The Ice Emperor punched the ice hard. He liked to see his opponent breaking into pieces. His fist hit the ice, but the ice was not broken, and there was not even crack. Changle in the ice layer blinked at him.

This scared the Ice Emperor. How could he move in the ice layer? Wuming, who was standing beside him, saw Tianzui still swallowing the elite Tianmen who dared to step forward. He knew that Changle was fine.

The Ice Emperor was very decisive in his work. When he saw that the ice had not been broken, he knew that there was something strange about it. Without a trace of hesitation, he turned around and wanted to leave the place.

The God General has already run away, and he is not a match for Changle alone, so it doesn’t mean to stay.

A fire suddenly ignited in Changle's body among the ice, and the ice on his body melted in a short while.

"Why did you run away?" Changle's voice sounded, but it was like thunder in the ears of the Ice Emperor.

The Ice Emperor, who had already run a short distance, couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

He was referring to why Changle was not eroded by his ice. Changle's voice appeared behind him, "Because your ice is weak."

In the Ice Emperor's understanding of this sentence is that because his ice is too weak, it was exploded by Changle.

Changle reached out and pinched the Ice Emperor's neck directly, and said with a smile, "Now you deserve to die."

"I am not that easy to kill!" A huge ice man appeared behind Changle without warning and directly smashed him away with a punch.

Indra is here!

He saw the body of the Goddess Mother, and the eyes that had no feelings had rarely appeared, and there was a trace of sadness.

"You deserve to die! Zhao Changle!" Indra said as he looked at Changle who was smashed into the ground.

"Then let's see which of us died first." Changle jumped up from the ground and punched Di Shitian.

Domineering King Fist!

The ice giant was smashed into a crack by Changle's punch. Indra rolled up the Ice Emperor and said to Changle, "Save your life today! Come and take your head again in the future!"

Today, Changle had no intention of sharing life and death with him, so he saw him leave like this, but did not stop him.

When the elites of Tianmen saw that Indra Shitian came and left, they naturally had no desire to fight and fled everywhere without hesitation. Changle used Tianzui to deal with a few of them running in front.

The rest of the people looked at Changle with caution, and one of the men with scars on their faces said to Changle, "Hero, we will not go back to Tianmen anymore, can we give us a way out?"

Indra was throwing them here as cannon fodder, so they naturally didn't want to work hard for Tianmen anymore.

Changle looked at them, thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible to let you go. You're all useless. You'll have to be a normal person with peace of mind."

They all seemed very resistant to Changle's words. How could that whole body of kung fu be said to be useless? But seeing Changle's appearance, there seemed to be no room for negotiation.

"Although they help Tianmen, are they a little useless in their martial arts..." Wuming said this time.

"Then you keep them in Zhonghua Pavilion to watch, otherwise these guys will have the risk of doing evil no matter where they go. In fact, killing them is the safest way, but I don't want to kill them indiscriminately." Changle said to Wuming.

After hearing Changle's words, Wuming was also silent.

Because Changle was right, if these guys left Tianmen, if they were people with incorrect minds, they would definitely cause trouble.

But Wuming in the Zhonghua Pavilion has no ability to take in so many people, and how do you know that there is no secret son of Indra Shitian here?

Seeing that Wuming stopped talking, Changle said to them, "Soon, we are still rushing back to have a meal."

"Hero, I will definitely let you taste my skills later." The chef said with a laugh.

"Okay." Changle replied casually.

"Damn it! Fight with him, the worst thing is to die!" A short and strong man shouted.

Under his instigation, everyone rushed towards Changle.

Changle waved his finger and a line appeared on the ground.

"If you don't want to die, don't cross the line!"

"Stop pretending to be a god!" the short and strong man shouted. He was the first to cross the line drawn by Changle.

"Your master, Indra, loves to pretend to be a ghost." Changle said angrily.

He closed his fingers, looked at Wuming and said with a smile

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Changle sent his fingers forward, and the weeds around him left the ground one after another, becoming his sword. He flew forward towards everyone, in the eyes of everyone in Tianmen.

That's not grass, that's a sword!

After a sword, there was no one living on this side of the line except Changle.

"Boss, is your new apprentice?" The chef knew that Wan Jian had returned to the sect, but Wuming had the ability to keep his head in mind.

"How is it possible? This hero is not better than the boss, the key is that he is not even rude!" Old Suntou is now Changle's most devout supporter.

Wuming looked at Lao Sun with annoyed look. He might need to find another new job.

There were still twenty or thirty people who did not cross the line with the short and strong man. They were all smart people and knew how to choose. After seeing that the people who crossed the line died, they would have no worries about their own martial arts.

"Does Wuming have money?" Changle looked at Wuming and asked.

"Yes, but in the Zhonghua Pavilion." Wuming probably guessed what Changle was going to do.

"Then I'll lend you what I want to lend you, give each of them some money to make it enough for them to live for a while." Changle said to Wuming with a smile.

"This money is mine." Wuming stood up and said.

The guys helped each other and returned to Zhonghua Pavilion with Wuming. The people from Tianmen stood outside the door embarrassedly. After a while, Changle came out with the silver.

He put the silver into everyone's hands, "Just say goodbye to myself before and live a good life in the future."

Everyone looked at Changle with a complicated expression. Some took the money and turned around and left, while others hesitated for a moment and bowed to Changle before leaving.

Seeing them leaving, Changle turned around and returned to Zhonghua Pavilion.

In order to paralyze the spies from Tianmen, Fengyun and his group were still walking slowly on the road. At that time, Changle felt that Indra would definitely attack Zhonghua Pavilion, so he rushed back in advance.

If Changle didn't want to be discovered by those spies, they would naturally not be able to discover it.

"I don't know if the master rescued Chuchu and the others?" Jian Chen said this countless times along the way.

Huang Ying felt that Changle left early because he didn't want to listen to Jian Chen's nagging.

"Don't worry, the master will definitely rescue them!" Bu Jingyun also answered this sentence countless times.

"Someone!" Bu Jingyun was the strongest, and he sensed that someone was coming from afar.

"Hahaha, are you all going well in slaying dragons?" Xu Fu, who was fairy-like, appeared in front of everyone, with a look of relief.
Chapter completed!