Li Bumian was happy. You have some scruples, so I will let you go if I kill someone later.

The leading man slowly closed the scroll and put it into his own space ring. The more he looked at Li Bumian, the more unhappy he felt. Why didn’t he have such a good skin?

The leading man said to Li Bumian unhappily: "You can actually kill Liang Chenyang. You are quite capable. You should not be an ordinary person. Which sect are you from?"

Li Bumian felt a little overwhelmed. Why did these people ask him which sect he was from? Does a strong person have to go to the immortal unit? Is it okay for me to be a freelancer?

In order not to be upset by these idiots in the future, Li Bumian asked this and that every day, and he simply created a sect by himself. Li Bumian thought for a moment, immediately got an answer, and gave his sect a decent name.

Li Bumian said calmly: "Blood abuses the Pavilion, Li Bumian."

The leader of the man with black question mark face: "??? Blood abuse Pavilion?" He suspected that he had heard it wrong. He had been in Senluo Jianzhou for so many years and had never heard of this sect.

He Caiyun and Qin Feng and others felt a little more confident. If Li Bumian were also a member of the sect, then today's disaster might have been passed by Li Bumian, the nobleman.

Everyone in the golden robe looked at each other and had never heard of any blood abuse.

"What kind of sect is this? Have you heard of it?"

"No, there are books in the sect that record the information of the Senluo Jianzhou Sect, and there are all kinds of sects of all sizes. I have read them several times, but I have never heard of this Blood Forgive Pavilion."

"Blood Forgive Pavilion? It sounds like a very cruel sect!"

"Yes, it's like the people inside are extremely cruel and bloodthirsty."

Li Bumian smiled but said nothing, secretly admiring his talents. The so-called blood abuse of the Pavilion means torture you blood and torture you to a terrible sight. In short, it means torture you.

The leading man frowned and thought for a while, then noticed something was wrong. Finally, his eyes flashed, he looked at Li Bumian coldly, and said angrily: "Blood abuse? Absurd! You fool me!"

The leading man woke up the dreamer with a word. Everyone in the golden robe understood that there was no blood torture at all. It was all the lies made up by the man in front of him.

He Caiyun and his friends were worried about Li Bumian when they heard the words. They thought that the sect where Li Bumian was not a big sect, so they had never heard of it.

Li Bumian grinned a little bit of arc, and said calmly: "You don't joke, the Blood Forge Pavilion does exist, I am the leader of the Blood Forge Pavilion."

The leading man looked at Li Bumian jokingly and said mockingly: "Master of the Blood-Borrow Pavilion? I think you don't have to bluff. I, Feng Zhiyuan, have been living in Senluo Jianzhou for decades, and the name of the Blood-Borrow Pavilion is unheard of."

Senluo Jianzhou? Li Bumian kept it in mind. It turned out that this was the name of this egg place.

Li Bumian smiled lightly, thought for a moment of pretentious words, and then said with a loud bang: "I haven't heard of the name of Bloody Purgatory Pavilion, that only means that you are a frog in the well, just a ants in the well, and I don't know that my Bloody Purgatory Pavilion is also very ordinary."

Feng Zhiyuan was furious: "Frog in the well? Are you saying that our Nanyang Sect is at the well?"

A group of men in gold robe immediately understood Feng Zhiyuan's words. The arrogant man in front of him was pointing accusations.

Li Bumian was angry with the public, and a group of men in golden robes shouted and cursed.

"Dog courage! Who are you? Do you dare to belittle our Nanyang Sect?"

"That's it! Can you, a scumbag-like little white-faced person, be humiliated?"

Li Bumian was shocked when he heard this and stammered: "Male...Male...Male Yangzong!?"

Feng Zhiyuan saw Li Bumian's shocked expression and immediately laughed happily: "Why, are you scared?"

A group of men in gold robe were amused when they looked at Li Bumian's shocked expression. He was obviously afraid of the tone of this man.

Li Bumian still couldn't believe it and confirmed again: "Is it really... the Male Yang Sect?"

Feng Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word, looking at Li Bumian as if he was looking at a monkey.

A group of disciples of Nanyang Sect couldn't help but feel the anger they had just held back, and they all mocked Li Bumian.

"Of course it's Nanyang Sect, are you afraid now?"

"This coward was so arrogant just now that he was like 28,000 yuan. When he heard the name of our Nanyang Sect, his legs were weak."

"It's so funny. Just look at our clothes. What is it if it's not Nanyang Sect."

Li Bumian was absent-minded at this time and did not hear the ridicule of these people. He only felt that the sky thunder was rolling and could not believe that someone in this world named the Nanyang sect. Li Bumian still couldn't believe that someone was so stupid. He repeatedly confirmed: "Is the Nanyang Sect... the organ on a man? I really can't believe that there is such an extraordinary sect.

He Caiyun: “…”

Qin Feng: “…”

Su Qianqian: “…”

"You!" Feng Zhiyuan covered his chest and almost squirted out a mouthful of blood. The famous sect of Nanyang Sect was actually said inappropriately by the man in front of him, and was hurt and elegant, pushing Nanyang Sect to a very vulgar position.

Everyone in Nanyang Sect was furious. The blood-torn Pavilion Master in front of him was insulting their entire sect! The Senluo Sword Continent is vast and countless sects, and the Nanyang Sect is a major sect. In the southern part of Senluo Sword Continent, except for the five southern sects that are at its peak, Nanyang Sect is considered the best, and can this unknown young man in front of him slander?

"Don't talk too much with him! This kid is sharp-tongued, Wang Fei! Go up and kill him!" Feng Zhiyuan shouted.

Then an ordinary young man jumped out of the Nanyang Sect and walked towards Li Bumian.

