Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

George looked around at everyone and made provocative moves, but no one dared to take the action. He knew that he was outmatched and that if he went up, he would die.

In this way, George became even more arrogant, with high arrogance and unbearable words.

On the one hand, he did this out of interest, on the other hand, it was a provocation to the people present, a complete provocation!

"The Chinese are majestic, well-known ancient countries, known as one of the four ancient countries, and known as the mysterious Eastern Holy Land, but why are you so weak?"

George's words were full of sarcasm.

This is understandable. No one present dared to stand up, so they would be criticized and humiliated.

Although the world of martial arts is a world of its own, it actually retains a great connection with the secular world. The two cannot be separated and must be closely connected.

Therefore, this group of people naturally regard themselves as Chinese. After all, they have always lived on this land. Even if they become powerful, they still exist on this land.

Everyone was filled with resentment, their emotions fluctuated, and their eyes were about to bleed.

"What, don't you accept it? Come challenge me if you don't accept it!"

When George saw someone, he was so angry that he even trembled all over. He couldn't help but ridicule him even more, with a taste of temptation.

"I'll challenge you!"

The skinny old man walked out, the leader of the Changqing Sect, who could no longer bear it at this moment.

He didn't want to come out because he knew he was invincible, but for the sake of the anger in his heart and the majesty of China, he had to stand up even if he died.

"The leader is not allowed!"

The expressions of the disciples changed drastically and they hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Others' expressions also changed suddenly, and they kept shaking their heads, knowing that this was undoubtedly a moth flying into the flame.

However, the skinny old man didn't care at all and turned a deaf ear. Now that he had stood up, he would never retreat.

George looked at the skinny old man with a smile on his face, but he didn't expect it to actually inspire him.

"Okay, you have a lot of backbone."

The people behind George didn't care at all at the moment and knew the result before the fight started.

"George is going to kill another piece of trash."

"Haha, how can George solve it this time?!"

"I guess two moves this time, two moves at most."

"You think too highly of that skinny monkey, let me guess a move!"

Facing the ridicule of many people, the skinny old man ignored it. His sharp eyes stared at George with murderous intent.

"Come on, let me give you a move!"

George stretched out his hands, defenseless, and extremely arrogant.

The skinny old man was furious and struck George with an eagle hook, which was extremely powerful.

George turned a blind eye and resisted with his own strength, but he was not injured at all.

"So strong?!"

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, showing a look of despair. They didn't resist the Taoist's sharp attack in the later stage, and they were still unscathed. This was so despairing.

"Master, don't fight."

The disciples continued to dissuade him. If the leader was gone, the sect would be almost finished.

But the skinny old man had no intention of retreating at all, but said with a strong voice: "The soul of China must not be trampled on!"

His words made many people cry, and they were speechless for a long time. Even the disciples of Miao Miao, who had always ignored the matter, were quite moved at this moment.

"Head?"

Wende looked at Wentian and asked him what he meant. He actually wanted Wentian to take action.

But Wentian had no intention of taking action at all, his face was cold and he turned a blind eye.

"If he wants to die, let him go in a tragic way. I am not a savior or a good person."

Wentian's words made Wende and others speechless for a moment, knowing that it was impossible for the leader to take action.

Wentian's character is like this. Otherwise, why would he be the leader of Piao Miao Sect and let Qing Ding be the third elder? This is not because of his kindness and nostalgia, but to consolidate his own power and convince the public.

Of course, he won't watch these Westerners dancing. It's fine if you don't offend him, but if you offend him, you'll die.

George was shocked by the words of the skinny old man, but then his face recovered and his sense of ridicule returned.

"Ignorance is so ridiculous!"

George's voice shook the surrounding area and lingered for a long time, causing many people to feel a depressing wave.

Then, George clenched his fist and punched out with overwhelming power.

The power of this punch caused everyone's expressions to change. It was too powerful to resist. This was simply the most powerful blow that was infinitely close to the Taoist's perfection.

The skinny old man was dressed in an immortal style and was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a calm face and a faint smile.

He used all his spiritual power to resist this attack, and formed a huge protective shield in front of him. At the same time, his spiritual power surged all over his body to protect himself.

But George's fist struck, easily breaking the protective shield. This force was too great, and it couldn't be resisted by a little spiritual power.

When everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and amid the laughing and shouting words of the group of Westerners, George's fist hit the skinny old man's chest.

This punch directly shattered the skinny old man's spiritual power, bombarded his physical body, and penetrated with one punch, actually destroying the skinny old man's heart.

The skinny old man, covered in blood, flew backwards and hit the wall with his head. Countless amounts of soil fell down and buried him.

Everyone knew that the skinny old man must be dead. Even Cheng Qiang couldn't bear the punch, let alone him.

The disciples cried so much that they rushed towards the mound, trying to throw the skinny old man out, but the power was splashed in all directions, making it impossible for them to get close.

For a moment, everyone was in despair. They were completely invincible and might really be kicked out.

Everyone was in a low mood, unable to raise their heads at all, and lost even half of their previous arrogance.

"Haha, George is still you George!"

The man with long blond hair laughed and patted George on the shoulder, extremely excited.

"Well done George!"

"As expected of Fire King George!"

A group of people are flattering and flattering non-stop. It seems that the art of flattery in the West is not inferior to that in the East.

This may be innate. To survive in society, people have to learn many things.

At this moment, the Westerners cheered endlessly, and it took a long time for them to stop.

George and others looked at the many masters of the martial arts world and the hermits with disdain on their faces.

"Why, do you want us to drive you out personally?!"

A group of people are extremely depressed. Being driven out of their own land is a humiliation, but they have no choice.

Many people shook their heads and began to walk outside one after another. There was no way to resist at the moment.

George looked at Wentian who was standing at the top, his face was extremely gloomy, and his murderous intent was evident. He couldn't help but shouted: "You old guy, get out of here!"

Wende was furious and scolded: "Looking for death!"

"Oh, there are still people who are dissatisfied."

George looked at the people around him and smiled, thinking that there was something fun to do. This was not a bad thing for him, but made him more interested.