The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter One Hundred and One Nether Phoenix

The Immortal City! City Lord Mansion!

"Zi Wen, you bastard, what did you just do? Pointing in front of me? Make me ashamed in front of Yu Xi?" Yang Zhijiu cursed Zi Wen with a face of shame.

The Beimo Temple Ziwenwo came back with a stomachache. Prepare to digest this humiliation slowly.

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

In the City Lord Mansion great hall, there are a lot of acquaintances. In front of so many people, don't you show mercy at all?

"Nine Young Master, don't be bully intolerably!" Zi Wen gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Purple temperature dignified Void Realm expert, was slapped in public by a Qi Realm, and his heart was gloomy, and he flew into a rage out of humiliation.

"bully intolerably? Huh, do you dare to move me a try? I'll tell my father when I go back, let you destroy both body and soul, you believe or not?" Yang Zhijiu said coldly.

Zi Wen clenched his fists, facing Yang Zhijiu, really weak. Who would let the Uri Daojun pet him?

"Enough!" A voice sounded in the great hall.

Guyue Holy Son ugly complexion looked at Yang Zhijiu and said: "Old nine, Ziwen is my attendant, and it’s not your turn to judge!"

Yang Zhijiu turned his head, looked towards great hall Holy Son, the ancient moon in the north.

"hmph, Yang Guyue, don't pretend to be big in front of me. It's Holy Son that's amazing? I'm not afraid of you. Also, the daoist in the temple, please listen to me!" Yang Zhijiu glanced across the hall.

In the hall, all the cultivators looked ugly.

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

In the great hall, the eyes of all the practitioners are cold.

"You are welcome? Why are you welcome?" Gu Yue Holy Son said coldly.

Yang Zhijiu sneered: "I will beg my father to remove you from your daoist position. Then, some people will clean up you! hmph!"

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

"Then take it to me too!" Gu Yue Holy Son coldly said.

"I can't move you, but I can move the people around you, so that all your followers will go to hell. Are you believing or not?" Yang Zhijiu said with a shame.

"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 handle you!" Yang Zhijiu hated Tao.

The repairer of a hall, a hall of Void Realm, facing Yang Zhijiu, there is no way, who can let him have a good father?

The atmosphere in the great hall is stiff.

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

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

"Holy Son, Mr. Wenruo is going to lose!" The cultivator said with an ugly face.

"What?" Gu Yue Holy Son complexion changed.

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

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

Withered!

illusory shadow The flowers on the chessboard, one after another withered, annihilated, surrounded by death. Mr. Wenruo's chess game was losing ground.

On the PTZ.

Mr. Wenruo's eyes are extremely solemn. Grasping a white seed, how can it not fall down!

"Let's draw!" Yan Chuan faintly smiled and said.

"Draw?" Mr. Wenruo suddenly raised his head.

"At this moment, on the chessboard, black and white are equal, stop here, let's count the draw!" Yan Chuan slightly smiled.

Look at Yan Chuan unexpectedly. In the end, Mr. Wenruo seriously said: "I still have something to do in the Holy Land of Jokhang, so this game cannot be defeated. Really, many thanks!"