The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 13 Wait and fight again, let the head master learn two moves first!
"Master Wang, you have to decide for me. This Jiang Feichen absented himself from work for no reason. I just reprimanded him a few times and punished him a little. Who would have thought that he would be so vicious that he would hurt so many fellow workers and monks."

Seeing Master Wan appearing, Steward Ji hurried over and cried to him, with tears streaming down his face.

"You said these people were all injured by Jiang Feichen?"

Pavilion Master Wan was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Although he didn't know what happened in the inner courtyard, Jiang Feichen had been in the China Merchants Bank for several years, so he knew something about it.

The head of a dilapidated small sect with a ridiculous cultivation level of the third level of qi refining, how could it be possible to defeat a dozen big men of body training at the fifth or sixth level of qi refining.

However, although Guanshi Ji has many shortcomings, he will not openly lie to himself.

Suspiciously, Pavilion Master Wan raised his eyes to look at Jiang Feichen, and was immediately amazed.

Because Jiang Feichen had just used the spiritual power in his body, the fluctuation of the spiritual power in his body had not dissipated.
Based on Master Wang's foundation-building level one cultivation base, it is not difficult to see that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Jiang Feichen's body are around the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining.

It was completely different from Jiang Feichen in his impression.

"Jiang Feichen, why are you acting fierce in the inner courtyard?"

Although slightly surprised in his heart, Pavilion Master Wan didn't put Jiang Feichen in his eyes.

No matter how powerful a low-level cultivator at the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining can do, he's just an ant if he doesn't enter the foundation building!
"Pavilion Master Wan, you should ask Steward Ji about this matter. He is the one who appointed these people to attack me. I am only defending myself!" Jiang Feichen cupped his hands slightly.

"No matter who started it first, this is the chassis of my Zhaobao Mining Industry. Since you made a move, you have to pay the price!"

Pavilion Master Wan interrupted Jiang Feichen with a wave of his hand. He glanced at the dozen or so Qi practitioners on the ground and snorted coldly: "These people's injuries are not serious, and you have to bear the cost of treating the injuries and the loss of employment. , today you must take out a thousand low-grade spirit stones, otherwise you will sign a life-long labor contract with the firm!"

"What, a thousand spirit stones!"

Hearing this, more than 100 part-time cultivators gasped in unison.

Those body refiners who were injured were not seriously injured, and a hundred low-grade spirit stones were enough to make up for it.

However, Pavilion Master Wan raised the price by more than ten times. This is to take Jiang Feichen to his prestige!

For a moment, everyone looked at Jiang Feichen with a bit of pity.

With the power of Zhaobao Mining, it is almost effortless to crush a little monk like Jiang Feichen.

"Master Wang, you have a big appetite!"

Jiang Feichen sneered, but was furious in his heart.

The head of the sect just missed [-] spirit stones, and this meeting is not over yet, how dare you ask the head for spirit stones?
"Why, you don't want to?"

Master Wan's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Jiang Feichen with disdain.

"I don't want to!"

Jiang Feichen shook his head resolutely, and then he glanced at Pavilion Master Wan, who was standing with several cultivators with cold eyes, thought slightly in his heart, and decisively took out a jade slip from his arms.

"Would you like it or not, it's not up to you!"

Pavilion Master Wan sneered again, waved his hand, and said to a cultivator in light armor behind him, "Go and teach him how to talk to me!"

"Yes, Pavilion Master!"

Hearing this, the light armor cultivator stood up immediately, and then he grasped it in the air, and the iron rod placed at the foot of a furnace not far away flew towards his palm.

"Boy, let me break your legs first!"

The light armor cultivator clenched the iron rod, swayed slightly, and rushed towards Jiang Feichen.

"Hmph, Jiang Feichen, you are doomed this time. The six guards of the pavilion master are all hired monks who have experienced life and death in the Six Realms battlefield!"

Guanshi Ji shouted excitedly, as if seeing Jiang Feichen being beaten up, his face was full of gloating: "You just wait to be hanged and beaten by professional players!"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

Sure enough, when Jiang Feichen saw the light armor cultivator rushing towards him, he took several steps back and waved his hands constantly.

"Idiot, now you know how to be subdued? Then sign the labor contract!"

Seeing this, Pavilion Master Wan couldn't help sneering: "It's a waste of precious time for this Pavilion Master!"

The light armor practitioner also paused to slow down his figure.

"Fuck you, let me learn two tricks first!" Jiang Feichen scolded angrily.

Apart from feeling sorry for Lingshi and fearing his junior sister, he had never been afraid of anything, but he didn't have much housekeeping skills and planned to sharpen his knife on the spot.

I saw Jiang Feichen standing back, holding the jade slip tightly with his left hand, his eyes were focused, and he was rambling, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

The right hand flicked it casually, and it was also on the ground, grabbing a long iron rod and laying it across his chest.

"I don't know how to live or die, beat him to death!"

Even Pavilion Master Wan couldn't keep his composure at this moment.

This kid is a bit too arrogant, what's the matter, he still wants to learn martial arts in front of the battle?

You treat me as a retired military practitioner hired by me with a high salary, do you eat shit?
"Brother, can you be more serious!"

All the workers and repairers present were also speechless. If you can't beat it, just admit defeat. This is what you did.

You have practiced for more than ten years, and you are still short of this skill?
They are all hard-working minor cultivators living at the bottom of the society. Whose inheritance skills are just one or two books, what else is worth reading.

""Three Thousand Vertical Light Sabers", the first form, the sword moves ten miles in snow!"

Jiang Feichen didn't know at the moment, but even if he knew what everyone present was thinking, he didn't have time to take care of it.

When the light armor cultivator rushed over, he raised the iron rod in his hand, and made random gestures in midair like ghostly symbols, completely disorganized, and the speed of chattering in his mouth was even faster.

"Damn, are you kidding me!"

The light armor cultivator was also furious in his heart.

As a Qi-refining Dzogchen cultivator, although he participated in very few battles on the battlefield of the Six Realms, he was tempered in the environment of blood and fire.

Back in a small place like Qinghefang, almost all practitioners of the same rank were hanged and beaten, let alone such an opponent, what the hell are you doing?
"Little brat, take over the stick!"

The long stick in the hands of the light armor cultivator shakes out a stick flower in mid-air, and he leaps into the air, turning into dozens of stick shadows. shrouded.

"The momentum of the vertical sword, lying across thousands of miles, one sword in the heart, ten thousand swords in the shape..."

Jiang Feichen didn't seem to notice the shadow of the stick covering his body at all, he still looked down at the jade slip in his hand, chattering and gesticulating with his hands endlessly.

"die!"

The monk in light armor was completely angry.

It's not easy for me to find a job, it's not easy for me to take a look at my brother, so it's my first time to make a move, so at least you have a frightened expression.

As soon as he thought of this, all the spiritual power in the monk's body surged, pouring into his arms, and the iron rod in his hand slammed down on the top of Jiang Feichen's head.

"The sword is ten miles long, and the snow is falling!"

At the same time, Jiang Feichen, who had been babbling with his head down, finally raised his head. Although he was still babbling endlessly, he lifted the iron rod in his hand.

In an instant, electricity was generated in the void, snowflakes fell, and a flash of sword light spread across rivers and mountains for ten miles!

(End of this chapter)