readx;? When Wu Le heard this, he put down the cigarette stick, spit out a big smoke ring, and said with a smile: "The Oriental Envoy has won the prize, and the little old man doesn't have much ability, so it's just such a trick." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Dongfang Shengli listened, but he thought in his heart: "Where did you come from, this little old man, to sabotage the World Martial Arts Conference held by this Holy Son, if it weren't for this Holy Son as a guest, I can't do anything with you, otherwise I will definitely come out and fight with you for a few moves." ”

He glanced at Tianjizi, meaning that he wanted Tianjizi to go out and persuade Wu Le.

Unexpectedly, Tianjizi didn't move, but just asked, "Brother Wu, do you really want to challenge the world's masters?"

Wu Le said with a smile: "How can what Xiao Lao'er said be regarded as child's play? After speaking, as if the "madness" was not enough, he actually sat on the stage and smoked dry cigarettes all day.

At this moment, several figures flew out and landed on the Forgotten Immortal Terrace.

The cultivation of these people was in the middle of the Heavenly and Human Realm, and they were all masters of using swords, and after choking, they all drew their swords out of their sheaths and attacked Wu Le.

"Jingzhou Zheng Zhongjian. ”

"Yuzhou Wang Kangde. ”

"Dengzhou Mo Yijian. ”

"Qinglong City Chai Wang. ”

"Wu Qiancheng Tan Dou. ”

Five peerless powerhouses signed up in unison, instantly approaching Wu Le.

It's not that they think that they can defeat Wu Le, but they feel that Wu Le's attitude is too rampant, even if they lose to Wu Le, they will meet this little old man for a while.

Burst!

Wu Le took the cigarette stick, opened his mouth and spit it out, and five puffs of smoke sprayed towards the five people.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the five peerless powerhouses had no power to fight back, and their faces were shattered by the smoke, and they hurriedly flew out upside down, never daring to take half a step closer to Wangxiantai.

At this time, Wu Le began to smoke dry tobacco again.

When Fang Xiaowu saw it, he secretly wondered, and thought: "The cigarette stick in this little old man's hand is obviously just an ordinary thing, and there is not much tobacco in the smoke pot, why did he smoke for a long time, but he couldn't finish smoking, could he add tobacco without a trace in front of everyone? Isn't that a fairy?"

After the audience was quiet for a while, I suddenly saw a series of figures flying to the Forgotten Immortal Terrace, and there were almost thirty people.

These people are all martial saints, some know each other and some don't know each other, but no matter what, they all want to try Wu Le's skills.

After these people reported their names and origins, they scattered around Wu Le, with both palms out, and slapped the strongest palm in their lives towards Wu Le in the center, intending to gather the strength of thirty people to fight against Wu Le, even if it was just to force Wu Le to stand up, they could be regarded as winning in their hearts.

Ah sneeze~

Suddenly, Wu Le let out a loud sneeze, and two clouds of smoke erupted from his two nostrils, which quickly dispersed, enveloping the entire Wangxiantai in a blink of an eye, forcing those martial saints to dare not stand on the platform, and flew out one after another.

As for the palm power they emitted, when they encountered the smoke, it had already disappeared, and there was a feeling that some mud cows had entered the sea, and there was no news.

As soon as this group of martial saints withdrew, they saw twenty peerless powerhouses casting teleportation** to appear on the Forgotten Immortal Terrace, and the lowest cultivation was also in the late stage of the Heavenly and Human Realm, and the highest was already as high as the early stage of the Unity Realm.

These twenty people didn't think that they would join forces to deal with Wu Le, but when they made a move, they were almost at the same time, and there were a few particularly strong people inside, because the cultivation method was a heaven-level top-grade, so they could beat a few fellow cultivators at a time.

But such a group of peerless powerhouses, even Wu Le Sanzhang didn't get close, and was forced out of the Forgotten Immortal Platform by the smoke spit out by Wu Le, feeling that Wu Le was just teasing them, and if he really wanted to make a move, even if there were a hundred times more people, he could crush them with one move.

After that, in just one cup of tea, a total of more than 600 monks came to the stage to fight Wu Le, no matter how many people shot at the same time, they could not interfere with Wu Le, even the peerless powerhouses in the early stage of the Unity Realm were all made gray by the smoke, and the wolf retreated.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaowu became more and more suspicious that Wu Le was not a human being at all, at least he was also a peerless powerhouse who had cultivated to the peak advanced stage of the Unity Realm.

It's just that masters of this level, usually speaking, are waiting to break through their cultivation and become masters at the pinnacle level of martial arts, how can they come to participate in such martial arts conferences?

After half an hour like this, a loud roar was heard in the distance, and in an instant, a person descended on the top of Wu Le's head, and a crescent moon burst out from this person's hand, splitting the air and roaring.

And this person's body was covered with a layer of Xuanguang at the same time, but it possessed the Yuan Soul and urged the power of the Yuan Soul.

"Tianyue Divine Sword!" Someone shouted: "Sword Bully Zhao Yibo!"

Boom!

The sword light flew down, and when it was about to fall on Wu Le's head, it was blocked by a puff of smoke.

After only a breath, Zhao Yibo's "Heavenly Moon Divine Knife" light faded and almost turned into a mortal thing.

And Zhao Yibo himself, but he snorted and flew away.

He originally wanted to fight Wu Le again, but in the next moment, he suddenly realized that his Yuan Soul seemed to be there, as if he had been restricted by something, how could he dare to continue to stay here, and hurriedly used teleportation ** to disappear and find a place to heal.

Zhao Yibo came and went quickly, but the power of his knife was enough to be described as groundbreaking, but compared with Wu Le, he was not a master at the same level at all, what he could open was Xiaotian, and Wu Le was Datian, and he was completely useless in front of Wu Le.

Seeing that Zhao Yibo was beaten by Wu Le, Dongfang Shengli couldn't help but be very angry: "Okay, you old Wu Er! If this continues, can the World Martial Arts Conference continue normally? ”

Dongfang Shengren's thoughts changed sharply, and he planned to find an excuse to go out and fight Wu Le and rub Wu Le's sharpness.

However, before he could think of a suitable reason, he saw a short figure appear on the Forgotten Immortal Terrace, shorter than Wu Le, like a doll, it was the fire child.

When Fang Xiaowu saw the fire boy suddenly appear, he couldn't help but think: "This fire brother is too reckless, if he is also made disgraced by Wu Le, wouldn't it be a shame." ”

Wu Le saw the fire child, but said with a smile: "Hey, it turned out to be you." ”

"Do you recognize me?" said the Fire Child.

"I don't recognize you, but I know your master. Wu Le smiled.

The fire boy was taken aback, and thought: "The master has been dead for hundreds of years, this old guy actually said that he knew, fortunately, the lady had already explained to me, telling me not to fight with him, but to outwit, if I fight with him, I am afraid I can't fight him." ”

So, he asked, "Since you know my master, who are you?"

Wu Le said with a smile: "The little old man's name is Wu Le." ”