The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter One Hundred and One

Immortal City! City Lord's Mansion!

"Zi Wen, you bastard, what did you just do? Pointing in front of me? Make me ashamed in front of Yu Xi?" Yang Zhi Jiu yelled at Zi Wen with shame.

Beimodian Ziwenwo came back with a stomachache. Prepare to digest this humiliation slowly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhijiu has been chasing here, aggressive, constantly criticizing and cursing.

In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, there are a lot of acquaintances. In the presence of so many people, don't show mercy to yourself at all?

"Young Master Nine, don't deceive people too much!" Zi Wen gritted his teeth and said angrily.

The Ziwen dignified Void Realm master was slapped in the face by an aura in public, and his heart was gloomy, and he became even more angry.

"Too much deceiving? Huh, do you dare to move me a try? I'll tell my father when I go back and let you be destroyed, do you believe it or not?" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

Ziwen clenched his fists, facing Yang Zhijiu, really weak. Who will let the Uri Daojun pet him?

"Enough!" A voice sounded in the hall.

Gu Yue Shengzi looked at Yang Zhijiu with an ugly expression: "Lao Jiu, Ziwen is my attendant, and it is not your turn to tell!"

Yang Zhijiu turned his head and looked at Gu Yue Shengzi in the north of the main hall.

"Huh, Yang Guyue, don't you pretend to be big in front of me, it's a great son? I'm not afraid of you, besides, the real people in the temple, you will listen to me!" Yang Zhi Jiu crossed the people in the temple At a glance.

In the hall, all the cultivators looked ugly.

"If anyone dares to go to Beimo Hall to make trouble again, don't blame me for being polite!" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

In the hall, the eyes of all the cultivators were cold.

"You're welcome? Why are you welcome?" Gu Yue Shengzi said coldly.

Yang Zhijiu sneered: "I will beg my father to remove your real career position. Then, some people will clean up you! Humph!"

Yang Zhi Jiuyi said that the faces of the cultivators were once again extremely ugly, but no one dared to talk too much.

"Then take me away!" Gu Yue Shengzi said coldly.

"I can't move you, but I can move the people around you, so that all your followers will go to hell, do you believe it or not?" Yang Zhijiu asked a rogue.

"You!" Gu Yue's eyes widened, and a hostile spirit flashed out.

"Do you want to hit me? You hit! Dad said, you are not allowed to bully me. If you want to hit me, I will tell Dad and let Dad deal with you!" Yang Zhijiu hated.

The cultivator of One Hall, One Hall of Void Realm, facing Yang Zhijiu, there is no way he can do it. Who can let him have a good father?

The atmosphere in the hall was stiff.

"Not good!" A cultivator rushed into the hall outside the hall.

"What's the matter?" Gu Yue Shengzi said coldly.

"Holy Son, Mr. Wen Ruo is about to lose!" The cultivator said with an ugly expression.

"What?" Gu Yue Shengzi's expression changed.

No longer pay attention to Yang Zhijiu, stepped out of the hall.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, looking up at the cloud platform not far away.

withered!

The flowers on the virtual chessboard withered one after another, annihilated with vitality, surrounded by death. Mr. Wen Ruo's chess game was retreating.

Above the cloud platform.

Mr. Wen Ruo's eyes were extremely solemn. Grasping a white seed, how can it not fall down!

"Let's draw!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"Draw?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly raised his head.

"At this moment, on the chessboard, the black and white are equal. Stop here and count as a draw!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

Looking at Yan Chuan unexpectedly, in the end, Mr. Wen Ruo solemnly said: "I still have something to do in the Jokhang Holy Land, so I can't lose this game. Really, thank you!"

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