I Do Not Want to Inherit the Family Fortune

Wan Wuxie is naturally impossible to let those who have entered the city lord's mansion but have not left.

At the beginning, he didn't stop those people from leaving because he hadn't been exposed at the time. Now that he has exposed, it is absolutely impossible for people to leave.

Just as he said, if it can swallow the people present, his strength is very likely to break through to the ninth level of the saint.

When the time comes, even if someone comes, he will be innocent and not afraid.

What he wants now is that outsiders don't know his strength!

"My demon boy, I can't just die so easily."

Wan Wuxie raised his head and looked at Liu Jun, his mouth slightly cocked.

At the same time, there has been a tyrannical coercion since the heavens and the earth, and many people were caught off guard, even lying directly on the ground.

Chen Ping turned around hard and looked at the situation in the square. Only some people were trying to stand up, such as Shen Bingling and the vicissitudes of life, as well as some people who looked extremely proud.

Some people just lay on the ground, and Chen Ping even heard someone shouting.

"Innocent saint, we are willing to enter the demon way! Please let us go!"

"Innocent saint, we are undoubtedly the enemy of the magic way, and I have admired the magic way for a long time, and ask the saint to let me go."

"I am willing to be a cow and a horse for the saint! Please let the saint let me go!"

"..."

Words of this kind kept ringing in the whole square, and some people who seemed very arrogant couldn't help turning their heads to look at those people, their eyes full of hatred and contempt.

Such a group of clumsy, they really disdain to be with them.

At the same time, a calm and indifferent voice sounded.

"The speed of begging for mercy is really fast, but how can you be sure that no saint will come to save us?"

"A bunch of trash!"

Chen Ping looked at the man when he heard the words, and found that the man who made the noise was a man in white, standing calmly beside the golden table.

The false saint of ancient heaven, Baiyun!

Bai Yun glanced at the people around him, and the disdain in his eyes became more and more intense. When he saw Chen Ping, he couldn't help but froze for a while, then quickly shifted his gaze to look at other people.

But Bai Yun was a little puzzled in his heart. He didn't understand why Chen Ping hadn't left. He now has an identity in the Beidou Hall.

Naturally know the news sent by the palace masters just now.

It stands to reason that Chen Ping is just the peak of the nine stars, and it should be right to leave. Not to mention the saint, the false saint can easily kill him.

At this time, a voice full of sarcasm sounded.

"We are trash? Waiting for the saint to save us?"

"This innocent hypocrite is the eighth realm of a saint!"

"Even able to reach the ninth level of the saint, and cultivate an extremely powerful magic way. How many people in this Starfall Continent can surpass him?"

Hearing this, Wan Wuxie looked at the person who spoke, with a look of interest in his eyes.

What this man said made him feel good.

"Yes, the consciousness is quite high, if so, then I will let you go." Wan Wuxie chuckles.

At the same time, he jokingly glanced at everyone around him, the look in his eyes was hard to see.

On the other side, Chen Ping sighed slightly.

This innocence is indeed a bit scary. He is now using these people on the scene to defeat the psychological defenses of some other people, thus making them gloomy.

According to Wan Wuxie's meaning, he was going to kill these people, but what is his purpose for doing this now?

Chen Ping's eyes became more silent.

Bai Yun looked at those people with an ugly face. After taking a deep breath, Bai Yun looked at everyone around him.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by Wan Wuxie! This guy just wants to disintegrate your fighting spirit, so as to kill you faster and merge you!"

"There must be a saint to save us!"

Wan Wuxie glanced at Bai Yun, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

At the next moment, a black pike condensed out, and drew it towards the white cloud. The breath was fierce and looked extremely scary.

Bai Yun's pupils suddenly shrank, and a touch of horror appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, other people's ridicule sounded.

"No matter how the innocent saint is, he is also a saint on the eighth level. Is it something you can talk about with such waste?"

"Do you think the innocent saint is in the same realm as you? He wants to kill you easily!"

"Yes, are you all fools, so-called invincible hypocrites?"

"Extremely ridiculous!"

"..."

Various voices sounded, but Bai Yun's forehead was sweating coldly. He has no time to deal with those people now. He must find a way to solve the immediate crisis!

Chen Ping's heart also sank to the bottom.

A silver lining.

Where is that ray of life? Still, this ray of life has passed.

Wan Wuxie raised his eyebrows. This Baiyun was really smart, and as the people just said, killing them was effortless, but Wan Wuxie wanted to make them less resentful after death.

This will make it easier for him to absorb the strength of those people, and even if the opponent's soul will impact him, it will not have much impact on him.

If the opponent's grievance is low when the opponent dies, the vitality that Wan Wu Xie can merge will increase.

That's why he spent so much time talking to these people that seemingly nonsense.

But how could he talk to others with such words?

"I know you, you seem to be called Baiyun, right?"

Wan Wuxie turned his head to look at Bai Yun, his eyes were cold.

"I will give you a chance to surrender to me. I can not kill you, or even make you stronger and quickly step into the holy realm.

This sentence was like a shocking stone, everyone's eyes were on Bai Yun's body.

How difficult it is to enter the holy realm, no one at the scene does not know.

However, Wan Wuxie said that he could quickly step into the Holy Realm!

Most of the people present were moved.

At the same time, a chuckle suddenly sounded from outside the hall.

"Wan Wuxie, you just came out and provoke so many people, it seems a bit unwell, right?"

With the sound of this voice, a smiling old man walked in from outside the city lord's mansion.

Chen Ping also looked at the old man. The old man was leaning on a crutches in his hand, and he was wearing an extremely simple-looking coarse linen. His eyes were full of kind smiles, and his whole body did not even fluctuate in vitality.

After the old man walked into the city lord mansion, he walked towards Wan Wuxie, and said as he walked.

"Actually, if you deal with others, I won't say anything."

"But, if you want to deal with him, I can't agree."

As the old man said, he smiled and looked at the person next to him, and that person was indeed Chen Ping!