"Wuji Peak, I'm still a personal disciple. What's wrong with you coming to my Thirteen Peak?" Fang Liu glanced at the few people and said lightly.

"Shisan Peak, when did the name change here?" Liu Tao walked out and said.

"No matter what his name is, there should be someone named Xiao Chen here. Call him out. I want to see where he is so bold and dares to tie up the people from Wuji Peak!" A young man walked out, exuding the later stage of the saint's cultivation.

"Master Xiao Chen Peak is the master of our Thirteen Peaks. You are not qualified to see him yet. If you have nothing to do, just leave." Although Fang Liu didn't know what happened, these people obviously came in bad ways. With Xiao Chen's identity and strength, he didn't bother to deal with these troubles at all.

"Rareless, a mere inner disciple dared to call himself the master of the peak, and said that we are not qualified to see him, so he is nothing!"

Fang Liu's voice fell, and a disciple immediately scolded him.

"Pay attention to your words. If you dare to insult our peak master, don't blame me for being rude." Fang Liu's face turned cold. Everything he could have now was thanks to Xiao Chen. In his heart, Xiao Chen was not only a benefactor, but also the object of his admiration.

"Rareless, you are just a mate disciple, and you dare to speak to me like this. You don't want to live anymore!" Anger flashed across the disciple's face, and then he slapped Fang Liu directly with a palm, showing no mercy. If an ordinary disciple was beaten with a palm, he would have to lie down for several months if he didn't die.

Fang Liu's face darkened, and the broom in his hand was directly knocked out, knocking the disciple away, disappearing from everyone's sight, not knowing how far it was.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Fang Liu in disbelief. You must know that the disciple who was beaten out by him just now was a powerful saint in the early stage.

"You are definitely not a servile disciple. Who are you?" the young man looked at Fang Liu and asked in a deep voice.

"Am I?" Fang Liuyi said proudly: "I am Fang Liu, a disciple of the mountain sweeping of Thirteen Peaks!"

A disciple who swept the mountain, is he so proud?

"You can easily knock my Wuji Peak disciple away, at least you have a saint's cultivation level, so how could you be just a disciple of Sweeping Mountain?"

The young man said in a deep voice.

"I am willing to be a disciple of sweeping mountains. Do you have any control?" Fang Liu glanced at the young man and said lightly.

"Arrogant, although I don't know who you are, I want to try your skills!" said the young man, and then all the auras of the saints burst out in the later stage.

"Fang Liu, drive them all out so as not to affect the scenery of my Thirteen Peaks." At this moment, Xiao Chen's faint voice sounded.

"Yes, the master of the peak!" Fang Liudao then exuded the late-stage aura of the saint on his body.

"How is it possible for a late-stage saint?" Feeling Fang Liu's breath, the young man's face showed an incredible look. How could a late-stage saint be a sweeping disciple?

Fang Liu had already broken through to the late stage of the saint through the thunder tribulation, and had condensed the holy bones. He did not take the young man seriously at all. He swept it out with a broom, including the young man and others, all of which were swept out by Fang Liu.

Some of the disciples passing by nearby were stunned after seeing this scene. A disciple of the mountain sweeping mountain swept away a group of personal disciples with a broom. Who is this disciple of the mountain sweeping mountain and how strong is?
Chapter completed!