Supreme Alchemy

This voice carries an unknown fire.

Zhao Fugui's heroic spirit was instantly broken.

Everyone followed the sound.

Then he saw two figures, who were about to climb the stairs to the eighteenth floor.

Both of them are men.

A young man of about twenty-three or four years old, and an old man who was at ease.

The eighteenth floor of Tingfeng Pavilion.

It is not open to the public.

You can't get in even if you have money.

But these two people were stepping on the stairs to the eighteenth floor.

It can be seen that these two people must have extraordinary backgrounds.

"Young Master!"

Someone shouted out, recognizing the identity of the leading young man.

This young man is wearing a green bamboo robe and has a slender figure but a gloomy face.

He is the young master of Zhenzhu Sect.

The words just now came from his mouth.

At this time, he was staring at Zhao Fugui.

There was an unknown fire in his pupils.

It seemed like there was nowhere to vent his anger.

But Zhao Fugui happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

There seemed to be invisible sparks in the air that ignited at any moment.

In the presence.

Only Xiao Changfeng looked calm.

He just glanced at them and saw the strength of these two people.

The young sect leader is only at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm.

Judging from his age.

He can only be regarded as a mediocre talent, not even comparable to Zhao Fugui.

On the contrary, it was the old man who was holding back.

Although his appearance is not impressive, he looks like an old servant.

But his hands were broad and strong, and there was a flash of light between his eyes.

He was clearly a strong man at the first level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

"Damn fat man, how can you tarnish the name of Saintess Guangling? Kneel down and slap yourself ten times!"

The young master spoke word by word.

Every word smells like gunpowder.

It seems that if Zhao Fugui fails to comply, the consequences will be serious.

At this time, the guests at the other three tables were all silent, not daring to say a word.

boom!

The wine jar fell down, making a crisp sound on the table.

Zhao Fugui's face was flushed with drunkenness, but at this moment, he raised his voice and glared at the young master.

"What I hate most is when people call me fat!"

Only Zhao Fugui, who is at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm.

I don’t know if he is drunk and emboldened at this moment, or if he is just an upright person.

At this time, he actually got into a fight with the young master.

"You don't like others shouting? That young master wants to shout, damn fat man, don't think that you are an inner disciple of Baixing Sect, so I don't dare to touch you."

The young master's temper was extremely bad at this time.

Seeing that Zhao Fugui actually started to fight with him.

He suddenly smiled grimly and walked down the stairs to the seventeenth floor.

He had already seen Zhao Fugui's gray robe.

But so what?

The young sect master is just like other wild bees and butterflies.

When he learned that Saintess Guangling was here, he was also ecstatic.

Moreover, the Saint of Guangling also came to Zhenzhumen.

Just one glance.

He was astonished to be a heavenly being and worshiped as a goddess.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to show off his face and wanted to see him.

However, Saintess Guangling ignored him at all. He tried several times but was blocked back.

today.

He had originally made up his mind to invite the Saint of Guangling to the Tingfeng Pavilion to experience it.

However, the Saint of Guangling left early in the morning.

However, the Saint of Guangling did not go alone.

He also brought his grandfather, the Zhenzhu ancestor of Zhenzhumen.

The goddess leaves.

Grandpa’s restraint is no longer there.

Naturally, the young sect leader needs to vent his anger.

He had smashed a lot of things at home before.

I came to Tingfeng Pavilion at this time because I wanted to get drunk and relieve my worries.

But he didn't want to hear Zhao Fugui's two ideals.

Fatty.

He doesn't even look at what he looks like.

You actually want to taint my goddess?

The nameless fire in my heart became even stronger.

The young sect leader walked up to Zhao Fugui under the trembling eyes of everyone.

Then he opened his mouth and said three words one by one:

"Fatty!"

boom!

As soon as the young sect leader finished speaking, a wine jar hit him hard on the head.

In an instant the wine jar shattered.

The young master was drenched with wine.

The young sect leader looked very embarrassed.

Immediately, the restrained old man was about to take action.

However, the young sect master stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Song Lao, you don't need to interfere, today I will make his life worse than death!"

The young master sneered, which was particularly charming.

The old man known as Mr. Song stopped when he saw this.

He knew that the young master was in a bad mood.

Just think of it as venting.

As for Zhao Fugui's identity, he didn't care.

There are tens of thousands of inner disciples of the Baixing Sect. As long as no one is killed, the True Bamboo Sect can handle them all.

"I'll fuck you!"

Zhao Fugui once again raised a wine jar and swung it in the air.

But this time.

The young sect leader was well prepared and would break the wine jar with one punch.

Then the punch did not decrease and continued to hit Zhao Fugui.

Although Zhao Fugui is an inner disciple of Baixing Sect.

But after all, he was only at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm.

A whole two realms lower than the young sect leader.

At this time, he received a punch and quickly fell back.

But when he was about to bump into Xiao Changfeng.

Suddenly, he turned around and hit a beam nearby.

A thud.

Zhao Fugui lifted a small bag on his head.

Originally, if he had not turned around.

At most, he would hit Xiao Changfeng.

But this made his injury worse.

However, he was also thick-skinned and got up at this moment.

He rubbed his face fiercely.

Then his eyes flashed with ferocity.

"If I don't tear your mouth apart today, I won't be named Zhao!"

Zhao Fugui's spiritual energy was flowing all over his body, and a faint spiritual light was radiating from his body.

He did not retreat but advanced, clenching his fists.

He actually took the initiative to attack the young master.

"Fatty, I will have fun with you today!"

The young master was also full of anger.

The same spiritual energy surged and went towards Zhao Fugui.

Rumble!

The two fought, and the already small 17th floor became even more crowded.

The guests at the other three tables had already hidden in the corner.

They looked at the fight between Zhao Fugui and the young master in horror.

Song Lao stood aside, ready to respond at any time.

Among those present.

Only Xiao Changfeng and Tong Yi were still sitting there, leisurely tasting wine and enjoying the wind.

Bang bang bang!

The two men fought with great momentum.

But Zhao Fugui was at a lower level after all, and gradually he could not hold on.

Finally, he was kicked out by the young master, and fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.

Puff!

Zhao Fugui spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fair skin turned very pale.

"Fatty, today this young master is going to beat you to death!"

The young master suddenly jumped up.

In mid-air, his fists were like iron hammers.

"Xuan-level intermediate martial arts: Leitian Hammer!"

The young master's spiritual energy was pushed to the extreme.

His eyes were red, and he was furious.

This attack obviously did not hold back at all.

He vowed to beat Zhao Fugui to death.

Swish!

The young master finished his strength and fell from the sky like a meteor.

He hit Zhao Fugui's face fiercely.

If this punch hits.

Zhao Fugui will be seriously injured if not dead.

However, just when this punch was about to hit Zhao Fugui,

A broad palm firmly blocked the powerful fist.

At the same time.

Xiao Changfeng's cold voice also sounded slowly:

"You want to touch my friend?"