Super King of Soldiers in the City

Wu Lan looked down at Wang Fan from a high position, her expression was really full of posture, and she looked extremely proud.

"You may not know my Wu family, so I'll introduce you here. In this Huangtian City, my Wu family is a first-class family, and several of the ancestors in the family are even more powerful at the level of the gods."

"As for me, Wu Lan, I have only been in the temple for a hundred years, and my cultivation has risen from the first level of the God of the Yellow Realm to the level of the God of the Profound Realm."

Wu Lan was eloquent there, feeling superior.

The expressions of the young men and women beside him looking at Wang Fan were also full of pride.

However, when their eyes fell on Wu Lan, that arrogance turned into worship and admiration.

However, Wang Fan was stunned. He was full of question marks. He had no idea what this guy wanted to say or what it meant.

After all, how is the Wu family, how is Wu Lan's cultivation base, how enchanting talent, has a fart relationship with him, Wang Fan, what do you say so much to him?

Seeing Wang Fan's dazed expression, Jian Wu was stunned for a moment, and then she wanted to laugh.

I thought that this Wu Lan was pretending to be seen by a blind man. He talked for a long time, and people couldn't understand it at all. Are you angry?

As Wu Lan spoke, she naturally noticed Wang Fan's blank expression.

He couldn't help but said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Wang Fan wondered: "What do you mean? What do you mean?"

Hearing this, Wu Lan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

But the young men and women around him were a little uncomfortable.

One of the female cultivators took a step forward and said coldly and arrogantly, "You said that you are also one of the top 100 saint emperors, why is your IQ so low?"

"I don't even understand what Senior Brother Wu Lan said. I really doubt how you have cultivated until now and how you have lived until now."

The female cultivator looked at Wang Fan sarcastically, but her tone was extremely cunning: "Senior Brother Wu Lan means you want you to follow him, follow him, understand?"

"Follow?" Wang Fan was stunned at first, then froze.

This Wu Lan, actually wanted him to follow Wang Fan? It was as if he had heard a big joke.

Seeing Wang Fan like this, the female cultivator sneered, "Why, you look down on my senior Wu Lan?"

Wang Fan ignored him, but looked at Jian Wu and asked through voice transmission, "Senior brother, can we do it here?"

Jian Wu was stunned when she heard the words, and then hurriedly responded with voice transmission: "If it is someone else, then of course it won't work, but if it is you, there will be no problem."

"It's just that you have to pay attention to your sense of proportion. The other party is the Wu family. Moreover, most of their strengths are in the late stage of the Yellow Realm God, and Wu Lan is even the Profound Realm God. Are you sure? You know, here, I am not good to help. yours."

When Wang Fan heard this, he was immediately happy.

He first looked at the female cultivator and said coldly, "The seventh floor of the God of the Yellow Realm?"

The female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then responded proudly, "That's natural."

Wang Fan didn't say more, but with a bang, he had already punched the opponent.

There was no sign of his shot, but it was extremely ruthless.

The violent Divine Essence was surging frantically almost as soon as it was punched, and its momentum was monstrous.

The female cultivator never thought that Wang Fan would suddenly act, and she never thought that Wang Fan would dare to act on her?

She didn't even react, and with a bang, Wang Fan had already punched her on the body, directly smashing her out.

The female cultivator immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Wang Fan didn't wait for her to get up, but he quickly flashed over, then raised his foot and stepped on her face.

"What kind of thing are you, you are also qualified to point fingers at me? Could it be that I don't dare to touch you because you are a woman?"

Wang Fan's voice was extremely disdainful: "A mere seven-story Huangjing God dares to be arrogant in front of me, and dare to humiliate me with yin and yang. You are not small."

The female cultivator was stomped on the face by Wang Fan, and she only felt extremely humiliated. She wanted to explode, but she felt the violent spirit energy surging on Wang Fan's feet, and in the end she didn't dare.

As for Wu Lan, Jian Wu and others, they couldn't help being stunned. Even Arnold was a little surprised.

For a time, this sudden scene caused the scene to fall into a brief silence.

Everyone was extremely shocked.

Wu Lan was the first to come back to her senses, and hurriedly shouted at Wang Fan: "Wang Fan, what are you doing, stop!"

Wang Fan glanced at him, and said without giving face at all: "Stop? Are you blind? Which eye did you see that the emperor made a move?"

Saying that, Wang Fan exerted force on the soles of his feet, but his eyes were looking at Wu Lan: "Even if you can't control your dog, at least keep your eyes on her and don't let her bite people. This is me, if I change my temperament Yes, she is afraid that she has died a hundred or eighty times early."

When Wu Lan heard this, she couldn't help clenching her fists, her face was a little blue.

Even the female cultivator felt humiliated.

As for Wu Lan's followers, they all stared at Wang Fan with extreme anger, and the spirit energy in their bodies began to run wild uncontrollably.

Wang Fan still did not let go of his feet, but said lightly: "After 100 years of cultivation from the first floor of the Yellow Realm God to the first floor of the Profound Realm God, you are too embarrassed to say that at this speed? You are too embarrassed to let me follow?"

"I am now in the top 100 of the Holy Emperor List. Have you ever been on the Holy Emperor List? You said you haven't even been on the Holy Emperor List. Where do you come from?"

"What's more, a mere first-level Profound Realm God actually wants me to follow him. Are you mentally ill?"

Wang Fan can be said to be without the slightest politeness.

If Yin Baiyi hadn't let him kill Wu Lan, then he would never have been so provocative and provocative.

However, since Yin Baiyi had let him kill each other, it was inevitable that there would be a conflict between the two, so Wang Fan didn't mind offending him more severely.

What's more, he really looked a little unhappy with this guy.

It's okay to have poor talent, chatting for a long time, showing off a sense of superiority for a long time, actually want him to follow?

How could Wang Fan endure this? When did he follow someone else?

When Wu Lan heard Wang Fan's unceremonious words, an old face instantly turned red and then ashen.

He stared at Wang Fan, the spirit energy all over his body ran wild, and the killing intent flickered in his eyes. It was obvious that he couldn't help but want to do something.

It was the first time he had been humiliated so much when he was so old.

However, he really had no way to refute it.

Because he really has never been on the Top 100 Saint Emperor List.

Just kidding, how easy is it to get on the top 100 list?

After holding it for a long time, Wu Lan finally managed to say: "Even if you are a monster on the top 100 list, you are only a holy emperor after all. If a mere holy emperor can break through to the **** realm in the future, how can you compare with me? "

Wang Fan waved his hand impatiently: "Go away, if you have time, I will definitely let you know if I can compare with you."

"As the saying goes, don't speculate for more than half a sentence. I think you are very upset. You should get out of my way and disappear in front of me."