"Ahem...I...my eyes...my throat...ahem...this...what the hell is this...!"

The eight people roared in pain, and they could withstand 200% of the power of the powerful tear gas.

As an Earthling, you know that at times like this, you should at least avoid the strange fog, or lie down on the ground, or at least simply cover your mouth and nose. This is common sense.

But how could these people from the Kunlun Realm have any common sense? They took out their weapons one after another and started sweeping randomly, covering their mouths while coughing and slashing, and yelling, "Who, come here, I'm not afraid of you..."

A group of disciples from the Kunlun Realm were dumbfounded. Was their elder being attacked? What should they do?

Go up and rescue people?

Pull him down, there is a very powerful iron egg over there.

But don't save people.

What are these disciples going to do, wait for death?

In the end, they all made a common decision to lie down on the ground, feeling that it was still so safe and reliable.

Seeing the eight people slashing with their breath, Ning Tao laughed so hard that he almost bit off his tongue and basically lost his breath.

A tear gas scares these people. Although 95% of them have no common sense, it is undeniable that modern weapons are really powerful, and even he does not dare to underestimate them.

The Fenyan Valley disciple next to him was shocked. His whole aura changed a lot, and he didn't look like this person at all.

Seeing that the matter might get serious, Li Zhen immediately shouted: "Mr. Mo, hurry up and save these people. These are our guests, how can we let them suffer like this?"

When Mo Yuntian heard this, the muscles on his face trembled, as if he was trying to suppress a smile, but he also knew that the overall situation was important, so he turned his sleeves and suddenly set off a violent gust of wind.

"boom!"

The strong wind howled by, taking away the strange mist, but it was obvious that special methods were used.

Suddenly, Yun Zhongzi pointed his sword at Li Zhen and said ferociously: "We treat you with sincerity, but you dare to take advantage of us."

As he spoke, an ethereal spiritual power spread out, with naked murderous intent and a bone-chilling coldness.

Mo Yuntian snorted, eyes half-closed, and just stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at him. I bet he didn't have the guts.

Li Zhen looked aggrieved and said, "Old gentleman, you can't say that. I've made it clear before that no gangster would dare not cry when he touches it."

"I gave you such a powerful treasure, which is enough to prove our sincerity. Besides, it was the gentleman who pulled the ring off. Wasn't that just for fun?"

"Well!"

Yan Qi and the others were so angry that their whole bodies trembled.

Although they couldn't see it for a short time, the power of the soul was enough to replace their eyes, and its mystery was unfathomable.

Yun Zhongzi and others were extremely angry, but after thinking about it for a moment, they still looked at Elder Leimen. They were all owed to this person.

If people say it’s just for decoration, just do it, right?

To trick your teammates, just try your best to trick your teammates...

Elder Raimon was also very angry, with a twisted look on his face. He didn't know that he had been tricked, but he couldn't say anything to refute. After all, he had pulled out the thing with his own hands.

The faces of several people were filled with tears, which stung their eyes, but the most important thing was not this. They said in a deep voice: "Guys, have we agreed to cooperate on a win-win situation?"

When Li Zhen heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Forget it, we will organize some for you to visit, and we will teach you some more personally, but it depends on your sincerity."

Hearing this, Yun Zhongzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately flicked his sleeves and tried to recover: "I hope the cooperation will be pleasant."

"Same thing," Li Zhen said with a simple smile.

Mo Yuntian looked at them with a joking look on his face. He always felt that this was just the beginning. He had only been in the original world for a short time. He was being bombarded and it hurt his eyes. It was so miserable.

Suddenly, Yun Zhongzi suddenly said: "Brother Mo, I think you should be very interested in one thing. How big is the gap between the monks in your original world and my Kunlun world?"

"What do you want to say?" Qingcheng Patriarch said.

Zen Master Jingkong suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a sneer: "It's very simple. If we fight, we will have a battle between monks of the same level in your original world and my Kunlun world."

"Let's look at winning or losing, and then look at the gap!"

The Wudang Patriarch and others narrowed their eyes. It seemed that they were planning to regain their position and boost their morale through victory.

But judging from various signs, their side must have been defeated at the same level. They have Taoism, magic weapons, foundations, etc.

However, they also have confidence!

The Wudang Patriarch smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "Since you want to have a fight, the host will naturally accompany you to the end."

Elder Leimen was suffocating in his heart, and immediately said angrily: "Yin Feng, stand up for me, you will fight this battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in silver robes stood up immediately. He seemed to be the person Ning Tao had seen before.

Raimon directly said with a sneer: "His strength is the third level of infant refining. He is relatively weak among our team. We can just use three moves to win later."

Upon hearing this, Yin Feng immediately said arrogantly: "Elder, don't worry, I have nothing to fear from anyone of their own level."

When the junior generation from the original world heard this, they were furious. They dared to underestimate them like this. This was a blatant provocation.

However, his strength is indeed very strong. Any disciple who comes out is at the third level of Infant Refining, which is really powerful.

When the Wudang Patriarch saw this, Yun Qingfeng said calmly: "Since people call him weak, let's not bully him. We can just find someone who is one level weaker than him and win across levels. That would be good."

"Hailin, go and defeat him with one move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person squeezed out from the crowd. He looked quite mature and steady. It was Wu Hailin.

Fuck!

Ning Tao, who was watching, was suddenly startled and jumped up from the ground with a look of horror on his face. Is the ancestor crazy?

Yin Maple, the third level of infant refining, and other levels have reached their peak.

Wu Hailin, who is at the third level of Qi training, is weak.

When these two people fight, the outcome is already decided. Is it possible that a miracle will happen?

But that is a large level, a whole large level, and there are ten layers of small levels in between. It is not a child's play.

How do you fight this guy? It's impossible to win. You can't just let him admit defeat as soon as he goes up. That's ridiculous...

etc!

The ancestor seemed to have said just now that if Master Wu was to defeat this powerful Silver Maple with one move, my god, is it because I can't keep up with Tao or Tao can't keep up with me? Is the world crazy?

Ning Tao couldn't figure it out even if he tried hard. He had a worried look on his face. How could his ancestor do such a stupid thing? How could he let Master Wu take such a risk? Could it be a reckless decision?

He looked anxiously and found that neither Mr. Mo nor the Tianshan Ancestors were trying to stop him, but there was also a look of doubt on their faces.

When Yun Zhongzi and others heard this, they were furious. The man's cultivation level could clearly sense that he was only at the third level of Qi Refining. This was a naked insult and humiliation. He deserved it!!

I saw them yelling ferociously: "Yin Feng, people have humiliated you like this. If you do something later, don't hold back."
Chapter completed!