Where is this competition?

This is simply a one-sided beating!

Everyone couldn't help but open their mouths, dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that Xie Qingyu, the highest ranked and strongest among the three disciples from the Good Fortune Immortal Sect, was so vulnerable in front of Wang Teng, like a sandbag.

There is no way to fight back.

''Stop, stop!''

Zhao Yuheng, the elder of the Creation Immortal Sect, finally came to his senses and hurriedly said: ‘‘Discuss and communicate, stop as soon as the point is made, stop as soon as the point is made!’’

''boom!''

Xie Qingyu's body flew straight forward like a cannonball and landed heavily in front of Zhao Yuheng.

Immediately, Wang Teng's figure descended from the sky, imposing in all directions, and said calmly: "Is this the new disciple of the Good Fortune Immortal Sect? It's not even enough to be a sandbag. After a few hits, my body will explode. I don't dare to use any force."

, for fear of causing trouble.''

‘‘……’’

The corners of Zhao Yuheng's mouth twitched.

Li Yang and Tang Miaoyi were trembling, looking at Wang Teng with horror in their eyes. Is this still a human being?

He is simply a big devil!
Chapter completed!