Rebirth in the Urban World: I Am the Immortal King

Although the rest of the people have never interacted with each other, everyone is a strong-willed hero who is respected by the younger generations.

Before Fatty Fatty had time to land, a violent roar came from the distant sky, and everyone was frightened. The sky was boundless, and the violent aura came across.

A majestic man with half a silver mask seemed to tear through the void and came. After landing, his tyrannical aura forced everyone to retreat!

"You..." Ji Wufeng's eyes sparkled.

This masked young man is a feather guard of the Ji family, loyal to Ji Hongtu, and was sent to protect Ji Wufeng's mother and son.

But after fighting side by side for many times, the two formed a deep friendship, and Ji Wufeng also vaguely realized that the identity of this masked young man was definitely not just a feathered guard of the Ji family.

After his cultivation reached the realm of sainthood, Ji Wufeng's awareness of bloodline became stronger. He could sense that the power of bloodline in the masked young man's body echoed with his own.

"Are you from the Nie family?" Ji Wufeng asked.

The masked young man said: "I used to be called Gu Tianzhong!"

Ji Wufeng immediately understood that this person had the same life experience as Nie Wufeng.

The masked young man added: "My foster father changed my name to Nie Tianzhong."

Foster father?

The masked young man no longer called his lord, but his adopted father. Ji Wufeng instantly understood who the adopted father he was talking about. After all, Nie Tianzhong was his adopted brother, and the two were brothers.

"If you regard me as a brother, then let's fight together!" Nie Tianzhong said.

"Hahaha...brother!" Ji Wufeng stepped forward and slapped Nie Tianzhong's shoulder heavily with his palm.

The fat man Ma Tianlin also ran over and saw Ji Wufeng was equally excited. He had been in seclusion for the past five years, but he still knew the news about Ji Wufeng.

"You're still alive..." Ma Tianlin said with red eyes.

"Nima, even if you die, I will still be alive and kicking. Why the hell do you seem to have gained weight again? Aren't you afraid of squishing your wife while you sleep?"

Ji Wufeng noticed that Ma Tianlin was not much different from five years ago, but there was a mysterious change in the aura on his body. It was ethereal and vast, and the power of the Taoist sect was not in the same category as the ice wall of martial arts.

Just when Ji Wufeng announced his departure, another large group of people rushed over with overwhelming momentum!

Ji Wufeng was a little surprised. The leaders were Nie Zanglong and Yue Kunyang, as well as a young man. Ji Wufeng couldn't remember his name. They were all outstanding and strong among their young peers.

Behind the three people are not only disciples from their respective families, but also disciples from the other eight major families and young disciples from various sects. Although their strength is not too high, they are all elites among the young generation.

"Summon the dragon order and come to slay the demons and defend the way!" Nie Zanglong said loudly.

Ji Wufeng's heart moved, knowing that the news about the Dragon Summoning Order had spread, otherwise, these people would not obey his orders.

At Tongtian Peak, sixteen heads have dried, it’s too horrible to look at!

The nine living bodies were already dying, and the oil was exhausted. This was the situation Gu Yunfei wanted. He didn't want them to die. Otherwise, the wind and sun for several days would have killed them long ago.

"Smoker, are you really dead?" Crazy Blade's voice was very harsh because his throat was too dry.

His current condition is extremely miserable. His right arm holding the knife is missing, and his entire shoulder has even been chopped off.

, a steel bar passed through his left chest, nailing him to the mountain wall.

"Bah, you old swordsman is not dead yet, how can I walk in front of you? No matter what I say, you will be killed!" Zou Huairen lowered his head and cursed. Half of his face was cut off and his neck was broken. It fell and there was no way to look up.

"Why are you two old guys arguing? The Taoist priest was asleep, and you guys woke him up. I'll beat you up, believe it or not!" A shirtless, muscular old man cursed.

A bald man also spoke up and said, "You stinking Taoist priest, you are quite good at swearing. Are you going to die soon?"

"Get out of here, you bald donkey. I'm still energetic, Master Tao!" the strong old man scolded.

"You old bitches are nagging me to sleep, so shut up!" Someone else yelled angrily.

"I only know how to quarrel all day long, quarreling with your uncle!"

"Boss Lao Li, who are you scolding?"

"I'm really scolding you!"

