It's the highest-level man...

The middle-aged man in this fasting period looked at Li Yanjue with wide eyes. In the middle stage of fetal breathing, a water drop could kill him a disciple in the late stage of foundation building? And even he didn't notice it, which was terrible.

But thinking about it, the other party actually killed their disciples in his eyelids, and they were the late stage of foundation building with a relatively high level among their disciples. So he couldn't help but get angry. Then he slapped the table and said, "Oh, you Fuyun Sect, dare to kill our disciples from the Purple Yi Sect openly?"

But when he heard his words, Yun Lan said slowly: "If you don't kill me with pride, can you just kill me with slightest silence?"

"Puff!" The disciple of Fuyun Sect laughed out loud.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it. The power of the fairy spirit in his hand spread and went straight towards Yunlan. The fasting cultivator was not fake. The powerful energy was earth-shaking, and even the entire inn felt like he was about to rise up. All the guests around ran out of the door in fright, and the shopkeeper was also looking at the scene with weak legs.

"It's so miserable, it's really a fight!"

Now, his inn is really going to be ruined.

However, a white shadow suddenly flashed by, and the tall figure came forward like a sword in the hands of the streamer. With an unsightly face, everyone felt that the figure had fascinated thousands of female disciples, including some of the Ziyimen Sect. Everyone looked at Yun Lan, who was still drinking tea calmly, but there was already a piece next to her.

At this time, the tall white shadow and the black shadow were like two powerful airflows. Everyone would not see how the battle between the strong was. They always felt that the white figure was flowing, without any disadvantage. The white belt was floating, and the clothes were flying. The sword in their hands was like a magical tool that opened the world. And the black figure actually staggered?

How is that possible?

The middle-aged man was shocked.

The other party is obviously only in the middle stage of fetal breathing? Why can he fight with him, a strong man in the fasting stage? No, or he is unwilling to admit that the other party is actually better than him.

He was hit by one move and one move, only defense, and no point could be found where the opponent's weakness was? No, he could not attack at all, and only retreat by the opponent's fierce moves.

At this time, even laymen can see that the middle-aged man in black is inferior to the man in white. Whether in moves, aura, or spiritual power, it is impossible. Obviously, the levels of the two people are one level apart. How could such a thing be done?

The disciples of the Purple Clothing Sect around them also had their high arrogance from the beginning, and they were slowly shattered their contempt and conceit as they were defeated step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by the purple sect sect sect sect

How is that possible?

The other party actually said someone is even more powerful than their master?

However, the disciples of the Fuyun Sect at this end were even more shocked. This was the first time they saw Senior Sister Yun’s husband facing an enemy. They originally thought that Senior Sister Yun was already powerful enough. Senior Sister Yun’s husband usually just stayed quietly by Senior Sister Yun, weakening his presence and making people not pay much attention.

Now that he took action, his aura of shocking looking down at the world told them that this man is very powerful and extremely powerful.

"So amazing!"

"Senior Sister Yun, where did you find the man? He is so powerful."
Chapter completed!