Now that he understands the meaning of Hui Wuxu, Fang Han doesn't talk nonsense. It is his heart's wish to be able to disgust Wada. (www

Hui Wuxu's voice just dispersed, and a dozen masters from the Piaomiao Sect all found a place to sit down.

Hotan, who was impatient and running all the way, became angry when he saw this situation. He angrily came to Hui Wuxu. He ignored Hui Wuxu's identity and shouted, "Hui Wuxu, you

What does this mean?"

"What do you mean? Didn't you see that everyone is tired? Let's stop and rest." Hotan's bad attitude made Hui Wuxu lose his temper.

"Rest? What's the point of resting? It's just a few hundred miles away, so there's no need to rest?" Wada shouted dissatisfied.[

Hui Wuxu is the deputy sect leader of the Piaomiao Sect, with a high status, while Hotan is just an ordinary member of the Fantasy Beast Clan, with no special status, yet he dares to speak to Hui Wuxu in such a tone, which makes it clear

They look down upon the Piaomiao Sect.

As Hui Wuxu, he naturally couldn't argue with Hotan, but Fang Han didn't care. Hearing this, he smiled coldly and said sarcastically, "You are a great power of the Fantasy Beast Clan, and your cultivation is unfathomable. How can we people do this?"

How does it compare to you?"

"Presumptuous! Fang Han, who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me with such an attitude?" Hotan scolded angrily.

Fang Han didn't give in anymore, stood up quickly, stared into Hotan's eyes, and said without giving an inch, "Who are you, dare to talk to our deputy sect leader like this?"

"Bastard, I'll kill you!" Hotan was furious and slapped Fang Han with his palm.

Fang Han was not afraid either. In terms of cultivation, he was evenly matched with Hotan, and he was definitely the loser. Just as he was about to raise his palm to face the enemy, Hui Wuxu was faster than him, and a gust of palm wind swept out, defeating Hotan's palm power.

Not to mention, even General Wada was shocked and took three steps back.

Hotan's cultivation level is only equivalent to that of a seventh-level monk, but Hui Wuxu is a genuine eighth-level cultivator. Hotan dares to act arrogantly towards Hui Wuxu, and he is simply tired of living.

After suffering a secret loss, Wada was certainly very angry, but Hui Wuxu's face was stern, and he swallowed the bad words on his lips in a daze.

Hui Wuxu snorted coldly, curled his lips and said, "Hetian, don't think that because you are a fantasy beast tribe, you can ignore our Piaomiao Sect. If you dare to be rude to my Piaomiao Sect people again, I will Hui Wuxu

You will not be spared!"

Hui Wuxu's words were so heavy that Wada shivered several times.

After coughing a few times and suppressing the extreme anger in his heart, Wada said, "Return to the deputy sect master. I was disrespectful just now. But I am also anxious. The Yuexiu clan is about to arrive this month. I am worried that they will get the news. First,

If I escape in one step, I will be in vain."

Hui Wuxu said calmly, "It's time to sharpen your knives and chop wood. Let's all rest. We will be able to use our full strength against the Yue Xiu Clan later. Don't worry, the Yue Xiu Clan can't run away."

"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst!" Hotan suffered a loss against the Yuexiu tribe last time, and he dreamed of avenging this attack, so he was very anxious.

But Hui Wuxu paid no attention to it. Before Wada finished speaking, his eyes had already narrowed and he fell asleep.

Wada hit a snag, feeling extremely upset, and shouted, "Okay! Deputy Sect Leader Hui wants to rest, then rest enough. But if the Yuexiu Clan escapes, Deputy Sect Leader Hui will bear everything.
Chapter completed!