Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Boom!

More than a dozen external disciples immediately took a few steps with ill intentions, and everyone rubbed their hands. At the moment when they were about to take action, a fierce spirit passed through the crowd and rushed in front of them like a mountain flood.

The sudden attack only made these external disciples' footsteps stagnate. After a short pause, many people burst into a drink and worked together to fight one fist after another, which scattered the surging energy.

"Who is it?"

"Dare to break my good deeds?"

Zhong Ziqi jumped and turned his head.

The sudden changes also made the martial artists who watched the excitement turn around.

They saw that many people came in a hurry. The first one was Ye Feng, a new entry-level worker who taught Zhong Ziqi last time.

There were 67 people up and down the sweeping door, many of them, all coming here.

"These factotum disciples... Unexpectedly pour out? Are they going to fight against the snare? Ha ha..."

For a moment, everyone was stunned and looked at the ferocious factotum disciples running forward. Some people were full of doubts.

Factotum disciple, are you going to fight against the famous forces in the inner sect?

It's no use pouring out, and you can't escape a tragic end.

"It's going to be a fight. Get out of the way. I haven't seen the current scene for a long time."

"I can't see. These guys who sweep the floor are very kind. They dare to challenge the snare!"

"There should be something to rely on, otherwise... Even if you give them bear heart and leopard courage, you will never dare to provoke internal forces."

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Hoo Hoo

A huge evil spirit surged in, and the onlookers around the earthquake retreated one after another, making way for a road in the middle.

"Your uncle's!"

Seeing that several martial brothers were beaten with bruises in the nose and eyes, the people who swept the door were angry immediately, with anger in their eyes, and rushed up recklessly.

The appearance of Ye Feng and others made Zhong Ziqi's face suddenly cold.

They waited for a long time, just waiting for Ye Feng to throw himself into the net. Now, unlike in the past, with the support of green vibration clothes, sweeping the door is bound to be a mess.

"Yo... Isn't this junior brother Ye Feng, the great savior of sweeping the floor? Zhong thought you would be a shrinking turtle and didn't dare to come."

Eager for revenge, Zhong Ziqi couldn't restrain his agitation and deliberately raised his voice to shame.

"Hum, it's you who made the whole city stormy again? I thought you had swept the ground at the gate for a month. You'll have a good memory for self-cultivation. It seems that you still think highly of you."

"A dog can't change eating shit. Your virtue... Sooner or later, it will cause great trouble."

Seeing that yuan Ningzhen, Wang Yuwei and others were OK, Ye Feng was relieved and turned coldly to Zhong Ziqi.

Nima

Zhong Ziqi's face was livid for a moment.

Ye Feng's words exposed his scar on the spot, so how can he restrain it?

"Damn it, sharp teeth, younger martial brothers, let's fight together and teach this bastard a lesson."

With a bang, a yuan force rose from him, and the breath of the king's territory spread around.

More than a dozen other external disciples were also angry and urged Yuan Li one after another. In an instant, colorful lights rushed into the sky, arrogant and enveloped the front leaf maple.

This scene immediately made the onlookers despise.

Look at Ye Feng's current accomplishments, there is only virtual realm, but the worst of these external disciples is half step King's realm, and several of them have stepped into the king's realm. Under the condition of such great disparity in strength, Zhong Ziqi still chose group fighting?

It's a great shame.

Feeling the strange eyes projected from all sides, Zhong Ziqi firmly clenched his teeth, and don't mention the anger in his heart.

Of course, he is a good student this time. He knows that fighting alone will not be Ye Feng's opponent. Other factotum disciples are not worried. Just bring their own external disciples to rush forward. No matter how strong Ye Feng is... He will not be able to resist.

As long as you can get revenge, it doesn't matter whether you have a face or not.

I'm shameless. Who can help me?

"Ha ha... Do you really think we can sweep the floor?"

Seeing the other party's appearance that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Ye Feng could not see any tension on his face. Ha ha, after a smile, he waved his palm to the other disciples, motioned everyone to step back and let Guan Buyu out.

"Hey, hey, what I like most is bullying. Get out of here."

Boom!

Without waiting for the black and white heroes to make a move, Guan Buyu took a step forward in a dull voice, and the rolling wave of Yuan force surged out like a tsunami, sweeping more than a dozen external disciples.

Wang jingjiuzhong's powerful pressure, once urged, within a radius of tens of feet, there was a lot of wind and rain, sand and dust everywhere, and the violent wind and waves shook all the martial artists watching the excitement out.

Click!

The power of the strong destroys the withered and decayed, smashing the colorful Yuanli light. Together with Zhong Ziqi, more than a dozen people fly back like broken kites, and then fall down one by one, making them muddy and filthy.

The great changes that took place before and after made everyone completely stunned.

In just a few moments, the external disciples who originally wanted to bully more than less suffered a great defeat.

"This is... A great master. When did the door sweeper have such an existence?"

"What one... How about the three? Look at the two in the back like black and white impermanence... They certainly won't follow the front to see the excitement..."

"No wonder they don't mind offending the snare and dare to pour their nests..."

Listening to the sound of horror and discussion in his ears, the green vibration clothes not far away were stunned, and his face twitched violently.

The coldness and arrogance in his expression had disappeared, replaced by fear and coldness.

Looked at Zhong Ziqi and other external disciples, and looked at Ye Feng and Guan Buyu with a gloomy face. Qing Zhenyi wanted to scold Zhong Ziqi's ancestors of the 18th generation.

There is such a strong man hidden in the sweeping door. Zhong Ziqi, a fool, didn't talk to himself in advance?

What now?

One person alone is enough to make a chicken fly and a dog jump in the net. Besides, behind the man, there are two people like evil spirits?

Now, even if I want to summon experts related to the snare to come to help, I'm afraid... It's already late.

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