The Evil God Emperor is In the City

The matter of Xianshi Yan has already made Ge Mu regard the Huanchen Sect as a mortal enemy, and he must seek justice in the future, but he doesn't want to provoke him directly this time.

There is no chance if you want to keep secret.

As a bystander, Bai Leng said a few kind reminders.

"It was Wang Zhuo who saw Miss Zhao. I mentioned him to you when Lin Yiqiu died last time. This person is a direct disciple of Pei Xuanji. What's more, he is also the great-grandson of Wang Mengfu, the third elder of the Huanchen Sect. Wang Mengfu, who is at the top of the pyramid in the contemporary monastic world, is one of them."

With such a huge background, Bai Leng is actually quite taboo, otherwise he would not be polite to Wang Zhuo with a arrogant temperament.

Ge Mu pinched his fingers, his face gloomy and uncertain: "What else did Wang Zhuo say?"

"Let me take you to meet him."

"OK!"

When he said this "Okay", Ge Mu's face suddenly became angry, and he obviously had murderous intentions.

Bai Leng wanted to persuade a few more words, but he was not a talkative person, so he moved his lips lightly and held back.

Fang Ying tugged at Ge Mu's sleeve: "The other party's identity is special, you must consider this matter carefully. Wang Zhuo is small, but we can't afford to provoke a famous cultivator like Wang Mengfu now."

"Everyone stepped on the face!"

"You have to endure when it's time to endure."

Ge Mu turned his head and said, "That's the truth, but it's boring to live according to the truth. Wang Zhuo's footsteps in Licheng alone are not enough for me to retreat."

"That…"

"kill!"

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Come to the White House.

In the old house of the Bai family, Wang Zhuo had let Bai Jiu retreat, standing alone in the center of the main hall, admiring the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

The hands are independent and confident.

This style was also learned from his great-grandfather, Wang Mengfu.

Hearing the scattered footsteps outside, he turned to the outside and saw Bai Leng leading a man and a woman over, the man must be Ge Mu.

Just a hairy boy under twenty years old.

Wang Zhuo sneered.

I thought to myself that a person of such an age would be scared to wet his pants by those intimidation in the society, and he would be overkill for himself.

He took a delicate teacup in his hand, and without turning his head, he asked aggressively, "Are you Ge Mu?"

"what."

Ge Mu looked at Wang Zhuo.

This twenty-seven or eight-year-old youth has long eyebrows and a strong body, and his realm has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

In the earth with thin spiritual energy, being able to reach the middle stage of foundation building before the age of 30 is already considered a top genius. No matter which sect is placed in, it is the target of cultivation, but this Wang Zhuo can reach such a state, and it must be his great-grandfather Wang Mengfu It took a lot of effort to cultivate it.

Wang Zhuo said again: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

"Then let me tell you, I said one and no one dared to say two. No one dared not give me what I wanted. After I saw Zhao Yiqing, you have to quit!"

Ge Mu rubbed the corners of his brows: "Otherwise."

Wang Zhuo smiled warmly, turned to look at this hairy boy he didn't care about, clenched the teacup tightly in his palm, and immediately saw powder floating down between his fingers.

This is obviously to instantly shake the teacup into powder with extremely strong palm force.

"Otherwise your fate will be similar to this teacup."

"Wang Zhuo..."

"So you know my name."

Ge Mu sat down and said: "The means of cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, but this still doesn't scare me."

Wang Zhuo was slightly surprised: "You are also a cultivator? I didn't see it just now, which school did you learn from?"

"Loose repair."

"Since you are a fellow person, let's talk about the same person. As long as you give up your marriage contract with Miss Zhao Yiqing, I will guarantee you to enter the Huanchen Sect."

"What is the Phantom Dust Sect?"

Wang Zhuo's eyes suddenly opened, staring at Ge Mu.

Even if it was Xuanmen's bully "North Zhenwu Nan Zhengyi", the elders in the two sects probably wouldn't dare to insult the Huanchen Sect like this.

Is this Ge Mu's knowledge too shallow? Or is it too arrogant?

"Boy..."

"If your great-grandfather, Wang Mengfu, said that no one dared to say one thing in Wuyue, that's fine. You are nothing but worthy of talking big words."

Two sentences scolded Wang Zhuo's conceit to the ground, and his face turned from white to blue.

He didn't expect a loose cultivator to be so bold, even his great-grandfather dared to insult him, and a layer of frost immediately filled his eyes: "I think you are courting death."

As he spoke, a mass of white light gathered in his palm and pressed towards Ge Mu.

But Ge Mu has also been impatient.

He directly killed Bai Guang with his powerful body, and grabbed Wang Zhuo's Heavenly Spirit with his five-fingered palm.

There's a lot of grudges involved.

The seven elders of the Huanchen Sect who besieged Immortal Master Yan were their great-grandfather, Wang Mengfu.

Second, he came to provoke again.

The third is that he killed Lin Yiqiu, the owner of the embroidery shop.

Ge Mu had already thought of killing him, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to send it to the door this time! How could it not be killed?

This palm used to contain the power of the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and the spiritual power rushed into the frenzy. The speed was so fast that all the people present were unable to react, including Wang Zhuo.

But when he palmed Wang Zhuo Tianling two feet,

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from Wang Zhuo's chest~www.wuxiaspot.com~, forming a golden bell-like wall of light to protect him.

hum—

Ge Mu's palm collided with Jin Zhongguang's wall, and Jing was shaken back out.

Ka Ka Ka stepped on four or five floors.

This is obviously not Wang Zhuo's own means, because Ge Mu's current strength is enough to kill the ordinary middle stage of foundation building with one blow, but he blocked it. This is definitely a magic weapon to protect himself.

Ge Mu's arm felt slightly sore and numb.

And after the attack of the streamer for a moment, several people present were still slightly sluggish, and it took ten seconds to react.

Wang Zhuo wiped his cold sweat first, and his eyes showed fear.

The strength shown by Ge Mu just now is obviously far more than his, and he can literally kill him, but how could he have such a profound cultivation at such a young age?

"Boy, you are amazing, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant, but you can't help me."

"Is it?"

"That's right! I have the exquisite golden bell of eight treasures given by my great-grandfather and his old man. I can't do anything below the golden elixir. Even if I stand and let you beat me, you can't hurt a single hair on me." Wang Zhuojing

He walked straight to Ge Mu, his face full of provocation.

He had great confidence in the supernatural powers of his great-grandfather, Wang Mengfu. After all, there were very few people in the entire monastic world that could compete with Wang Mengfu.

He is arrogant and domineering, but he has the capital.

Ge Mu stood still, watching him walk straight towards him, and put his finger on the center of his eyebrows.

"The surname is Ge! Come and try it!"

"I see how capable you are, can you break the defense of this golden bell? I can see that you want to kill me, come and kill me!"

"I just want to rob your woman, what can you do to me?"

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