"Try scolding me again, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

"You do it. If I can't beat you, I will be your brother on the road to hell!"

Sixteen heads and nine bodies with only the last breath left. Instead of waiting for death in despair, they were full of joy and spitballs were flying everywhere, and they were yelling at each other like a group of shrews.

But fortunately, they were all nailed to the mountain wall. If they had good arms and legs, they would have to fight.

Such a scene made the masters of the Sakura Temple, Nine-Headed Insect and Holy Court who were responsible for guarding the temple fall silent, with expressions of emotion on their faces.

What kind of people are these? Faced with such a desperate situation, he was still able to talk and laugh.

A master was unhappy and said with a ferocious laugh: "We are already about to die, why are we arguing?"

He spoke well, but when he opened his mouth, Kuangdao immediately became displeased and said, "That grandson, what the hell are you mumbling about? Do you want to curse? Come on, come on, I'll accompany you!"

Zou Huairen was no longer happy and said: "Grandson, I'm a master at scolding. If you want to be scolded, I'll make sure you take care of it!"

"Nima, we brothers are chatting, why does your grandson get in the way?"

"Don't you know that it's immoral to interrupt someone else's chat? Come here, grandson, and let the Taoist scold you for half an hour!"

The master suddenly felt like he had stung a hornet's nest. The group of people who had been yelling at each other just now turned their guns and aimed at him. The spittle they sprayed out almost drowned him.

He felt aggrieved, but he couldn't fight. He only had one breath left, so how could he start?

There is no hope for scolding. These old guys are not only good at fighting, but also bad at swearing. They have been hanging here for many days, and they have to scold them for a long time every day. They all have so many tricks in their mouths that it takes a few days to scold them. Not serious.

The master had no choice but to close his mouth in frustration and planned to leave. Damn, I can't afford to offend you, so I can't afford to hide from you?

In an instant, a sharp cold light struck from the distance, as if cutting through the void, and struck straight at the master.

The master was immediately shocked, mobilized all his strength, and punched out.

boom!

Fist Jin and Han Mang collided together, making a violent explosion.

puff!

It was the sound of blood spurting wildly, and the master's neck was strangely split in the middle. With the sound of blood spraying, his head slowly fell to the ground. Although the rest of the people have never interacted with each other, everyone is a strong-willed hero who is respected by the younger generations.

Before Fatty Fatty had time to land, a violent roar came from the distant sky, and everyone was frightened. The sky was boundless, and the violent aura came across.

A majestic man with half a silver mask seemed to tear through the void and came. After landing, his tyrannical aura forced everyone to retreat!

"You..." Ji Wufeng's eyes sparkled.

This masked young man is a feather guard of the Ji family, loyal to Ji Hongtu, and was sent to protect Ji Wufeng's mother and son.

But after fighting side by side for many times, the two formed a deep friendship, and Ji Wufeng also vaguely realized that the identity of this masked young man was definitely not just a feathered guard of the Ji family.

After his cultivation reached the realm of sainthood, Ji Wufeng's awareness of bloodline became stronger. He could sense that the power of bloodline in the masked young man's body echoed with his own.

"Are you from the Nie family?" Ji Wufeng asked.

The masked young man said: "I used to be called Gu Tianzhong!"

Ji Wufeng immediately understood that this person had the same life experience as Nie Wufeng.

The masked young man added: "My foster father changed my name to Nie Tianzhong."

Foster father?

The masked young man no longer called his lord, but his adopted father. Ji Wufeng instantly understood who the adopted father he was talking about. After all, Nie Tianzhong was his adopted brother, and the two were brothers.

"If you regard me as a brother, then let's fight together!" Nie Tianzhong said.

"Hahaha...brother!" Ji Wufeng stepped forward and slapped Nie Tianzhong's shoulder heavily with his palm.

The fat man Ma Tianlin also ran over and saw Ji Wufeng was equally excited. He had been in seclusion for the past five years, but he still knew the news about Ji Wufeng.

"You're still alive..." Ma Tianlin said with red eyes.

"Nima, even if you die, I will still be alive and kicking. Why the hell do you seem to have gained weight again? Aren't you afraid of squishing your wife while you sleep?"

Ji Wufeng noticed that Ma Tianlin was not much different from five years ago, but there was a mysterious change in the aura on his body. It was ethereal and vast, and the power of the Taoist sect was not in the same category as the ice wall of martial arts.

