Unparalleled Martial God

0The three naturally knew who was stronger between the martial way and the martial way. The martial way was used to decorate one's identity, making them appear noble and noble. Martial arts were the essence. Once they reached a certain level of strength, who wouldn't fear them?    0

    

Relying on disaster and fortune!    

    

The three of them couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. To be humiliated in the Saint Ruler's Secret Realm had actually turned into great fortune at this moment.    

    

Chu Yangyu's trio's thoughts were clear as day, he disdained them in his heart, and said with a smile: "Three things, can you change the last sentence? What should be hacked to pieces, killed without a burial ground, and without the ability to kill at all? "    

    

Pausing for a moment, he mocked Ru Yi Zi again, "What the hell, you're planning on letting these three trash with no backbone obstruct me? "What are you thinking about? Are you really stupid or just faking it?"    

    

Everyone was taken aback. This statement was too arrogant. Song Tangming was only at the peak of the Nirvana Realm. How could he kill three Ninth Order Saints?    

    

"Are you worthy for me to attack?" Ru Yi Zi was able to control her emotions after being enraged.    

    

"Tch!" Chu Yang said disdainfully, "You're only at this level, the so-called Door of Immortality is only this level!"    

    

"Hua!"    

    

The crowd burst into an uproar; not only did Song Tangming mock Ru Zi, he even ridiculed the Door of Immortality!    

    

Did he have something to rely on, or was he just so ignorant and fearless?    

    

"Ha ha!" Zhang Jiuyan laughed out loud: "Song Tang Ming you bastard, is Ru Yizi something that you can compare with? If he makes a move, then his hands will really be dirty."    

    

"Killing a chicken with a sharp knife, killing a bastard? Even if I were to make a move, it would be too dirty!"    

    

"I want you to beg for death."    

    

Zhao Lang and Wu Fang also laughed. The more rampant Chu Yang was, the more benefits they would gain from killing him.    

    

There was nothing better than this.    

    

"You can't wish for death if you want to live?" Chu Yang heard it and felt it familiar. He said impatiently, "Your last sentence is really too old-fashioned. It doesn't have the slightest bit of novelty in it. That's why this marshal has to seriously criticize you."    

    

"Ha ha!"    

    

The pretty boy Wei Xian and Xia Wanjin laughed maniacally again.    

    

However, there were only two people who could laugh. Their laughter made everyone even more confused. What was so funny? Could it be that Song Tang Ming's arrogant and ignorant words were really so laughable?    

    

In the midst of her nervousness, when she saw Wei Xian and Xia Wanjin laughing, she suddenly had the feeling that her understanding of Chu Yang was not as good as Wei Xian and Xia Wanjin's.    

    

Ru Yizi's face grew even darker.    

    

"Song Tang Ming, what are you doing?" Wu Fang bellowed angrily, "You don't know what it means, and yet you don't even know it. I've never seen a fool like you!"    

    

"I alone am enough to kill this idiot. Brother Zhang, Brother Wu, don't take any action!"    

    

Zhao Lang was even more straightforward and stood out to kill Chu Yang.    

    

Chu Yang could kill a Saint at the Nirvana Realm, but the Saint he killed was only a First Order Saint, and an old servant at that. How could a Saint like that be comparable to him?    

    

There was a huge difference between saints and saints. Other than the rank of saints, there were also ordinary and extraordinary saints.    

    

If Yang Linyi's old servant Yang Fu was an ordinary saint, then he, Zhao Lang, would be an extraordinary saint. Although both of them were saints, he could kill at least a hundred Yang Fu!    

    

This was because he was a genius, and Yang Fu's potential was mediocre.    

    

"My wife, go to the side and watch the show!"    

    

Chu Yang let go of Dan Feng, her face red as she warned, "Be careful."    

    

"En!" Chu Yang nodded slightly.    

    

"It's time for the show, my little bench is ready!" The pretty boy Wei Xian was extremely happy. He waved the small stool in his hand, clearly showing the existence of the small stool. While Xia Wanjin was envious, he could only come up with a small stool.