Super King of Soldiers in the City

Wang Fan abolished this person without any nonsense. Under the dull eyes of everyone, he took Lu Cai'er and left the place quickly.

He has no time to waste here, no time to wait here for that endless trouble.

Around, those foreign cultivators saw the two leave, and although their faces were ugly, no one dared to stop them.

Without him, Wang Fan's previous shot was too powerful.

Moreover, among the monks here, most of the cultivation bases are at the peak of the Holy Emperor, and there are not many strong gods at all.

Those who are strong in the realm of the gods have already plunged into the Thunder Mountain, and they have begun to seek the different thunder tactics, and there is no time to waste here.

As for those Saint Emperor peaks who stayed here, they were all looking to form a team.

Their cultivation base is weak, and it is too dangerous to go to Leishan alone. Only when multiple people form a team can there be such a slight possibility of competition.

"On the first floor of the Holy Emperor, he actually punched Huang Jingshen. Who is he?"

"I heard that there seems to be an extremely enchanting Chinese cultivator in the foreign land. This person's name is Wang Fan. Is it possible that he is that Wang Fan?"

"What? He is Wang Fan? You say that, but I also feel that he is that Wang Fan. I really didn't expect that Wang Fan would come here."

It was not until Wang Fan and the two left for a long time that there was an uproar at the scene.

Many people were talking about it, and they quickly guessed Wang Fan's identity.

There is no way, except for the legendary Wang Fan, there seems to be no one else on the first floor of the Holy Emperor.

It's just, didn't they hear that Wang Fan was being hunted down by some powerful Gods of the Yellow Realm in China? Why did he come here?

Wang Fan didn't know what those people were talking about, nor did he hear it.

If he heard it, he would definitely sigh.

People really can't be too good.

Just like him, this is so low-key, but as soon as he appears, his identity is guessed.

He is like the brightest star in the sky, really shining.

A day later, Wang Fan and Lu Cai'er, following the figures of many monks, came to a mountain range.

This mountain range is extremely vast and boundless.

From a distance, the top of the mountain is even more connected to the clouds. Looking at this mountain, you will only feel your own insignificance.

Moreover, above the mountain range, there are thunder lights shining everywhere, and the dark thunder light is constantly smashing the entire mountain.

That power is really heart-pounding.

"This is the Thunder Mountain? Is that the Lightning Secret Art in this Thunder Mountain?"

Looking at the mighty and vast Thunder Mountain, Wang Fan murmured in his heart.

Lu Cai'er also raised her face, with a look of horror and shock on her face.

It's not that she has never seen such a huge mountain, but such a huge thunder mountain, if it is completely composed of thunder, is the first time she has seen it.

In particular, Lei Wei, who felt that terrifying, had a faint heart palpitation because of her cultivation strength.

The two continued to move forward, and soon, they came to the foot of Nalei Mountain.

At this time, here, there are also countless monks.

After some cultivators came, they did not hesitate to rush into the entrance and crashed into the Thunder Mountain.

Others stood in front of Leishan, their eyes were shocked and frightened, and they didn't dare to enter at all.

Wang Fan turned his head, looked at Lu Caiyi, whose pretty face was slightly pale, and said:

"How, do you feel like you can go in? If you are afraid and dare not go in, then we won't go in, and leave here now."

When he said this, he didn't care about Lu Cai'er too much. In fact, there were too many strong people around.

He couldn't feel the strength of the foreign cultivator.

But the strength of the Chinese cultivator, he can see it.

Nima.

It doesn't matter if there are as many gods in the yellow realm as dogs, there are still some gods in the profound realm.

Although there are not many Profound Realm Gods, Wang Fan has seen no less than ten people in just this short time.

In this situation, he almost doubted that even if he went in, would he really be able to grab the Lightning Secret Art?

Even if there is a woman in white to help, I am afraid it will not be easy, right?

When Lu Caier heard Wang Fan's words, she was slightly surprised and said, "I'm fine, I can go in."

This is a big opportunity, how could she let Wang Fan give up this opportunity because of her.

If you go in and don't get the chance, it's nothing, and you won't regret it.

But they have come, and if they don't go in, it's simply unbearable.

"Well, if that's the case, then go in and have a look."

When Wang Fan heard Lu Cai'er say this, he didn't talk nonsense and nodded.

Immediately, he grabbed Lu Cai'er and made a gesture of intending to enter.

But at this moment, a majestic aura suddenly came from a distance, and the aura was so powerful that even Wang Fan felt terrified.

Many monks around couldn't help but exclaimed one after another.

"Who is this."

"What a powerful breath!"

Everyone looked up at the sky, and then they all saw a huge figure coming from a distance from him.

The suffocating pressure spread out and enveloped the entire range of Thunder Mountain.

Wang Fan glanced at the figure, then quickly lowered his head, almost having the urge to turn around and run.

Nima, who did he see?

Alien ruler?

That bastard, why are you here?

The most important thing is that he didn't come early or late. Why did he come on the day he came?

Is this fate or disaster?

Wang Fan is really scary.

He is afraid.

In the face of such an existence, where is his opponent?

Even a woman in white would be invincible.

On the wrist, the woman in white seemed to feel the familiar aura, and there was a faint riot.

Wang Fan quickly said in his heart, "Senior, don't get excited, this is someone else's territory, and we can't beat it."

After saying these words, Wang Fan vaguely heard a cold humming sound in his ear, and immediately, the riot of the white-clothed woman completely subsided.

It was at this moment of time that Argus, the foreign master, had rushed directly into the Thunder Mountain.

"It turned out to be Lord Argus, and he came too."

"Lord Argus is here. I don't think other people want that lightning trick. That thing must belong to Lord Argus."

"Yes, here, no, in the whole foreign land, who dares to compete with Lord Argus for a chance, isn't that courting death?"

After Argus disappeared, a series of exclamations came from the surroundings again.

Obviously, there are still monks who know Argus.

Afterwards, most of those monks left the place with a peaceful expression.

Only a very small number of people are still advancing towards Leishan like moths to the flames.

Wang Fan couldn't help swallowing, and asked in his heart, "Senior, do we still have to go in?"

When the woman in white heard this, she seemed very annoyed, hating that iron is not steel:

"What are you talking about? You are still the direct descendant of the ancient clan, and you still look down on you at a loss."

"Just Argus, what's the matter? With this seat here, what are you afraid of?"

"Enter, of course I will!"

Wang Fan's mouth twitched, and there were all kinds of words in his heart, but he didn't dare to spit out.