The monk who asked the question was an old man from the early stage of the Ancestral Orifice. He smiled a little deeper, as if he was waiting to see a big joke.

When Youqiong heard this, he stared at him deeply, indifferent and ruthless. The old man stared at him put away his smile, not daring to have any contempt anymore.

After a glance, Youqiong retreated his gaze, looked at the Lord Yan Futi beside him, and asked, "Brother Yan Fu, when you were in the mortal stage, you killed several monks in the early stage of the ancestral orifice."

“Three.”

The Yanfuti Lord said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the group cultivator was shocked. Someone really did it!

"Brother Pan Tian, ​​where are you?"

Youqiong asked again.

Pan Tian laughed and said, "I am not as good as Brother Yan Fu. I have only killed one of them. In that battle, I almost shot out all my urine, and finally killed that guy."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked again and couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Zangtian, where are you?"

Youqiong asked again.

When Zang Tian heard this, he smiled sinisterly and said, "If I beat you openly, I have never killed half of you, but there are at least six ancestor cultivators who died in the mortal stage."

When everyone heard this, they were terrified.

Youqiong turned his head suddenly and looked at everyone again.

"The monks in the new era must surpass the monks in the old era. You juniors, touch your conscience and talk about how many ancestors have you obtained. If this is the case, each generation is still worse than the other. Then where is the meaning of your sect and inheritance? Will the more you pass on it, the more you become aborted?"

Ask sternly!

Everyone was shocked and finally felt that these old guys had a superb vision. Many younger generations felt ashamed.

Youqiong's last gaze looked at Youdi's family.

There is Di's cold face and eyes sinking, like a rock.

Fang Junmei sighed from a distance.
Chapter completed!