The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 7 I have never seen such a brazen person

"No, my magic weapon, my magic weapon"

Mr. Mo's heart trembled when he saw the black ring was smashed to pieces by Jiang Feichen's hammer in an instant.

An uncontrollable heartache hit my heart.

The small black ring, worth [-] pieces of low-grade spirit stones, is a high-quality spiritual weapon from the Baibing Pavilion in the Xiaowu Void Realm, which is extremely valuable for collection.

In order to acquire this item, he also spent a lot of trouble.

How do you know that as soon as you use it today, it will be crushed immediately.

"buzz"

But before Mr. Mo could feel the pain in his heart, among the scattered fragments of the small black ring, the small bronze hammer slammed towards his chest with unabated momentum.

"puff"

Mr. Mo only felt as if he was being hit by a bull running at high speed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The whole person flew high and landed heavily on the ground more than ten meters away, setting off a cloud of dust.

"Guan Mo, who did you want to deal with just now!"

Jiang Feichen walked briskly and rushed to Mr. Mo.

He stretched out his left hand and grabbed Mr. Mo's hair, pulling it up from the ground.

"Ah, let me go. I am the steward sent by the religious committee to Qinghefang. If you dare to treat me like this, you will die embarrassingly."

Mr. Mo's scalp was about to be ripped off by Jiang Feichen.

He was in unbearable pain and screamed loudly, completely lost the condescending and calmness just now.

The veins on his face were bulging, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.

"If you want to abolish my cultivation base and destroy my sect, I won't be able to do it. Will you be afraid of threats?"

Jiang Feichen sneered, without saying a word, he raised his right palm and pointed it at Mr. Mo's face, and then it fell down with a crackling ear.

Dare to threaten the arms lord who has been in the world for twenty years?
You really look down on this head!
"Ahhh"

With Jiang Feichen's strength, Mr. Mo only felt that he was being sucked into the storm.

At first he was able to scream, but later on, the nerves on his face were already numb.

The brains were almost turned into a paste!

"you you you!"

Not far away, Meng Lebi struggled to get up from the ground.

Watching Jiang Feichen slap Mr. Mo fiercely, Meng Lebi opened his mouth wide in shock, as if he had forgotten the severe pain at the severed arm.

This is a member of the religious committee!
"Brother..."

Lu Xiaoran only felt that he was dreaming.

Is this still the senior brother who has a hippie smile all day long?
Is this still the useless senior brother who only has the third level of qi refining?
Is this still the senior brother who didn't even dare to kill a chicken?
This is simply a wicked, inhuman evil god!
"So handsome!"

Mo Wuji's three teenagers looked at Jiang Feichen who was fighting with admiration, their eyes full of admiration.

A boy of this age has a brainless love for violence.

"Meng Lebi, should we talk about compensation?"

Jiang Feichen slapped Mr. Mo dozens of times, but the latter was completely unresponsive.

He seemed a little bored, so he stopped, let go of Mr. Mo, and walked towards Meng Lebi.

"What, what compensation!"

Seeing Jiang Feichen approaching, Meng Lebi turned pale with fright.

"Of course it's the sightseeing fee for your Thunder Humen trespassing on my main peak, and the security fee for you people!"

Jiang Feichen looked serious.

"What?"

Meng Lebi was dumbfounded.

Forget about sightseeing fees, he admits defeat if he loses.

But what is the meaning of the muscle and bone preservation fee!
He looked at his twisted arms, Lei Sandun whose face was completely collapsed, and more than 30 classmates who couldn't stand up.

Meng Lebi felt that he was out of anger.

What kind of person is this, how shameless you are, your bones have been broken, and you still want to keep a fart!
"Do you want to default?"

Jiang Feichen smiled, and with a move, the bronze spiritual hammer not far away flew into his hand immediately.

"Give, give!"

Seeing Jiang Feichen pointing at himself with the spiritual hammer, Meng Lebi nodded quickly.

He didn't feel that his bones were as hard as Mr. Mo's spirit weapon.

"Don't take out the spirit stone yet!"

Meng Lebi yelled at more than 30 fellow students around him.

"Wow!"

More than 30 Leihumen disciples were also terrified.

Before Meng Le wrote the second sentence, they took out all the spirit stones on their bodies and threw them on the ground.

After a while, a small spiritual stone pile was piled up on the ground.

"Thunder Tiger Sect's family background is not weak, a group of disciples have so many spirit stones!"

Jiang Feichen stared straight at the small pile of spirit stones on the ground.

The Immortal Martial Sect was poor and poor, and Jiang Feichen was also born as a middle-to-lower poor cultivator. In his memory, he had seen so many spirit stones there.

"There are one or two hundred spirit stones!"

Jiang Feichen's eyes swept wildly.

"No, there are more!"

Jiang Feichen looked satisfied, then as if he had thought of something, he glanced at Lei Sandun not far away who was already very angry.

"Master Jiang, don't be angry!"

A quick-response Lei Humen disciple, a Ji Ling.

He took three steps at a time and ran in front of Lei Sandun, kicked Lei Sandun away with one kick, pulled out a leather bag from Lei Sandun's waist, and threw it out.

"Master Jiang, I'm the one who was reckless this time!"

Meng Lebi stood up slowly, took a deep look at Jiang Feichen, and was about to lead more than 30 disciples away.

As long as he can leave alive, there are many ways to deal with Jiang Feichen and regain his position.

"Wait a minute, we haven't talked about the hush money yet!"

However, Jiang Feichen shook his head.

"Hush fee?"

Hearing this, Meng Lebi was a little dazed.

The next moment, he saw Jiang Feichen walk up to the fainted Mr. Mo, and took off Mr. Mo's Qiankun bag.

I saw the brilliance in Jiang Feichen's hands flickering, and he fell down with a crash.

On the ground, many objects appeared immediately.

Including all kinds of bottles and jars, and several pieces of ores exuding crystal luster.

A considerable number of low-grade spirit stones, and two fluctuating artifacts containing spiritual power.

After shaking the Qiankun bag, nothing fell out of it.

Jiang Feichen walked up to Meng Lebi, and stuffed Mr. Mo's universe bag into Meng Lebi's arms.

Before Meng Lebi could react, Jiang Feichen even pulled out the short blade at Meng Lebi's waist, flicked his hand, and shot Mr. Mo's chest.

"puff"

The short blade is excellent, although it is not a spiritual weapon, it can cut iron like mud.

In an instant, Mr. Mo's chest was pierced.

Mr. Mo, who was in a coma, trembled, and the deep red blood soaked the ground under his body.

"you!"

Meng Lebi was completely dumbfounded.

The fool also knew what Jiang Feichen meant.

More than 30 Lei Humen disciples were also stupid, this person really dared to kill Mr. Mo!

Jiang Feichen looked at Meng Lebi with a serious face, and said earnestly: "You killed Mr. Mo for the spirit weapon, and if you want me, Xianwuzong, to help you hide it, we also have to take a big risk. Look at this hush money... ...?"

As Jiang Feichen spoke, his hands kept moving. He pulled out the broken blade from Mr. Mo's chest and wiped it on Meng Lebi's Taoist robe.

It was conveniently stuffed into Meng Lebi's hand, and he kindly helped him close his fingers and hold the knife.

"My Nima..."

Meng Lebi wanted to cry but couldn't help but look at the serious Jiang Feichen.

Angrily scolded: "I have never seen such a brazen person in my life!"

(End of this chapter)