"Li Sheng, do you want to die if you falsely accuse me of Huang Feng Valley?!!!"

His loud voice seemed to slap Li Sheng in the yellow robe's face, making his face flushed with anger.

When the Jindan monks from other sects in the hall heard this voice, their faces changed, either joy or sorrow.

"Squeak!" With a sound, a fat and fat man pushed the door open and entered.

The fat man had a fat face hanging on his chin for several layers. His fat body was as round as a bucket. His small eyes were clamped by the flesh on his eyes, leaving only a little bit of thin slits. It was Fat Man Lei who was summoned out of the mountain gate by the ancestor Linghu that day!

The shouting and scolding just now was obviously from him.

When Zhong Lingdao, the head of Huangfeng Valley, saw this fat man, he was overjoyed.

God, the hard days of being roasted on fire have finally come to an end!!!

So Zhong Lingdao stepped forward excitedly and bowed and said, "Master Lei!"

Fatty Lei glanced at Zhong Lingdao and reached out to say that he helped him up.

Yan said, "Nephew Zhong, you are no longer in this place. Next, I will tell you my fellow disciples."

Zhong Lingdao was ecstatic, but he forced himself to show it. He just bowed to everyone and said, "In this way, I will take my leave."

He said to Fatty Lei again: "I'll thank my uncle for everything!"

Fatty Lei waved his hand to signal him to retreat, and Zhong Lingdao seized the opportunity and turned around and left the convention hall that made him anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

After Zhong Lingdao left Huangfeng Valley, Fatty Lei looked around with a domineering look and sneered:

"If you have anything to ask, even if you ask, Lei must know everything and say everything."

Then he glanced at the middle-aged man in yellow robe. Li Sheng hummed and said, "But some bastards with ulterior motives should not talk nonsense, otherwise Lei would be afraid that he would be unable to control his body for a while and his magic power would be rampant."

Li Sheng's face turned red because of Fatty Lei's shout just now, but out of some fear, he did not dare to speak.

Who knew that he had already tolerated himself in every way, and Fatty Lei was still trying to get more and more?

It's tolerant, but who can't bear it!

After all, I am a great Jindan monk. How can I allow you to bully you like this?

So he gritted his teeth and said to Fatty Lei, "Lei Wanhe, don't go too far! Li is also a Jindan monk in Tianque Castle. How dare you bully me again and again?"

"Hahaha!"

Fatty Lei, Lei Wanhe laughed at the sky after hearing this, saying, "I, Lei, are just bullying you, what do you dare?"

"You..." Li Sheng was angry, but Lei Wanhe was obviously not ready to give him a chance to reply.

"There is Tianque Castle behind you. The Huangfeng Valley behind Mr. Lei is the one who eats dry food?"

"Apart from the background of the sect, you Li Sheng, dare to be raving in front of me, Lei?"

"Do you dare to start a war with my Huangfeng Valley on behalf of Tianque Castle?"

Every time Li Sheng asked, his face looked a little ugly, but Lei Wanhe obviously did not intend to give up.

He pointed to Li Sheng's nose and said, "Li Sheng, do you dare to fight Lei without even having a fight? If you dare to let his grudges be relieved in one battle, if you can defeat Lei, don't say that Lei kneels down and apologizes, it's this life, you can take it away."

Speaking of this, Lei Wanhe smiled "hehe" and continued, "If you don't dare, just close your beak!"

After saying this, Li Sheng's face was ashen and he was almost vomiting blood.

But he really didn't dare to have an attack because, he really didn't dare!

For a moment, standing there, either moving forward or retreat, the scene was very awkward.

Among all the golden elixir monks in the field, a white-robed monk who was transformed into swords and Wu had some friendship with Li Sheng, but when Li Sheng turned his eyes to him, he lowered his head and turned a blind eye.

It is really the shadow of a famous tree. Lei Wanhe is quite famous among the seven sects of golden elixirs. Everyone knows that this fat man is a thunder spirit root cultivator. After forming the golden elixir, his thunder magic has amazing power. The golden elixir is no match for him at all.

If Lei Wanhe is a powerful Jindan monk who has an impression of the Nascent Soul Ancestors of various sects, then Li Sheng is just a mediocre person in the Jindan. Even if he has some friendship, who would commit suicide for the little friendship with Li Sheng? This is obviously very unrealistic.

The embarrassment in the field lasted for a quarter of an hour, and Li Sheng's face turned red and purple.

"Ahem! Can Fellow Daoist Lei give me a face and what if I exposed this matter?"

Suddenly, a small loud voice sounded, which attracted everyone present to look at it.

Li Sheng was as if he had received a general amnesty and hurriedly retreated.

The man was an old man, with a position left, and his clothes were very simple. He was carrying a blue cloth bag, but he was washed very clean and there was no dust at all.

But his face and hands were covered with oil, and he looked like a beggar, and he couldn't even see his specific appearance. In contrast, it was very strange and weird.

Lei Wanhe, who had a domineering look on his face just now, changed his expression instantly when he saw this old man.

"Fellow Daoist Qiong? I never thought that the Yanyue Sect would send fellow Taoists here. Just now standing behind fellow Taoist Mu in the Giant Sword Sect, Lei did not realize that he was really disrespectful! I wonder what my friend has to see?"

Lei Wanhe looked at the old monster with a serious expression.

After all, this person is not comparable to that of Li Sheng. He has been advancing the Golden Pill for a long time and has great supernatural powers, far exceeding most of the Golden Pill monks in the six sects. He is the top Golden Pill monk under the Nascent Soul recognized by Yue Kingdom.

If it were usual, Lei Wanhe would not help but call him "Senior" when he saw him. However, at this moment, with the previous instructions from his ancestors, plus the several treasures given by his ancestors before, Lei Wanhe asked himself that his magical powers were no longer inferior to the old monster, so he became a little tougher.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the old monster Qiong. Lei Wanhe had a straightforward and irritable temper and he had heard of it, but this does not mean that this person is lacking in mind.

A true person with a lack of brain has difficulty in practicing until the Golden Elixir stage even if he is qualified.

So he was so mean to ask himself if he could compete with me?

The old monster Qiong changed his mind and guessed Lei Wanhe's psychological activities.

Unless the Jindan monks do not seek to make progress, they will not stay in the sect for a long time. After all, it is really difficult to further their cultivation level, and the demand for resources is extremely great.

This is also why many golden elixirs present just now dared not commit suicide by Lei Wanhe, which made him use Li Sheng's killing chicken to warn the monkey to play an almost perfect role.

Everyone is going out to spend time. The Nascent Soul Ancestor is not your bodyguard who can protect you at any time. The seven factions of Yue Kingdom are both in the open and in secret, and who has never used any shackles?

Everyone is not clean and when they are not reliable in the wild, they rely entirely on their hard skills to speak.

But the strength of the old monster Qiong is generally recognized as being above Lei Wanhe. There is only one possibility that Lei Wanhe is so confident. He believes that his magical power is no longer inferior to that of the old monster Qiong.

The same thought flashed through the minds of all the Jindan present.
Chapter completed!