Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

Boom.

The young people in the upper world are merciless.

Liao Xian's forehead immediately burst into a bloody flower, and his head was badly injured. Suddenly he fell into syncope and fell down

He was supposed to be the strongest among the people, but he became the first one to lose in this world.

"Liao Xian!"

Nangong looks at a few people and their faces change. He exclaims in embarrassment.

However, no one is chasing Liao Xian's fallen figure. At present, Liao Xian exits. They have to find a way to continue to involve the young people in front of the clan.

Yes, it's involved, not defeated, because this person is too strong.

"Born saints? Well, it's just a waste of talent. "

With an undisguised sneer, the young man looked around at Nangong Wang and others, and even more mercilessly said:

"Give up, you are not my opponent."

"In addition to the one just now, I admire you. The martial arts of the lower world has declined and the inheritance has been cut off. It's not easy for you to come to this step."

"But we also need to face up to the fact that since the inheritance of martial arts in the lower world has been cut off, why should we give the spiritual power of this heaven and earth to those who are doomed to have no chance to use the waste."

What he is talking about at the moment is basically all the soldiers in the lower world.

The young man continued: "give in. When the battle team recovers, you can also follow us to the upper boundary. In this way, you can go further in martial arts..."

Nangong Wang and others listened, and their faces were gloomy and terrible.

But I have to admit that the young people are telling the truth. The martial arts in the lower world are cut off. They can't even find some decent martial arts skills. Otherwise, they would not even have no room to fight back in front of the young people.

But it's just this fact that they can't accept.

Once recognized, it is quite recognized that the lower bound is better than the upper bound.

At the same time, although Nangong Wang and others were silent, no one withdrew.

Seeing this, the young man understood what they meant. He shook his head speechlessly, and then said, "forget it. I don't cry until I see the coffin. I thought that you might become disciples of our sect in the future, so I'll leave you face..."

"In that case." Some sneers flashed on the young man's face: "you trash, come together."

The South Temple looks at a few people's face color to become red when Dun, look at each other one eye, prepare Qi Qi to rush up.

Just then.

In the distance, there was a fire in his heart, and Mo Nan, who was worried about no place to vent, sneered at the young man's rampant words.

It's you.

Then, a figure suddenly rushed from outside the circle, and Nangong Wang and others stood in front of the young man.

The latter one sees, recognize is mo Nan, Cu Cu eyebrow dissatisfaction way: "surname Mo, get out of the way!"

His voice at the moment is actually for Mo Nan's sake. The old rascal's breath is unstable. Everyone can see that he is Wu Zun who uses external force to break through.

Even these serious breakthrough wuzun are not young people's opponents. Even Liao Xian is defeated, let alone Mo Nan who borrows external force?

It's a pity that for his kindness, monance said without mercy

"Didn't you listen to what people said? What should you do? I'm here. Don't worry about it."

With that, he suddenly thought of something, looking back happily at Chen Jiang: "Lao Chen, I'm not talking about you."

Chen Jiang

He is stupid, but now he finds that Nangong Wang's angry gaze, and he knows that he is involved. He smiles bitterly and wants to tell Monan that you might as well not explain.

Zheng Zheng, Chen Jiang asked: "are you really confident?"

Having personally dealt with the young man on the other side, he knew better how terrible the young man was.

But he knows better than Nangong Shuo that Monan is not a good stubble.

Especially before he went to the Taoist temple this time, he knew that the latter had already fought with his father Chen Rong, and he had won. Because of this, Chen would feel inferior.

Therefore, he felt that Monan should be given a chance.

But Nangong Shuo in the distance had an unbelievable expression on his face and asked, "Chen Jiang, are you crazy?"

Without waiting for Chen Jiang to speak, the old rascal was not angry. He turned back and scolded: "you are the king of Wu. You are almost killed by the master. You are not qualified to speak!"

"You

Nangong Shuo suddenly drew his mouth.

Especially when he found that several peers around him were looking at him, he just felt that he couldn't keep his face - but the fact was the fact, and he had to nod his head.

After nodding, Nangong Wang also looked at Mo Nan's direction. Then he gritted his teeth to others and said, "forget it, this boy wants to die. Let him go."

"We're going somewhere else."

Looking at other places, the warriors in the lower world are still at a disadvantage. Nangong suddenly thinks that this is good. When they make time to stabilize the fighting in other places, they will come back to deal with the young people, too.

As for Mo Nan, I just hope this guy can hold on a little... Now, with Nangong Shuo taking the lead, the younger generation, including Chen Jiang, are scattered. The old hooligan squinted and looked at his peers in the upper boundary. It seems that he is not very old, and he is not very strong. However, judging from the situation of dealing with Liao Xianshi just now, this man, like him, is an extremely experienced warrior. The young man on the other side frowned and was discontented. He didn't understand how Nangong Wang could really leave. Naturally, he could see that Mo Nan's wuzun realm was forced up, and that a man with no solid foundation could be his opponent“ Get out of the way. Don't kill yourself Said the young man, shaking his head. Just because he is merciful to Nangong Shuo doesn't mean he will be merciful to others. He was afraid that he would beat this guy with one blow. However, Mo Nan didn't care. He just sneered and said with a sneer, "you are a strong young generation in the upper world, aren't you?" The young man was stunned and didn't know why, but he nodded after hesitation. Among the younger generation in Zhongzhou, he is not in the top 100, but there is not much difference. Therefore, it is not shameless for him to admit that he is strong“ Hey, hey, that's good. " After hearing this, Mo Nan no longer talks nonsense. His whole body is full of Wu Zun breath, and his fighting spirit is rising. He has already put on a posture of fighting. Today, he wants to let the younger generation in the upper world understand that no matter in the upper world or in the lower world, a warrior of this age is worth mentioning in front of him! The sage constitution of fart. The upper limit of fart is arrogant. They're all local chickens and dogs! The old rascal held his breath in his heart, not only because of today, but also because of Changxu's repeated telling him how wonderful his special constitution was. To be fair, Mo Nan himself doesn't matter, but when he thinks about how much effort he has devoted to Mo tou, whether it's Aunt Wang or Yang Zifeng, he has to fight for it, even if he doesn't like it. If he loses, even if the young man doesn't kill him, he can find a piece of tofu to kill himself.