Billion-fold return: With your hands in your pockets, there is no rival!

When Ye Yuting founded the sect, she told many disciples that there was an extremely powerful person who passed on the skills to her in her body. It was because of her practice of this magical skill that her cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, surpassing the previous level by a lot, and growing from an unknown cultivator to the current martial king, so she was able to establish a sect.

Song knew all about these things, but he never expected that he would provoke such an existence. In an instant, he wanted to die.

He knelt down and crawled to Su Changge, holding his boots and crying loudly: "Ah, ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, this senior, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong, I promise you, I will never dare to do it again!"

Su Changge kicked him with a bang, and kicked him to the pillar of the hall on the spot.

He was too lazy to deal with such garbage.

But in fact, if you want to, this middle-aged man is actually pretty good overall, but the bad thing is that he actually went back on his word and drove me away, so no one can blame him.

To be honest, Su Changge had a pretty good impression of him, but since he did such a thing, Su Changge naturally didn't look at him well.

When he kicked just now, even though Song had cultivation, he didn't dare to release a trace of resistance. He knew that he was in trouble today. He met a person with a background stronger than the founder of the sect. This time he really ran into the muzzle of the gun.

Wang Da Wang Er Wang San and the other three were so scared when they saw this scene that their eyes would not move. They thought that a fairy tale was staged in front of them. What was going on? The extremely noble and high-ranking Song Zongzhu was so humble and kneeling in front of that guy crying. What was going on? Could it be that the guy's background was really that big?

It's not that they didn't believe it, but they didn't dare to believe it. If Su Changge's background was really extremely powerful, then they had hit a nail now.

Suddenly, their hearts jumped up and down as if struck by lightning, almost jumping out of their throats.

They guessed that with the death of Song Zongzhu, they would also be doomed.

Song Jian begged Su Changge to no avail, so he hurriedly crawled to Wang Rongrong's feet and cried loudly while holding her boots.

"Miss Wang, Miss Wang, please help me, I was just greedy for a moment, I am not guilty of death, please help me say a word, I beg you!"

He cried and regretted.

Although Wang Rongrong had no backbone, she knew that she must not give up at this time, and she had no say.

Ye Yuting said coldly: "Song, I thought you had a good talent, so I let you take the position of the leader. At the same time, I repeatedly told you that everyone you met, no matter who it was, must be treated with courtesy and must not do anything to hurt Li. Although what you did this time was not hurtful, you made an extremely big mistake. You can provoke anyone, but you must not provoke my benefactor, understand?"

Ye Yuting actually wanted to, do you know who he is, do you know how powerful he is, do you know how much you can't afford to provoke him, but she didn't say these words, because these words would vaguely expose Su Changge's identity.

Song knew that he was in trouble today, and he suddenly collapsed on the ground, his heart was dead.

The whole person seemed to have no bones, and became a pool of meat, and he didn't say a word.

Ye Yuting hit him with a palm force from a distance, and with a bang, Song's Dantian was broken, and streams of cultivation energy flowed out like air waves.

His whole body was like a balloon that had been deflated, his Dantian shrank, and before long, his cultivation was completely wasted.

His cultivation was not very high, but this was a transformation between ordinary practitioners. Practitioners, flying and escaping, were almost like gods in the eyes of ordinary people, living under the spotlight, and being carefree wherever they went.

Although his cultivation was like an ant in the cultivation world, he would be bullied and laughed at if he went to other large sects, but he avoided the cultivation world and only went to some ordinary worlds. Who dared to provoke, who dared to look down on him, who would not bow and scrape to me, respectfully?

It was a pity that all this was now lost.

Thinking of this, Song regretted it and regretted his greed.