Without giving Liu Wuxie a chance to react, come up and take action directly.

If it is replaced by other fourth level of true pills, this palm will definitely make you dizzy and even your brain will burst.

"roll!"

With a sharp roar, the violent murderous intent swept across the spot with Liu Wuxie as the center.

The terrifying air waves rolled up the stalls on both sides, and the items on them were constantly blown away.

The right hand turned into a fist and made a strange posture. The man on the left was caught by Liu Wuxie.

"Bang!"

He hit his armpit with a punch. The situation happened too quickly, and it was too late for Luo Mingyang to react.

"Swoosh!"

The man flew backwards and smashed into the ruins, falling to a slight vegetarian diet.

He is the eighth level of the true pill, and was actually knocked away by a small fourth level of the true pill. How could he swallow this?

"It must be because of carelessness that this kid will succeed. It is four levels apart, so it is impossible to hurt the eighth level of the true pill."

The people standing aside looked like they were pointing in the direction of the country, thinking that Liu Wuxie was driven away by a sneak attack, and the young man was careless.

Luo Mingyang's face was gloomy and terrible. The two junior brothers who were with him had always been dependent on him.

When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner.

If Luo Mingyang did not destroy Liu Wuxie, how could he gain a foothold in the outside world in the future?

Liu Wuxie has already made a defensive posture. As long as Luo Mingyang takes action, he will immediately use his deadly sword technique and kill him.

Even if Tianbao Sect pursues his salary, he will be fined for a few months at most.

I still have 70,000 to 80,000 medium-grade spirit stones on my body, so I don’t care about the hundreds that the sect sends out every month.

"Boy, I want you to die!"

Luo Mingyang said it almost word by word, the violent peak true pill power was like a flood, rushing towards Liu Wuxie.

Those who gathered around them retreated one after another to avoid affecting themselves.

The momentum on the field is about to break out, and a death war can be triggered at any time.

The man who fell on the ruins struggled to get up, his mouth was covered with blood and his face was vicious.

Now that things have come to this point, Liu Wuxie has no way out, and the evil blade appears in his palm.

"Luo Mingyang, you are bullying the new disciples, which really makes me look down on you."
Chapter completed!