"So you're the master of that scum? If you can't produce Ren Feifan, I'll deal with you first! Like master, like disciple!"
The Wu Yu sword suddenly appeared in the hands of the Wu Yu Swordsman. His demeanor was solemn: "You insult me, I don't mind, but why are you insult my disciple? I just know that my disciple is much better than you all pretentious ones!"
In the eyes of Wu Yu Swordsman, Ren Feifan in terms of talent, character, martial virtue, is incomparable to these old monsters in front of him.
This bunch of people are just bullying the weak with their cultivation.
The Guardian snorted coldly. He was actually talked back to like this!
Just a person at such a low realm, how dare he!
The next second, the Guardian was surrounded by True Qi, and he slapped towards the Wu Yu Swordsman!
"In that case, I'll send you to death first!"
The terrifying tide of Qi was like a cannonball, turning everywhere into barrenness!
