Who said that one should go home to enjoy his old age when he is old, is Sima Ba so naive to be so old! Don't meddle in the nosy things that shouldn't be meddled in. What do you mean by that? It's clearly that you don't take Sima Batian seriously.
"If you don't do it, then the old man can only do it himself, and don't blame the old man for being cruel, you brought it on yourself!" Too lazy to talk to Gu Fenghua, Sima Batian slammed his crutch on the ground again.
The city wall, which has survived thousands of years of wind and rain but still stands firm, trembled violently, and a piece of stone dust fluttered with the wind.
Domineering! It is worthy of the name of Sima Batian, he is really domineering. Everyone in the audience was shocked.
"Master, why do you need your hands to deal with this kind of lifeless junior!" At this moment, four middle-aged men who came with Sima Batian stepped forward at the same time.
The performance of these people is strikingly similar to those of Ke Yuanhua's disciples. Of course, this is also normal. Respecting the teacher is the same no matter where you are.
However, compared with Ke Yuanhua's disciples, Sima Batian's disciples are much more courageous, they don't have so much flattery, and they don't have so much flattery. Before the words were finished, a person flew up and slapped out a palm. A solid palm image appeared out of thin air, completely covering Gu Fenghua and the others.
"Emperor Sacred Fourth Grade!" Seeing the four golden holy beads suddenly revealed on the middle-aged man's brow, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.
Although in the Extreme Spirit Realm, the cultivation base of the fourth rank of the Emperor Saint is not considered a top-level powerhouse, but even in the major holy sects, it is definitely not weak.
At least, at the age of Gu Fenghua and others, it is absolutely impossible to have such a cultivation level. For some paranoid peers, it is even a great honor to die at the hands of a strong Emperor Sage Four.
As expected of Sima Batian, who has been famous for thousands of years, he brought out a disciple casually, and he was a powerhouse of the fourth rank of Emperor Saint.
Looking at Sima Batian who took half a step and then stopped, they were even more in awe, and looking at Gu Fenghua and others who were enveloped by that huge palm shadow, their eyes were even more pitiful.
Seeing that his companion slapped him first, the other three disciples of Sima Batian stopped in their tracks. To deal with such a young junior, one person is enough. If they join forces, they will only make people laugh for no reason. They can't afford to lose that person.
"God has the virtue of good life, don't hurt their lives, just lose an arm." Sima Batian was also very satisfied with the strength of this disciple, noticing the complicated eyes of everyone, he was even more complacent, and put on his face again. A generous elder's face gave an order.
Think about it, too, with his identity, if he didn't want to help his uncle get ahead, he shouldn't have the same knowledge as a few young children. If they hurt their lives again, wouldn't that be self-destructive? It took tens of thousands of years to accumulate this world-renowned reputation, but Sima Batian still cherishes feathers very much.
"Such people who don't know what is good and what is wrong, just crippled them with one arm, and each of them crippled two arms. Also, that dead girl in green also crippled her eyes by the way." The other disciples also roared.
?Sima Batian frowned when he heard the words. When the master spoke, which round would he get his disciples to point fingers?
But after thinking about it for a while, he was relieved again. Indeed, I had clearly given Gu Fenghua and the others a chance, but they didn't know good from bad, and if they just let go, it would be too cheap for them. If it spread, people would think that Sima Batian was weak and easy to bully. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com