"Boy, you have to pay the price for your arrogance!" The man named Wang Fei frowned and clasped his palms into fists. Wang Fei dared not hold it out. The man in front of him could actually kill Liang Chenyang, a swordsman in Shishui, which shows that he is not an ordinary person. No matter how he is at the level of Qi refining, it is very likely that he will be higher than this. Although he is already in the late stage of foundation building, the lion also uses all his strength to fight against rabbits.

Wang Fei forced his true energy to gather on his right hand, and a trace of hot breath was wrapped around his hand, and finally gathered into a translucent fist emitting golden light that wrapped around his right hand.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Wang's broken flame fist had mastered so perfectly."

"The Broken Flame Fist is the exclusive method of Nanyang Sect. Although everyone is qualified to learn it, it is difficult to fully master it. Judging from the posture of Senior Brother Wang Fei, I am afraid that I have mastered it perfectly."

"Okay! Blow the ignorant madman with one punch!"

Everyone in Nanyang Sect cheered for Wang Fei.

Li Bumian was a little interested. Seeing that this attitude should be much better than Liang Chenyang, it would be better not to disappoint himself.

Li Bumian smiled faintly and said to Wang Fei: "The male Yang Broken Flame Fist should be very awesome. Come on!"

Wang Fei sneered: "Since you can't wait to die, then I will fulfill your wish!"

Wang Fei raised his right fist and rushed towards Li Bumian like thunder. The air was burned where his fist passed, causing a wave of heat to hit Li Bumian's face.

"So strong! You are the strongest person I have ever seen so far!" Li Bumian sighed. If this punch hits someone, the person will definitely be wiped out in an instant.

The strength of this person in another world is indeed extraordinary. Is it a sect of immortal cultivation? It’s really interesting!

Li Bumian thought to himself, if it were this person, he might be able to take his own sword!

"Come on the knife!"

A white light flashed on Li Bumian's fingers, and a watermelon knife appeared out of thin air.

Wang Fei had approached Li Bumian's body, and the fierce and hot punch was about to hit Li Bumian's face.

A group of people from Nanyang Sect shouted loudly, and this rude madman would be burned into pieces soon.

Su Qianqian was always in her heart at this moment, and he prayed that Li Bumian would never have any trouble.

"Take your life!"

Wang Fei shouted violently.

Li Bumian drew his sword, drew it, and put it away, and everyone present did not see Li Bumian's movements clearly.

It was only a dozen cents before he was about to touch Li Bumian's fist but suddenly came, as if it had been frozen and frozen.

"What's wrong with Wang Fei? Hit him!" Feng Zhiyuan didn't know what Wang Fei was doing, so he suddenly stopped when he hit Li Bumian's fist in the face.

"You!" Wang Fei's eyes were full of incredible, and he looked at the man in front of him as if he saw ghosts and gods.

Bang!

Wang Fei's right fist suddenly turned off the fire, and then his whole palm was cut off, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and the broken mouth on his forearm was like a fountain.

Li Bumian shook his head and sighed in his heart, "No, it's still too weak."

Puff!

Wang Fei was split from the middle and broke into two halves, which was a terrible sight.

"Young Master Li is so strong!" Su Qianqian exclaimed.

He Caiyun and Qin Feng also widened their eyes. Li Bumian instantly killed Liang Chenyang, a swordsman in Shishui. If Li Bumian was a member of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, it would make sense, but how powerful would it be to kill the cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation Sect in seconds?

"hiss……"

Feng Zhiyuan and a group of disciples of Nanyang Sect took a breath and killed the late-stage cultivators with one sword. It was so terrifying! This person was at least in the realm of the Golden Pill, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve this. The most terrifying thing is that none of the people present could see clearly how Li Bumian made the knife!

"Who are you?" Feng Zhiyuan's voice trembled slightly and asked Li Bumian.

Li Bumian stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I have said that I am the blood-torn leader of the Pavilion."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't believe Li Bumian's nonsense at all. He had thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. Why did such a strong person appear in Zuixianlou?

Feng Zhiyuan suddenly had an inspiration, and an extremely terrifying reasoning took shape in his mind.

Feng Zhiyuan shouted to Li Bumian: "Are you the hidden tribe of Lingyun Sect?"

Each sect has some shameful things, and people always have to deal with them. These departments responsible for handling these things are collectively called the Dark Ministry. This can also explain why Li Bumian did not appear in the information scroll of Lingyun Sect. The information of these people is generally protected extremely perfectly.

Li Bumian was speechless. Lingyun Sect’s Ancient Division? When did I get related to Lingyun Sect again? What egg is the Ancient Division?

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Li Bumian as he thought about it, and became more and more shocked, and believed in the reasoning in his mind. He solemnly said to Li Bumian: "It must be that the news that our Nanyang Sect is going to erase Nie Xiaorou is exposed, and the news has been learned by your Lingyun Sect. The people sent by Lingyun Sect to protect Nie Xiaorou have important matters and are transferred back to the sect. Lingyun Sect wants to use this to lead out a sect to deal with it. It's really... a good plan!"

Everyone in Nanyang Sect looked incredible when they heard this. It turned out that Lingyun Sect was actually doing such an abacus!

"No wonder...no wonder..."

"Nie Xiaorou is so talented, Lingyun Sect will definitely be on guard, and it is impossible for others to take advantage of the opportunity!"

"No wonder the person who protected Nie Xiaorou was suddenly transferred. I thought it was very strange, it turned out..."

Feng Zhiyuan took a deep breath, looked at Li Bumian solemnly, and sighed: "What a trick to throw a stone into the way!"

Li Bumian: "!"

Li Bumian really believed in the evil fantasy novels. Everyone in the other world who had agreed to be idiots? He threw a stone to ask for directions? Li Bumian was speechless. I'll go to you to ask for directions.
Chapter completed!