There Are Really No Pythons In My Reservoir

Chapter 662 Dare to humiliate my brother, I will kill you on the spot!

Of course.

Wang Mang wanted to kill this guy.

In fact, it’s not surprising at all.

Because Wang Mang could see it.

This guy is also one of the biggest competitors of Shengzi.

The exposed strength of this guy alone has reached the peak of the Holy Emperor First Stage.

This strength is so special that he has the strength to wear the Immortal Emperor mask!

Moreover, Wang Mang was not confident that he could surpass this guy within a month.

After all, who knows if this guy has any cards?

Therefore, Wang Mang could only find a way to kill this guy.

Frontal competition is not enough, only some methods can be used.

But how to kill this guy has become a problem.

According to Wang Mang’s current trend, he wanted to kill this guy.

It is best to lead this guy out of Sacred Land.

Because in Sacred Land, they are not allowed to fight.

Because it doesn’t matter whether it is Wang Mang or the so-called Sword Sovereign.

It can be said that they are all valued by Sacred Land, and they are the pillars of Sacred Land in the future.

Because of this, if you really want to do it, you can only do it outside of Sacred Land.

But the question is, what method should I use to kill this guy?

How about taking refuge in him first and dying him at the critical moment?

Thinking of this, Wang Mang suddenly had an idea in his mind, and he smiled: “Brother Sword Sovereign, with such strength, it seems that the position of the Saint Child is firmly established!”

Hearing this, Sword Lord suddenly became excited, his face even more smiled, and Wang Mang’s gaze became more cordial: “Haha, Brother Wang Mang, you look too high at me, brother.”

“Now there are two other guys who are qualified to compete with me, Zun Long and Gu Yuan.”

Speaking of this, Jianjun frowned.

Obviously, these two guys are the real enemies for him.

Because the Realm of these two guys is the same as him, and they are also peerless talents.

Even he is not sure that confidence can suppress these two people.

But when I thought about it, Wang Mang was optimistic about himself now, and he meant to be close to him.

Sword Lord suddenly swallowed the mountains and rivers, and smiled domineeringly: “However, Wang Mangxiong, don’t worry, brother, I am determined to win the position of the saint son!”

Hearing this, Wang Mang immediately congratulated him with a happy expression: “Brother Jian will take care of me, brother!”

“Brother, I don’t think much. It would be nice to be a candidate for the Son of God, and I can also become Elder of Sacred Land in the future.”

After listening to Wang Mang’s words, Jianjun raised his eyebrows with joy, and said with a pleasant tone:

“It’s easy to say, Brother Wang Mang, if you want to be a candidate for the Son of God, don’t you just have a hand?”

“I think Brother Wang Mang is not strong enough to compete for the position of the son, but it is very easy to become a candidate for the son.”

“If I can become the Son of God, even if Brother Wang Mang is only the bottom candidate, you will be the Elder!”

Obviously, these remarks can be said to be a direct and blatant win over Wang Mang.

After all, every saint must have a faction that belongs to the own team.

What’s more, he had guessed that Wang Mang might be in his line.

Because, today is the three Elder responsible for guarding and patrolling Sacred Land!

This is also one of the reasons why he didn’t hesitate to win over Wang Mang.

In Sacred Land, there are three major branches.

They are: the line of the demon ancestor, the bloodthirsty ancestor, and the dark ancestor.

Wang Mang and Jianjun were obviously from the same line as the demon god ancestors.

As for the other peerless Tianjiao who is also eligible to participate in the battle of the saint son.

Actually is not Sword Lord doesn’t want to win, but which guy is too overbearing and actually wants to fight for the position of the holy son.

Regarding this, Jianjun was very disdainful, and felt that this other peerless Tianjiao was very ignorant of praise!

Especially in comparison with Wang Mang, Lord Jian felt that Wang Mang was the talent he needed to take the initiative to attract.

See how nice Wang Mang speaks? How sensible?

This is the person who knows the current affairs as a good man!

Faced with Lord Jian’s wooing, Wang Mang suddenly looked happy and laughed:

“Haha! Thank you Brother Jianjun!”

“If I can become a big Elder, I will help the Sword Sover brothers to win the position of Saint Son!”

Seeing this scene, Lord Jian suddenly nodded in satisfaction.

But at this moment, a taunting sound followed:

“The competition for the position of the saint child hasn’t started yet, it’s daydreaming.”

Hearing this, Wang Mang looked sideways and saw that an equally young and handsome man walked out beside the Temple of Sword Lord God of War.

The man’s face was cold and stern, and he wore a black robe to add to his body, which made people feel very cold.

But the aura on his body is very tyrannical, obviously there is only the Sixth Stage of the immortal emperor.

But the breath is comparable to the peak of the Celestial Emperor Eighth Stage!

Obviously, this cold-faced man is also a peerless arrogant!

Moreover, Wang Mang guessed that this cold-faced man and Sword Sovereign may be the peerless Tianjiao of the same vein!

Otherwise, three peerless Tianjiao from different veins will become neighbors, and it is estimated that sooner or later they will have to stand up.

Sure enough, Sword Lord’s next words proved Wang Mang’s guess.

At this moment, Jianjun’s face was cold and said: “Things that are beyond your ability!”

“Lu Xun, do you think you can compete with this seat?”

Hearing that, the cold-faced man sneered and said, “Just wait and see at that time.”

After that, the cold-faced man cast his eyes mockingly at Wang Mang, and said with disdain: “You are also a respectable Tianjiao anyway, and you are willing to become the running dog of the Sword Sovereign.”

“I really don’t know how you became the Peerless Tianjiao. You don’t even have the arrogance and arrogance of Peerless Tianjiao. You simply humiliate the four words of Peerless Tianjiao.”

After hearing this, Wang Mang was immediately confused.

Woori!

Did daddy provoke you when he stepped on a horse?

For a while, Wang Mang just felt more depressed.

He didn’t even speak, so he lay down the gun for no reason?

But this guy Wang Mang really didn’t To put in one’s eyes.

Because Wang Mang wearing a mask is qualified to compete for the position of Saint Son.

But this guy is nothing more than a perfect arrogant of the Sixth Stage.

Is he worthy to compete with himself?

Thinking of this, Wang Mang suddenly said coldly:

“Are you teaching me to do things?”

“Or do you look down on my Sword Sovereign brother!?”

“I think Brother Jianjun has a great chance to become Saint Son.”

“I’m optimistic about Brother Jianjun, and I’m willing to support him, what’s wrong?”

After hearing what Wang Mang said.

The Sword Lord, who was still a little unhappy, suddenly became excited.

This is the fucking brother of my Sword Master!

Upon hearing this, Lu Xun suddenly sneered:

“Just rely on him? Zunlong and Gu Yuan are weaker than him?”

“Even if Daddy really doesn’t have the chance to compete for the position of the son, it won’t support him.”

Sword Master, who was in a happy mood, his face instantly stiffened.

At the same time, Wang Mang quietly watched the change in Jianjun’s face.

At this moment, Wang Mang was even more angry and shouted at Lu Xun:

“Presumptuous! Boy, how dare you humiliate my Sword Sovereign brother so much!?”

“A fanatic! If I humiliate my brother again, I will kill you on the spot!”