Whether it's Song Que, the Heavenly Sword whose combat power has reached the level of a grandmaster, or the four great holy monks who can't lose to a strong master if they join forces, etc.

The more Fan Qinghui talked about it, the more confident she became. She felt that with such a lineup, there was no problem in the world that could not be solved.

Unfortunately, Ning Daoqi's reaction made her a little disappointed.

He shook his head directly to indicate that he would not participate. It was better not to ask him for such a thing.

"It's unlikely that we will take action directly. The Taoist priest doesn't need to be so cautious, right?"

Fan Qinghui was a little confused and said: "I believe that guy Wu Dong won't really deny him face!"

"What if he really doesn't give me face?"

Ning Daoqi's eyes flashed with disdain and he asked directly.

"Then take action and suppress it forcefully!"

Fan Qinghui didn't say anything about direct killing, that would be a matter of time, but he didn't say it so harshly.

However, only she knows what she is thinking.

"Have you ever thought about what to do if you can't beat me?"

"How can it be?"

Fan Qinghui shook his head in amusement and said leisurely: "With so many top experts joining forces, how can Wu Dong, the leader of the Wagang Army, be able to withstand it?"

"It's not like there aren't any experts on the Wagang Army side!"

"Then unite with a few more and contain all those masters!"

Although she didn't say which force she was uniting with, Ning Daoqi could still guess that it was the Yuwen Clan entrenched in Jiangnan and the Li Clan in Hedong.

For some reason, a trace of disgust suddenly arose in his heart...
Chapter completed!