Gao Hanchun, the leader of Zhentian sect, also has a certain reputation on the island of Penglai. Although he can't compare with the three major forces, he knows that Gao Hanchun is an eighth level cultivator in Zijing.

These people can die in the hands of four people with red makeup, which proves that the strength of these four guys is not simple.

Thinking of this, fat man can't help turning around and looking at his friends.

Noticing the fat man's eyes, suddenly three more practitioners came up and appeared in front of Baili red makeup and others. It happened to be a combination of four on four.

"You say I want to die?" The fat man sneered and reached out to Emperor Beichen. He just wanted to pat his face. "Little white face, the outer hall is not suitable for you. Why don't you go home and drink milk earlier?"

However, when the fat man made some moves, Emperor Beichen had already clapped the fat man's hand back.

"It's not suitable for a small white face like us. Is it suitable for a fat man like you?" Wen Ziran sneered, "although we have only come to the outer hall for a short time, according to my observation, there are not many disciples who can be so ugly as you."

With Wen Ziran's voice falling, the fat man's face became ugly for a moment, which was more serious than when he said to kill him before Shangguan Yingying.

Want to come, Wen Ziran this sentence is really stabbed in the fat injury.

Not only that, but also the disciples around laughed after hearing this.

This fat man's appearance is really hard hurt. In normal times, many people dislike him. Fat people also have self-knowledge. I won't mention that.

He is usually so domineering that no one wants to be the enemy of fat people. Naturally, he will not take the initiative to talk about this.

However, at this time, Wen Ziran did not give face to say all this, and we naturally couldn't help laughing.

The fat man's face was cold, his eyes were cold and his voice was cold. "I'll kill you, son of a bitch!"

However, in the face of such threatening words, Wen Ziran felt nothing, but pretended to be afraid and clapped his chest, saying, "Oh, I'm so afraid!"

"Dying!"

At this moment, the fat man can't help it any more. He has been in the outer hall for such a long time, and no one dare to humiliate him like this!

In the face of the shame and indignation on the fat man's face, the irony in the eyes of the four people with red make-up in Baili is even worse. This guy is just humiliated and ugly by them, and then he has become angry with this virtue. How to humiliate them before is ridiculous.

In the next moment, the yuan force in the fat man's body suddenly surged out, and his right hand punched out, directly attacking Wen Ziran's front door!

The more he looked at this guy, the more unhappy he became. He only killed this guy first!

Wen Ziran is already ready for defense. After the fat man's fist comes out, his body side directly avoids the fat man's attack. At the same time, his fist also attacks the past.

See this scene, hundred miles of red makeup and other people are also secretly praised for Wen Ziran.

In this way, it's the fat man's first hand, and the responsibility falls entirely on the fat man, which has nothing to do with them.

The three cultivators beside the fat man naturally thought of this, but the fat man has already started, and they have no way.