Just when Ji Wufeng announced his departure, another large group of people rushed over with overwhelming momentum!

Ji Wufeng was a little surprised. The leaders were Nie Zanglong and Yue Kunyang, as well as a young man. Ji Wufeng couldn't remember his name. They were all outstanding and strong among their young peers.

Behind the three people are not only disciples from their respective families, but also disciples from the other eight major families and young disciples from various sects. Although their strength is not too high, they are all elites among the young generation.

"Summon the dragon order and come to slay the demons and defend the way!" Nie Zanglong said loudly.

Ji Wufeng's heart moved, knowing that the news about the Dragon Summoning Order had spread, otherwise, these people would not obey his orders.

At Tongtian Peak, sixteen heads have dried, it’s too horrible to look at!

The nine living bodies were already dying, and the oil was exhausted. This was the situation Gu Yunfei wanted. He didn't want them to die. Otherwise, the wind and sun for several days would have killed them long ago.

"Smoker, are you really dead?" Crazy Blade's voice was very harsh because his throat was too dry.

His current condition is extremely miserable. His right arm holding the knife is missing, and his entire shoulder has even been chopped off.

, a steel bar passed through his left chest, nailing him to the mountain wall.

"Bah, you old swordsman is not dead yet, how can I walk in front of you? No matter what I say, you will be killed!" Zou Huairen lowered his head and cursed. Half of his face was cut off and his neck was broken. It fell and there was no way to look up.

"Why are you two old guys arguing? The Taoist priest was asleep, and you guys woke him up. I'll beat you up, believe it or not!" A shirtless, muscular old man cursed.

A bald man also spoke up and said, "You stinking Taoist priest, you are quite good at swearing. Are you going to die soon?"

"Get out of here, you bald donkey. I'm still energetic, Master Tao!" the strong old man scolded.

"You old bitches are nagging me to sleep, so shut up!" Someone else yelled angrily.

"I only know how to quarrel all day long, quarreling with your uncle!"

"Boss Lao Li, who are you scolding?"

"I'm really scolding you!"

"Try scolding me again, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

"You do it. If I can't beat you, I will be your brother on the road to hell!"

Sixteen heads and nine bodies with only the last breath left. Instead of waiting for death in despair, they were full of joy and spitballs were flying everywhere, and they were yelling at each other like a group of shrews.

But fortunately, they were all nailed to the mountain wall. If they had good arms and legs, they would have to fight.

Such a scene made the masters of the Sakura Temple, Nine-Headed Insect and Holy Court who were responsible for guarding the temple fall silent, with expressions of emotion on their faces.

What kind of people are these? Faced with such a desperate situation, he was still able to talk and laugh.

A master was unhappy and said with a ferocious laugh: "We are already about to die, why are we arguing?"

He spoke well, but when he opened his mouth, Kuangdao immediately became displeased and said, "That grandson, what the hell are you mumbling about? Do you want to curse? Come on, come on, I'll accompany you!"

Zou Huairen was no longer happy and said: "Grandson, I'm a master at scolding. If you want to be scolded, I'll make sure you take care of it!"

"Nima, we brothers are chatting, why does your grandson get in the way?"

"Don't you know that it's immoral to interrupt someone else's chat? Come here, grandson, and let the Taoist scold you for half an hour!"

The master suddenly felt like he had stung a hornet's nest. The group of people who had been yelling at each other just now turned their guns and aimed at him. The spittle they sprayed out almost drowned him.

He felt aggrieved, but he couldn't fight. He only had one breath left, so how could he start?

There is no hope for scolding. These old guys are not only good at fighting, but also bad at swearing. They have been hanging here for many days, and they have to scold them for a long time every day. They all have so many tricks in their mouths that it takes a few days to scold them. Not serious.

The master had no choice but to close his mouth in frustration and planned to leave. Damn, I can't afford to offend you, so I can't afford to hide from you?

In an instant, a sharp cold light struck from the distance, as if cutting through the void, and struck straight at the master.

The master was immediately shocked, mobilized all his strength, and punched out.

boom!

Fist Jin and Han Mang collided together, making a violent explosion.

puff!

It was the sound of blood spurting wildly, and the master's neck was strangely split in the middle. With the sound of blood spraying, his head slowly fell to the ground.