Luo Wuyi's originally disdainful eyes were instantly replaced by surprise.

But his reaction was also very fast, and his mind moved and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Immortal weapon!"

"Damn it, it's actually an immortal weapon..." A voice came one after another in the audience.

"What a big deal..."

"When will I have an immortal weapon..." Someone beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Just wash and go to bed, stop dreaming..."

"Hey, why is it impossible for me?"

The man rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Such conversations are not only seen in one place, but people are discussing them almost throughout the martial arts venue.

Immortal artifacts...things that will always be moved during the God Transformation Period.

He heard the vague comments, and the smile on Luo Wuyi's face became even bigger.

The look at Beitangli was provocative.

Beitangli's face became colder. Sure enough, as soon as the immortal weapon came out, his attack was swallowed up.

The water didn't splash.

"Bad, it's my turn..." Luo Wuyi curled the corners of his mouth and said provocatively.

Then he controlled the immortal weapon in his hand, waved it gently, "Boom-" a stream of light flew over, carrying a violent aura of destruction.

Strong and powerful! Full of destruction.

"Puff--" Bei Tangli was hit in the chest by the flowing light, flew backwards, fell from the air, and smashed hard on the ring.

"Cough cough...puff..." Bei Tangli felt a stinging pain in his chest, and his internal organs also started to hurt, and he couldn't stop the bleeding in his mouth.

"It's really a waste..." Luo Wuyi fell from the air, put down his clothes, walked forward a few steps, and said disdainfully.

Upon hearing this, Beitangli's face turned even grayer.

Chest depression.

The right hand unconsciously touched the storage ring on the left hand, and a haze flashed in his eyes.

"Ha..." Seeing his actions, Gong Wuyi sneered ruthlessly.

"Calm down..." Just as he was about to move, Ming Xiqian's words suddenly came to his mind.

Beitangli paused, and his tight hands gradually released.

It is not the time to be exposed, only my father... I have no time to care about him.

Forget it, isn’t it just a loss to the Luo family? There will be opportunities in the future—

This time they just let their guard down.

After thoroughly understanding it, Beitang Le closed his eyes.

He looks like he admits defeat.

"It's not just a waste, but a coward!" Luo Wuyi said harshly.

There was a naked sarcasm, a disdainful and shameless smile on the corners of his mouth.

Beitangli felt his heart tightening.

He gritted his teeth secretly, and his mouth was filled with blood. Luo family... Luo Wuyi...

Don't give him a chance...or they won't even think about living.

Seeing this, Luo Wuyi didn't respond, so he put away the mockery on his face and said boredly, "Get out, it's useless!"

Then he kicked over and kicked Beitangli off the ring.

"Bang!" Bei Tangli's face turned pale and he took a lot of effort to endure the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

"How is it?" Xi Qian's figure moved and appeared in front of Beitangli.

Help him up with Wen Xianyao.

Both of them had real concern and concern on their faces.

A warm current suddenly rose in Beitangli's cold heart, "It's okay!"

Although it is still concise, the change can be heard and the voice is no longer so cold.

Xi Qian and Wen Xianyao didn't say much, and they helped him up and went down.

Of course!

"Ming Xiqian? Do you actually know this waste?" A cynical voice suddenly penetrated from behind.

There is also a mockery of Beitangli.

Wen Xianyao paused, but Xi Qian's steps did not mean to pause at all.

There was no change in the face.

Seeing her like this, Wen Xianyao quickly followed and helped Beitangli up.

Luo Wuyi, who was ignored: "..."

The leader of Liuyun Sect: "..."
Chapter completed!