

Wang Xu sat on the chair, listening to the noisy sounds around him, looking at the tall back in front of him, there was a touch of wetness in his eyes, he was taller and stronger, I don't know how much suffering he suffered in the sect, how many sins he suffered, and finally reached this level.

Now that Wang Li has finally surpassed himself to be in charge of himself, even if he is allowed to die now, he can laugh at Jiuquan.

The only thing parents care about is their own children, this is the complex created by blood, which will be intertwined and entangled throughout life, even if there has been a misunderstanding and a separation, but when you struggle and gradually move away, you suddenly look back and stare back, only to finally find that it is still tightly tied behind you, never interrupted.

The Spirit Sword Sect monk with his bare hand stepped forward and waved his hand lightly, only to see a pale cyan sword slowly coming out of his body, emitting a crisp sound of clear sound.

This small sword is made by the unique technique of the Spirit Sword Sect, which can be placed on the chest and integrated with the monk, and then combined with the Spirit Sword Sect's "Spirit Sword Decision" exercise, which is tempered day by day, as the monk's cultivation increases, the power of this sword will also increase.

Raise the sword with the body, quench the sword with qi, and resist the sword with the heart, this sword is the natal treasure of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, the sword will fall if the person dies, and the sword will die, a person will only be worthy of one sword for life, and a sword will only serve one lord for life, Dan heart is like one, and the sword heart is like one, so as to prove the supreme avenue and fight the world with a sword!

The Spirit Sword Sect can enjoy a good reputation in this southern region, and it does have its profound Dao implications, which is also what the Vientiane Sect lacks compared to it, without its own Dao heart to settle down, there is no motivation to move forward, and there is no soul of a sect.

It was the first time for Xu Qing to face the cultivation of the famous Spirit Sword Sect, and it was also an eye-opener to see such a unique technique, "...... interesting".

This Spirit Sword Sect disciple's clothes were flying, and the true qi all over his body turned into an incomparably sharp sword qi, and the torn air continued to emit a piercing scream, and the crowd of onlookers was forced to retreat again.

"I am Xiao He, an inner disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, I don't know who is in front of me?"

Wang Li glanced at the three of them lightly, and did not mean to answer Xiao He's question at all, but said softly, "Who injured my father, stand up for me."

Wang Xu saw the monstrous Xiao He, and heard Wang Li's extremely arrogant question, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Li'er, don't make a big deal anymore......

Xiao He saw that Wang Li ignored his question, the fire of anger in his heart was burning wildly, and he said fiercely, "This old Wang Ba was injured by me, how can you bear me?"

Wang Li's eyes flashed, he suddenly took a step, slapped it with one palm, and saw that the golden light was all over the sky, and there was a brilliant golden light palm like a mountain and crushed over, making Chu He trembling all over his palm, his hair stood on end, and even the sword of life seemed to be imprisoned by something, constantly flying and struggling in place.

"You ......", Xiao He only exclaimed, this light palm had already slapped in front of him like lightning, he had no choice but to be lucky and pushed his whole body true qi upwards violently, and the natal sword instantly soared several times, slashing into the air with a sharp sword qi.

With a loud "boom", everyone was swept away, and the remaining two Spirit Sword Sect disciples waved their robes, dispelling the aftermath of the true qi that had spread to their side, and looked at the battle group intently.

The smoke gradually drifted away, and on the ground paved with black stones, a huge palm print about an inch deep appeared, and in the center of this palm print was Chu He, who was wilting on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, he was constantly panting, and it seemed that he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Such a result caused everyone to exclaim, and everyone looked up at Wang Li, who had the same face in front of them, with shocked faces.

"Chu He, who is in the middle stage of Qi training, can't even take a palm!"