Immortal World Supplier

"Several Nascent Soul Daoists, each of you can cover five low-level Golden Core cultivators. This is our bottom line. You must at least leave us a way out!"

The person who stepped forward to talk to Fang Qi and the others was a Jindan Dzogchen monk, middle-aged, with bronzed skin, and his voice was a little muddy, and his momentum was very loud.

Probably because he felt that he had occupied the righteousness, and he was not afraid in front of Fang Qi and others.

"What if I say I want full insurance?"

Fang Qi laughed, when did a Golden Core Dzogchen monk have the right to talk nonsense with him?

"Senior, don't make things difficult for us! Nascent Soul cultivators are powerful, but if hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of Golden Core cultivators attack you, you will be exhausted!"

The bronze-skinned Golden Core Dzogchen monk let out a muffled grunt, and there was a hint of threat in his words.

"Oh? Is that so? I see that there are quite a few Golden Core cultivators over there, why don't you go there to clear the field?"

Fang Qi pointed towards the central area of ​​the platform, where there were about a dozen Nascent Soul Stage monks protecting more than two hundred Jindan monks together.

However, there are only dozens of Jindan monks from junior high school, and most of them are Jindan late stage and Jindan Dzogchen monks.

Even if these people don't seek the affiliation of Nascent Soul cultivator, they still have a high probability of passing the examination.

"Your Excellency, don't mess around, or don't blame us for being rude! I am a true disciple of Qianjianzong, and I hope you can sell Qianjianzong a face!"

Thousand Swordsman? Fang Qi glanced blankly at Ghost Sword and Yong Wudi...he had never heard of it...

"Invincible, what kind of power is Qian Jianzong... Is it as powerful as your father?"

Fang Qi asked Yong Wudi very seriously, he swore he had no other thoughts, he just simply didn't know about this power...

It hasn't been long since he came to Huatian City. It would be a good idea to figure out the power layout of Huatian City. How can he have so much energy to find out.

"How dare you underestimate me, Qian Jianzong! I will kill you!"

The bronze-skinned middle-aged man blushed, Fang Qi asked this sentence in such a tone, he was simply slapping his face!

"Boss, the Thousand Swords Sect is the holy place for sword cultivators...the power is second only to the Tianmeng...the sect has several ancestors of internal transformation gods...my father...he is not worthy to carry their shoes!"

Yong Wudi curled his lips, as if he had a problem with his father.

"oh……"

Fang Qi made a long note, then stared at the bronze-skinned middle-aged man in front of him with piercing eyes...

"You know that our Qianjianzong is powerful! Why don't you give in quickly! If you knew it now, why did you know it before! It's not your fault for the country bumpkin, it's your fault for coming out to embarrass yourself..."

The bronze-skinned middle-aged man became more rebellious after hearing Yong Wudi's introduction. He seemed to think that Fang Qi should knelt down and called his father immediately. That's the best choice.

"Snapped……"

"Papa..."

A series of slaps sounded, and Fang Qi stood speechless in front of the bronze-skinned middle-aged man.

"You, a Jindan Dzogchen monk, do you think it's appropriate for you to be so aggressive in front of me?"

"Aren't you a bully? Are you a true disciple of Qianjianzong? Is that so?"

"Crack..."

The sound of bones breaking came, and Fang Qi directly broke the guy's two legs, and then directly threw the two amputated legs into the air and burned them...

"Ahhh...I killed you...killed you..." the bronze-skinned man roared ferociously.