A middle-aged man with a goatee stared at Lu Fan with a pair of rat eyes: "Are you saying that we haven't seen much of the world anymore?"
Several other men in black robes also looked at Lu Fan rather unkindly.
"How dare a little warrior dare to challenge the majesty of my overseas fairy island? It's simply ridiculous."
"Do you really think that just because you have made a name for yourself in this land, you don't even care about the rest of the world?"
"It's just a frog in the well."
"If you were to see the Taoism of my overseas monks, I'm afraid you would have to kneel down and beg for mercy and vomit out everything you have eaten."
Lu Fan has never looked at them since he appeared.
Hearing the shouting of several people, he raised his head and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Why are you vomiting? Are you disgusted?"
"What did you say?"
Goatee seemed to be irritated. He stood up and stared at Lu Fan: "Do you know who you are talking to?"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted the attention of other guests present, and they all looked in this direction.
Seeing this, the people from the Thousand Kills Sect smiled even more on their faces.
As soon as Lu Fan appeared, he had a conflict with the guests of the Ji family. This was what they liked to see the most.
"I'm talking to you, you, you, you, you..., what's wrong?"
Lu Fan raised his hand and nodded at the five overseas monks one by one: "That's it. Do you want me to do it again?"
The goatee was about to grow when a jade-faced man came out, stared at Lu Fan and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, a young martial artist has only achieved a small amount of achievements, so it's okay to be proud and complacent, but practicing martial arts is inherently inferior.
Cheng, no matter how powerful the ancient warrior is, even if he is half-step supreme, he is still vulnerable to our Taoism."
After a pause, the jade-faced monk squinted his eyes, looked at Lu Fan with evil intentions, flicked his nails and said, "Let me put it this way, no matter how strong the ancient martial arts is, if you encounter a warlock, you will die.
We cultivators can kill people’s heads from thousands of miles away with a flying sword!”
The domineering nature of these words made many ancient warriors present have expressions of hatred on their faces, but there was nothing they could do about it.
The zhenqi that fluctuates in these people's bodies is so terrifying.
