Super Monk

"What?" Hong Wei's words fell, and a group of martial arts people suddenly showed a look of panic. There are many of them, but the strongest one is the cultivation of the master, and many of them are even half master. If they are not the legitimate sons of the Zhenwu family, they may not even have the qualification to enter the Zhenwu circle.

Let a group of the most powerful masters, the rest of them are half step masters, or even weaker ones. I surrounded and killed a great master, the strong man of sanchongtian. In the hearts of these warriors, there was a sense of absurdity. It was worth beating a stone with an egg. It was like comparing a piece of tofu with a piece of steel.

The strength of the real martial arts circle has reached a certain height, which is not enough to make up the gap. Hong Wei's order is not to surround and kill Zhao Fugui, but to let them die.

Zhao Fugui's eyes swept by, and a group of warriors immediately lowered their heads in horror, for fear that Zhao Fugui thought their intentions were wrong. In an instant, these warriors immediately calmed down.

"Zhenwuling is here. Do you dare not respect orders?" Hong Wei holds up the real martial order, but these warriors don't respond for a long time. Hong Wei's face suddenly becomes very ugly. Zhao Fugui doesn't respect the real martial order. Do these damned warriors dare not obey the real martial order?

A group of real warriors knelt on the ground, all of them bowed their heads, as if they could pretend that they could not hear Hong Wei. Zhenwuling can make them kneel down, or kowtow, but no one wants them to die.

Although the Presbyterian Council is terrible, it is still far away from the emperor. It can't compare with Zhao Fugui. What's more, there are so many Zhenwu families here. No matter how overbearing the Presbyterian Council is, it can't destroy so many Zhenwu families.

A group of Zhenwu people all think so. After waiting for a long time, Hong Wei did not dare to fight Zhao Fugui. Hong Wei underestimated Zhao Fugui's terror in the Zhenwu family in the states near Zhongzhou. Zhao Fugui's fame came from one war after another. The Sikong family and the sword king family were all destroyed by Zhao Fugui alone. How dare these real warriors fight against Zhao Fugui.

Hong Wei's face became more and more ugly, and finally turned black and blue. Holding zhenwuling like a monkey in a circus, he was just a joke.

"Hong, Hong Shao, heroes don't suffer immediate losses. We will go back to Beijing immediately and report the situation to the Presbyterian Council, so that the Presbyterian Council can severely punish these families and Zhao Fugui!" A man behind Hong Wei said in a trembling voice. The real martial order can't hold Zhao Fugui down, and these warriors don't dare to fight against him. Without the real martial order, they can't command these warriors. Hong Wei is just a great master. How can they compete with Zhao Fugui? They dare to shout at Zhao Fugui arrogantly and shout at him.

At this time, Hong Wei also reflected that zhenwuling had no effect, and he became a paper tiger. Those who are afraid of the real martial arts will regard him as a real tiger, while those who are not afraid of the real martial arts will regard him as just a dog.

"Zhao Fugui, if you don't respect the real martial arts order and insult the Xuanyi emissary, you are dead, not only you, but also your parents and family! Those who insult the Presbyterian Council will surely be killed. Wait and see Hong Wei's face is ugly, but he is not willing to put down a cruel word. Then he turns around and is ready to leave in a hurry. He wants to report the situation to the Presbyterian Council immediately, and let the Presbyterian Council immediately send someone to kill Zhao Fugui's family.

"Damn little bastard, how dare you insult me? You are dead, and your whole family will be buried with you!" Hong Wei thought bitterly in his heart. This time, Hong Wei acted as an emissary of Xuanyi. If things were not done well, the Presbyterian council would certainly not spare him. I'm afraid that he will never get such a good job again. Thinking of this, Hong Wei's mood is even worse.

But at this time, Hong Wei's ears suddenly heard a cold voice.

"Hong Wei, I let you go?" Zhao Fugui's cold voice rang and said.

"Zhao Fugui, what do you want? Do you dare to kill the Xuanyi emissary and become the public enemy of Zhenwu circle? " Hong Wei's face changed greatly. He turned around and yelled fiercely.

"The era of the Presbyterian Council has long passed. Do you think the Presbyterian Council can still represent the Zhenwu circle?" With a sneer, Zhao Fugui pointed to a group of real warriors outside and said that some of them had begun to slip away. Thirty years ago, when the order of true martial arts came out, even the top ten of the heaven list would have to obey it. But now that the order of true martial arts appears, even a group of true martial arts can't give orders. The order of true martial arts of the Presbyterian Church has become a joke.

"As I said just now, if you dare to threaten my family again, you won't have to go down the mountain today. You think my words of Zhao Fugui are joking!" Zhao Fugui looks at Hong Wei coldly and says lightly.

"Don't be arrogant, Zhao Fugui. I'm Xuanyi Messenger, representing the Presbyterian Council. My cousin is Yuan Hong, and his master is yuan Tiangang. If you dare to kill me, you will die!" Hong Wei's face was ugly and he cried out.

Yuan Hong, Yuan Tiangang? The disciples of Lingwu sect had a blank face. They didn't know who Yuan Hong and Yuan Tiangang were, but those who knew changed their faces immediately, especially Ye Qingcheng's pretty face lost its color.

"Richness, you can't kill him. Let him go!" Ye Qingcheng panicked and said, "Yuan Tiangang is the sixth best expert in tianbang. He has been a monster for many years. Yuan Hong is his third disciple. Yuan Tiangang has always loved him very much. If you kill Hong Wei and make Yuan Hong angry, you will be in trouble! ""Yes, Zhao Fugui, don't think you will be invincible if you kill the sword king. You can't stir up peerless experts everywhere. If you dare to move me, my cousin will not let you go!" Hong Wei said arrogantly.

Yuan Tiangang has been a legendary figure for 30 years. When Dugu bajue was still alive, he was already a master in the world. Who dares to offend such an old monster? Who should be offended?

"What is yuan Tiangang's accomplishments?" Zhao Fugui looks at Ye Qingcheng and asks.

"Yuan Tiangang is the cultivation of banbu myth. He has achieved banbu myth for at least ten or twenty years." Ye Qingcheng didn't understand Zhao Fugui's meaning, but he said immediately.

"Ten or twenty years is still half a myth, it seems that he can only have this achievement in his life!" Zhao Fugui said lightly, "Hong Wei, I hope your cousin has enough face to ask yuan Tiangang to avenge you!"

"What?" Hong Wei looks frightened, and immediately finds that it's not good. Is Zhao Fugui not even afraid of Yuan Tiangang, who is the sixth in the list?

Just when Hong Wei's face was frightened, a cold light suddenly passed by. Hong Wei's head fell to the ground with a thump. His frightened expression immediately settled on his face.

"Send his head and this Zhenwu order back to the Presbyterian Council and tell your elder that this is a gift from the founder of Lingwu sect!"