"Yun Fei Yang, your skin is itching to get beaten up again, right?"
Seeing Ye Xuan and the others suddenly charge out of the crowd, the two Martial Kings of the Wanxiang Divine Sect, who were originally attacking Fang Wujie, couldn't help but pause their movements. They stopped and looked at Yun Fei Yang, waiting for his instructions.
"Ye Xuan, this brat injured a disciple of my Wanxiang Divine Sect. What?" You want to meddle in other people's business? "
Yun Feiyang's expression was ice-cold as he looked at Ye Xuan, who was standing in front of Fang Wujie. Killing intent filled his eyes as he gnashed his teeth.
Yun Feiyang hated Ye Xuan to the bone.
"Meddling in other people's business?"
The corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled up slightly as he said in a mocking voice, "Fang Wujie is my brother. If your Wanxiang Divine Sect wants to cause trouble for him, then you're looking for trouble for me, Ye Xuan. How can you say that you're meddling in other people's business?"
"You …"
When Ye Xuan's words entered Yun Feiyang's ears, their expressions turned ugly. They were both angry and angry.
"You what you …" This disciple of your Wanxiang Divine Sect doesn't know the rules and offended my brother. For your sake, I won't make things difficult for you. Apologize to him! "
However, before Yun Feiyang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Xuan's cold and domineering voice.
"This brat injured someone from my Wanxiang Divine Sect. I haven't even had the time to settle the score with you, and now you actually want me to apologize to him? Are you f * cking kidding me?"
Yun Feiyang's expression was extremely cold. His eyes flickered with a cold light as he spoke in a bone-chilling voice.
"Do you think I'm joking with you?"
Ye Xuan looked straight at Yun Feiyang as he spoke with a smile that was not a smile.
"Ye Xuan, do you know that you're courting death? Do you think that no one would dare to touch you in Su Hai with the support of the Berserker Alliance?
"" If you obediently let this brat kneel down and apologize to Little Hua today, on account of your face, my Wanxiang Divine Sect will not make things difficult for him. Otherwise, even you won't be able to protect him! "
Yun Feiyang clenched his fists so hard that they made 'ka ka' sounds. Furious words came out of his mouth.
"Protect me? Do I, the world's number one godly thief, still need someone to protect me? "
A cold light flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Wujie took a step forward and sneered, "Don't say that I'm bragging. Even if all of you trash from the Myriad God Sect come at me together, you won't be able to keep me here."
Clearly, this Fang Wujie was a proud and arrogant person, and was not afraid of trouble.
He had absolute confidence in his own strength.
"Arrogant!"
Hearing Fang Wujie's words, killing intent flashed in Yun Feiyang's eyes. The two Martial Kings understood and let out angry roars. Astral Energy erupted from their bodies, and like two ferocious tigers, they swung their fists at Fang Wujie.
The moment their fists smashed out, the astral energy that surged out from their fists transformed into a ferocious tiger head that bit towards Fang Wujie, causing the power of their fists to increase greatly. They could not be underestimated!
This was the Hunting Tiger Fist of the Wanxiang Divine Sect, and it was extremely powerful.
"Humph, big brother Xuan, leave it to me!" All these years, I've been under the control of that old man at home. It's been a long time since I've fought with anyone, so today is the perfect day to have a fight! "
Seeing this, Ye Xuan's brows twitched. Just as he was about to make a move, Fang Wujie suddenly charged forward, his mouth filled with confidence and excitement.
"BOOM!"
The instant Fang Wujie's voice fell, he had already rushed in front of the two Martial Kings of the Wanxiang Divine Sect. Facing their fierce attacks, Fang Wujie simply raised his fist and smashed it out without any fancy moves.
In the next moment, the dull sound of fists colliding rang out.
"Kacha …."
The two Martial Kings from the Wanxiang Divine Sect who were charging towards Fang Wujie suddenly stopped in their tracks and instantly fell into an absolute stillness.
In the next second, the sound of bones shattering and dislocating rang out. Under their terrified and aghast gazes, the bones in their hands were dislocated and their fists were twisted and deformed. Fang Wujie's fist blasted their fists away, and at the same time, it carried a powerful force as it smashed towards their faces. It continued to enlarge in their pupils, making it impossible for them to dodge!
"Puchi …"
In an instant, the sound of bones breaking could be heard. Their faces were instantly distorted by Fang Wujie's fist, and a large amount of blood sprayed out from their mouths. They were sent flying like two cannonballs, heavily smashing into Yun Feiyang's side, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
"I already said that the Wanxiang Divine Sect is a trash sect that doesn't make the cut, but you guys still don't believe me. Look, isn't this a little too weak?"
After easily taking care of the two Martial Kings of the Wanxiang Divine Sect, Fang Wujie felt that he had yet to finish his sentence and spoke with a face full of dissatisfaction.
"Trash!"
Looking at the two subordinates who were lying on the ground vomiting blood and seriously injured, and hearing Fang Wujie's dissatisfied words, Yun Feiyang's face turned ashen, and angry words came out of his mouth.
"It is indeed trash, and it is trash that can't be any more trash. It seems like you all know your limits!"
Fang Wujie lazily stretched his back and took over Yun Feiyang's words as he spoke at a moderate pace.
"Brat, do you know that you're courting death?"
Yun Feiyang suppressed the killing intent and anger in his heart as he stared coldly at Fang Wujie.
"Courting death? My old man said that courting death was quite fun, and only by courting death would I become stronger, so I stole from every house in the village and was chased by them! He also said that some people wouldn't die if they didn't court death. As for me, even if I court death, I won't die because I have obtained his true teachings! "
Fang Wujie yawned, looking as if he had not woken up yet as he lazily spoke.
This fellow was truly a weirdo. The moment his words left his mouth, everyone present couldn't help but laugh.
Even Ye Xuan, Mad Demon Lin Feng, and Li Chunyang couldn't help but smile. They were very curious about Fang Wujie's background and the old man he spoke of.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"
Liang Xiaoxiao was even more amused by Fang Wujie's words as she giggled from ear to ear.
"It seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin today! This young master will let you know the consequences of offending my Wanxiang Divine Sect. Yun Hao, Yun Qiang! "
Yun Feiyang's eyes were filled with killing intent as he coldly spoke.
"Young Lord!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two tall middle-aged men with extraordinary auras walked out from behind him.
They were core members of the Wanxiang Divine Sect and had the qualifications to run for the Wanxiang Divine Sect's deacon. They had already stepped into the Void Star Realm for many years and were mid-level four star Martial Kings. Their strength far surpassed the two fellows that Fang Wujie had injured.
"Skin him alive!"
A ruthless voice came out of Yun Feiyang's mouth.
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