The Divine System Draws the Sword Billions of Times (Godly Sword System)

"You are a little 16-level spiritualist, why should I be afraid of you?"

Yang Qi looked at Wu Yun indifferently.

In his opinion, Wu Yun was too funny.

It's like a poor ghost pretending to be in front of a billionaire.

Hearing Yang Qi's words, Wu Yun couldn't help but burst into anger from the top of his head, how could he bear Yang Qi's arrogance.

"Look for a fight!"

After the sound fell, Wu Yun rushed towards Yang Qi.

Everyone in the inn looked at Yang Qi with pity, and knew how miserable Yang Qi's end would be without thinking about it.

But……

Even if they think about it for ten days and ten nights, they will never realize that what they think is totally different from what they see.

I saw that just when Wu Yun was about to be beside Yang Qi, Yang Qi raised his fist.

There is no spiritual power attached to the fist.

It was a very ordinary punch to Wu Yun.

But such a punch, the speed is too fast.

Everyone in the inn opened their eyes several times bigger than a bull's.

They never thought that Yang Qi's punching speed was so fast.

It wasn't just that they didn't think about it, even Wu Yun didn't think about it. Before he had time to attack Yang Qi, Yang Qi's fist was only a thin line away from his body.

boom……!

no doubt.

Yang Qi's punch landed on Wu Yun's body.

Immediately, Wu Yun flew out backwards.

"Little Lord!"

The two people who were following Wu Yun didn't realize until Wu Yun hit the ground heavily, they rushed to the place where Wu Yun had fallen, and helped Wu Yun up.

Wu Yun's face was covered with dust, and his face was already extremely horrified.

He is not a fool.

When Yang Qi shot at him, there was no spiritual power in his fist at all, and the speed of the punch made him unable to catch it.

He was blown away with a punch...

There is only one possibility for such a situation to occur, and that is that this person is very strong, making him unimaginably powerful.

All the people in the inn were frozen in place like wood sculptures and clay sculptures, unable to recover for a long time.

Previously, they thought they knew how miserable Yang Qi's fate would be without having to think about it, but how could they expect such a scene to happen.

So how strong is Yang Qi...

They no longer dare to think about it.

"You... What realm are you an Artifact Spiritist?"

After a long time, Wu Yun finally spoke a complete sentence, and he looked at Yang Qi in amazement.

Everyone in the inn also looked at Yang Qi, because they all wanted to know Yang Qi's realm.

After all, Wu Yun was knocked into the air with a fist without any spiritual power attached. Such a terrifying strength was beyond their imagination.

"Not high," Yang Qi looked at Wu Yun indifferently, "it's only level 41 Linghuang."

what! ! !

When everyone in the inn heard Yang Qi's words, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

Level 41... Spirit Emperor?

Their eyes are definitely the biggest they've ever been, wide enough to take off an oversized bowl.

"This, this, this..."

Wu Yun was also dumbfounded.

How could he have thought that Yang Qi would be a Spirit Emperor.

You know, this is the Linghuang!

His father, the Patriarch of the Wu Family, was only a level 37 Spirit King.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on Wu Yun's forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Obviously, he was terrified to the extreme.

(to be continued)