Seeing Wu Bei announcing his door, a thin, dark man stopped in front and said, "Master Li, you shouldn't come here."
Wu Bei: "I'm already here."
The thin black man exchanged glances with the others, and he said forcefully: "Master Li, I advise you to leave immediately, otherwise, I will be rude to you."
Wu Bei: "You can try it!"
The thin black man seemed to be irritated. He walked straight towards Wu Bei and grabbed him with his big, skinny hands like steel.
But suddenly, the thin black man fell into darkness. He felt a huge sense of fear in his heart. He couldn't help but scream and collapsed to the ground.
The other people were shocked, what happened?
Wu Bei ignored them, walked slowly to the five directors, and said with a smile: "Directors, there is a driver from my Li family outside, please get in the car."
"You can't leave!" a young man shouted loudly.
Wu Bei turned around and stared at him. The power of the Haotian Martial Spirit blasted into his spirit. The man screamed, jumped several meters high, and then fell heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
The five directors were shocked. What kind of method was this? Is he a god or a Buddha?
With awe of Wu Bei, the five directors left the hall. Outside there were personnel and drivers arranged by the Li family, who invited them into the car and drove to the Li family.
Wu Bei stayed at the airport, and several directors got off the plane one after another. They were all taken over by the Li family, and no one dared to stop them.
Two hours later, an old man appeared at the door. He was leaning on an ebony cane and had bird and animal bones hanging from his neck. He made a "clinking" sound as he walked.
The old man glanced at Wu Bei from a distance. There was a young man standing behind him. He said: "Master Li, this is the top head-bending master in Southeast Asia, Master Zu Ming! If you still don't leave, don't blame him.
Be ruthless!"
Wu Bei glanced at the so-called master of lowering his head and said contemptuously: "Really? He just lowers his head to me, but I want to see how powerful his lowering his head is!"
The old man seemed very angry. He shouted loudly, muttered something, and then raised his hand. Wu Bei saw that thirteen powerful Yin spirits were rushing toward him.
He sneered, and his martial spirit rushed out of his body, and actually killed thirteen Yin spirits directly. His martial spirit was nourished by this kind of energy, and he had a strong martial will. Naturally, these mere Yin spirits were no match for him.
The martial soul grabbed a Yin spirit and tore it into pieces with both hands. The Yin spirit screamed in agony, which echoed in everyone's mind. Then it rushed left and right, killing a Yin spirit with every blow.
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In just a few seconds, all thirteen Yin spirits were killed. You must know that each of these Yin spirits was powerful enough to give Chunyang Earth Immortal a headache, but he killed them all in the blink of an eye.
The head-lowering master was shocked and completely stunned.
Wu Bei's martial spirit came to him and stared at him contemptuously.
The old man was trembling all over, and he suddenly slowly knelt on the ground. Wu Bei was too lazy to kill him, and his martial spirit returned to his body.
The young man behind the old man was dumbfounded. He suddenly reacted, turned around and ran away.
The old man got up, walked slowly to Wu Bei, and said respectfully: "I have met the true king."
Wu Beifang directly released the martial spirit. He mistakenly thought it was Wu Bei's Nascent Soul, so he called him the True King.
He didn't explain either. After all, in terms of pure strength, ordinary true kings may not be stronger than him.
"Go back and tell Bei Shihou that he can't offend me!"
The old man said quickly: "Yes, I will definitely tell you."
After the old man left, Wu Bei waited for another half an hour and picked up the other three directors. In the end, there were twelve directors who arrived in Yama. They all went to Li's Manor. Counting the two directors in Yama
Director, and Li Yundou, there are already fifty directors.
Wu Bei looked at the time and returned to the manor after dark.
But it was said that the old man hurriedly walked out of the airport, and as soon as he got into the car, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The bow he had just made was broken by Wu Bei, and he was severely injured. His cultivation level was set back at least ten years.
The young man was also in the car. He looked horrified and asked: "Master, who is he? Can't even you beat him?"
The old man raised his head and glared at the young man: "Didn't you say that he is just more aggressive? Why is he the true king!"
Young man: "What is the true king?"
The old man said fiercely: "You are an existence that can destroy your entire Bei family with just one thought! An existence of Zhenjun's level, even in a great dynasty like Yanlong, will be worshiped like a god. You
The Bei family is so bold, how dare you provoke such a person!"
The young man's legs are weak, the Bei family is finished!
A few minutes later, the two took a helicopter and flew to the Lion City, where the Beishhou family settled.
Half an hour later, in the Pei Family Mansion in the Lion City, Pei Shihou was waiting for the result. He would win the position of chairman no matter what. As long as he became the president, the trillions of dollars in Nanyang Bank would be his.
Private property. At this moment, no matter who hinders his plan, he will destroy it, not even the Li family!
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and then his son Bei Xiaoshuai walked in, followed by the staggering Jiangtou Master.
Bei Shihou stood up to greet him. He asked in surprise: "Master, are you injured?"
Bei Xiaoshuai couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and said, "Dad, we have offended someone we shouldn't have!"
Bei Shihou frowned and said, "What are you talking about? Who should not be offended?"
The old man sighed softly and said, "I was asked to give you a message: You can't afford to offend the Li family."
Bei Shihou was so angry that he laughed back: "I, Bei Shihou, can't afford to offend me? Who said this?"
Old man: "A true king!"
Bei Shihou felt as if he had been doused with ice water on a cold day. His teeth chattered as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He asked in a trembling voice: "Is he the true king?"
The old man nodded: "In order for one blow to be effective, I activated thirteen ghosts. Each of those ghosts was at the level of the top masters in Southeast Asia. But even so, he killed them all in the blink of an eye. His Nascent Soul was standing there
It was so terrifying in front of me! At that moment, I knelt down to him uncontrollably."
Bei Shihou's face was gloomy, and he asked: "Zhen Jun, can you kill him?"
The old man looked at him like a madman: "With all due respect, when that man is angry, your Bei family will all turn into corpses! Not to mention Zhenjun, even if a real person plots against your Bei family, Mr. Bei may not be able to save everyone. Moreover.
, we have no idea what kind of power is behind that person. I suspect that this person comes from the earthly immortal world of Yanlong. If this is the case, he will be even more untouchable."
"Crack!" Bei Shihou smashed the table with one punch, "Are you just going to give in like this?"
The old man said coldly: "Compared with death, what is surrender? Some time ago, the Guo family, which backed the Baixiang Temple, perished if it said it would perish. I think this must be related to this person. Alas, he is still so young.
, he is already a true king, incredible, incredible! In the future, this person will surely grow into a supreme being who looks down on the common people!"