The first thousand four hundred and thirty-eight chapters
"Damn fat man, you are so shameless, you want to be beaten, right?"
"Take the money and get out of here. If you make Mr. Su angry, I will kill you immediately!"
"You damn fat man, you don't want to take a good look at it. What kind of strength is Mr. Su? What kind of strength are you? Do you know that if Mr. Su kills you, it will be like killing an ant?"
The young master was so arrogant that he shouted and threatened the fat man.
Fatty is just a monk in the Qi training stage, and is indeed no match for Su Ran.
However, the fat man did not compromise and said confidently: "What's the matter? You don't admit your defeat, do you still want to hit someone?"
"If you lose, you have to admit it and give the folding fan to others."
"You must abide by the rules of Dou Bao!"
"Don't bully others with your advantage, take out the folding fan quickly and give it to the winner!"
The audience booed and accused Su Ran.
But the people in the audience were all low-level monks in the qi-training stage, and their appearance was too small to scare Su Ran.
Su Ran raised his eyes and glanced around, but did not see any higher-level monks than him. He was confident and said arrogantly: "My uncle just won't hand over the folding fan today. Are you dissatisfied?
If you don’t accept it, come up and challenge me!”
The spectators in the audience were all very angry, but they were not as strong as Su Ran. They dared to speak out in anger, but they did not dare to take action. No one came on stage to support the fat man.
The fat man seemed very isolated and helpless, but he was very strong and uncompromising. He insisted: "I won, you must give me the folding fan, otherwise I will never finish with you tonight!"
"Go away, mother. If you want a folding fan, come and get it if you have the guts!"
Su Ran was so angry that she opened the folding fan and fanned it grandly.
"Wu Ping, don't be a coward, bring the folding fan over here!"
Someone in the audience was watching the excitement and encouraged the fat man without fear of trouble.
Fatty Wu Ping was really stubborn and didn't even consider his own strength. He rushed forward and tried to snatch the folding fan from Su Ran's hand.
This moment made Su Ran so angry that she folded her fan across the face and struck out with spiritual power, instantly knocking Wu Ping flying to the ground.
"You dare to hit me?
I’ll fight you!”
Wu Ping stood up angrily, shook the bell in his hand, and an illusory magic weapon appeared again and rushed towards Su Ran.
However, this is not a treasure fight now. When you hold the magic weapon in your hand, its power will increase according to the strength of the spiritual power.
As a foundation-building monk, Su Ran's spiritual power was more than ten times stronger than Wu Ping's. The spells Su Ran activated at this time were not at the same level as before.
Su Ran smiled coldly, raised his hand and released a spiritual shock wave, scattering the illusory magic weapon in the blink of an eye.
"Idiot, with your little strength, you still dare to fight with me. You are just humiliating yourself. I will give him a big compliment!"
Su Ran showed his arrogant nature, waved his folding fan, and ordered the four young masters around him.
Those young masters all had the strength during the Qi training period. The four of them attacked together and knocked Wu Ping to the ground in a few blows. He held his head and screamed in agony.
After beating Wu Ping until he was half dead, these guys stopped.
"Damn fat man, do you know how powerful you are now?"
"If you dare to go against Mr. Su, I think you don't want to hang out in Beidi City anymore."
"Do you know who Mr. Su is?
He is the young master of a Xuan-level family, who are you, why are you fighting with him?"
These young masters are all very familiar with the powerful men in Beidi City. They have never seen Wu Ping, nor have they heard of a young master named Wu Ping in Beidi City.
When they think about it, this Wu Ping should be just a casual cultivator, and he will be beaten as soon as possible. They don't believe that Wu Ping dares to come to them for revenge! "You just wait for me, I will make you regret it!"
Wu Ping struggled to get up, and was beaten all over. He glared at Su Ran and the others angrily, put down his harsh words, and staggered away.
"You still want to scare us, who do you think you are?
We are waiting for you right here!”
Su Ran curled her lips disdainfully, not taking Wu Ping's words seriously at all! "Young Master Su, you are so flattering. A man with strength is so charming!"
Teacher Gao rushed forward and clung to Su Ran like a bitch in heat.
"It's not what a man would do if he took advantage of others. You obviously lost, so why did you lie about it?"
Ma Meiling hated evil and blamed Su Randao.
She just wanted to go on stage to help Wu Ping, but was stopped by Lin Xiaodong.
The reason why Lin Xiaodong didn't let Ma Meiling meddle in other people's business was because he could see that the bell in Wu Ping's hand was a high-level divine magical weapon. This kind of magical weapon was so powerful that only the sects could often produce it.
In other words, Wu Ping's identity is definitely not simple, and he is most likely from a large sect.
Then let Su Ran hit Wu Ping and see what happens next! Lin Xiaodong has a hunch that there will be something good to watch later! "Cousin, this is not cheating, this is strength.
Mr. Su used his strength to protect the magic weapon, the folding fan."
Teacher Gao said in a crooked way.
"Miss Ma, the world of cultivation is a place where the weak and the strong prey on each other. Whoever is stronger has the final say.
Don’t you even understand this truth?
I heard not long ago that your Hengshan sect was besieged by three heaven-level sects.
Will those heaven-level sects really reason with you when they attack you?"
Su Ran sneered, with a proud face, not ashamed, but proud.
Ma Meiling was immediately speechless. She didn't want to admit it but she accepted the fact. The world of cultivation is indeed a barbaric world where the weak eat the strong! "Is it that bastard who just bullied my cousin?
If you have the guts, stand up for me!"
At this time, a tall figure jumped onto the treasure fighting platform and roared at the audience.
The fat man Wu Ping also walked up to the stage and looked around to find Su Ran and his group.
It took only a cup of tea for Wu Ping to find helpers and come to seek revenge on Su Ran.
Except for Lin Xiaodong and the others, the people standing around Su Ran quickly dispersed, leaving a large open space in an instant.
"Cousin, that's him, the boy with the folding fan!"
As soon as the crowd dispersed, Wu Ping found Su Ran at a glance, pointed at Su Ran and shouted.
"Don't let them get away!"
The big man pointed his finger, and a dozen people immediately rushed out and surrounded Lin Xiaodong and his group! These dozen people were all at level five or above during the Qi training period, and the big man was even more incredible.
, reaching the seventh level of Zhuqi period, which is several levels stronger than Su Ran! Seeing the big man appear, the faces of Su Ran and the four young masters changed drastically, as if they had seen a ghost, and their whole faces were as white as snow.
, the body couldn't help but tremble a little! Su Ran's first thought was to run away.
He panicked and wanted to rush out from the side, but was bounced back by a wall of energy from the magic circle.
The monks who gathered around had some skills, and they joined forces to set up a magic circle as soon as they came up.