"Hmph, you are not worthy of knowing. I'll look for him, and the innocent people will go!" Wang An's expression sterned, and a powerful spiritual sense directly enveloped Wu Yuan.

"Rareless, Master Wu is not just something you can move?" The gray-haired monk found that Wang An had never looked at him from beginning to end, and immediately felt a great insult.

“Buzz!”

I saw him slap the storage bag on his waist and a low-grade spiritual weapon appeared in his hand. It was a narrow and long scimitar, full of cold light and powerful spiritual energy.

"You want to attack me?" Wang An turned around slowly and stared at the other party with cold eyes.

The man felt as if he was facing a terrifying existence, and a cold chill soaked his whole body.

"go!"

He took a breath, muttering something in his mouth, pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and the spiritual weapon in his hand burst out with bright light, and the raging sword winds slashed directly towards Wang An.

"It's overestimating your ability to be a chariot when you're armed with a mantis arm!" Faced with the powerful attack coming onwards, Wang An calmed down and didn't blink for a moment.

"boom!"

With a thought, a powerful aura that looked like a golden elixir monk appeared. Wang An clenched his palm and punched out. The terrifying power surged within three feet, and the whistling wind made people shudder.

"Click!"

The moment the terrifying power contacted the spiritual weapon, with a crack, the spiritual energy dissipated, and the next-grade spiritual weapon actually flew backwards, and dense cracks were cracked on it. The spiritual energy was dim, and a spiritual weapon was destroyed like this.

The fist wind did not subtract and directly hit the opponent's chest, immediately concave, and flew backwards and fell on the table. The table instantly split into pieces, showing the terrifying power.

"Puff...you...you are a Jindan monk!" The gray-haired monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered up, and looked at Wang An with fear.

At this time, he took out a talisman, urging his spiritual energy, and shot it outward.

"Boy, now you can say, why do you have to buy that house?" Wang An ignored him and said to Wu Yuan instead.

"No, you can't touch me. My father is a deacon of Ice and Snow City and also the ancestor of Jindan. If you dare to touch me, I will definitely not be able to leave Ice and Snow City." Wu Yuan's face looked like earth, his whole body trembled. As Wang An walked closer, a sense of fear filled his heart.

"Bang!"

"Do you say it or not?" Wang An slapped him and directly made him bruised and swollen.

"Ahhhh, you are looking for death, you are determined to die, you are determined to die!" A second-generation ancestor who was full of Wuyuan suddenly burst into tears at this moment, pointing at Wang An and cursing.

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

He slapped him several times and kicked him away.

"You still haven't figured out what's going on now?" Wang An looked at Wu Yuan coldly and stepped on the other party's head.

The Gray Eagle and the monk retreated to the corner with fear at this moment, not daring to stop him at all.

"Ahh, you actually stepped on me? You're done, my Wu family will destroy your ancestors for eighteen generations." Wu Yuan was still struggling under Wang An's feet.

Wang An frowned, and a light of inspiration entered Wu Yuan's body.

"Ahhh...it hurts so much! Help!"

"It's so itchy, ahh..."

The spiritual energy flowed in Wu Yuan's body. The next moment, he was jumping all over the room, with blue veins on his face exposed, and he kept scratching his whole body, his clothes were torn, his whole body was covered with terrifying scratches and blood stains.

I saw his eyes wide open and his mouth was roaring like a beast.

"Hehe, are you willing to say it now?" Wang An put away a trace of spiritual energy and asked coldly.

Wu Yuan was lying on the ground exhausted, with his nose and tears, his whole body trembling, and his eyes filled with fear.

"Say, I said...this...all this is Mr. Yuwen's idea. He came to discuss with my father that he wanted to make Xiao Yancheng homeless and live on the streets. The more embarrassed he was, the better. But he ordered not to move. I did not order his subordinates to move." Wu Yuan's face looked aggrieved.

"Who is Mr. Yuwen?" Wang An's expression suddenly changed.

"Young Master Yuwen is an immortal master in the Ice God Sect, and his identity seems to be very unusual..." When he said of the other party, Wu Yuan's eyes were vaguely filled with uneasiness.

"Hmph, you shouldn't let your subordinates hurt my grandfather!" Wang An's eyes were cold, and a light of inspiration shot towards the other party again.

"Boom! Bold maniac, don't hurt my son."

At this time, an intelligent light shot from outside, directly blocking Wang An's attack. A long time ago, an old man who was somewhat similar to Wu Yuan was shot.

This person was Wu Yuan's father Wu Sheng. Seeing Wu Yuan's scars all over his body, a powerful murderous aura suddenly surged in his eyes, and his body flashed in front of Wu Yuan.

"Who are you? You dare to hurt my son and seek death!"

After a disagreement, Wu Sheng grabbed the void and a terrifying spiritual energy surged towards Wang An.

"Haha, do you want to tear it down here?" Wang An's face remained unchanged, and he punched it out, and the spiritual energy dissipated directly. The terrifying spiritual energy swept around, and the tables and chairs in the room were directly shattered.

"Hey, no, your aura is your only twelve foundation-building level?" The next moment, Wu Sheng seemed to see an incredible expression and stared at Wang An in amazement.

"Why should you be angry with fellow Taoists? As a cultivator, I instigated my descendants to beat my family. I will punish you a little bit, what's wrong?" Wang An looked at Wu Sheng calmly and said coldly.

"Hmph, since you don't want to say it, then follow me to go back to the city lord's mansion." Seeing Wang An answering something wrong, Wu Sheng instantly threw away the only look of fear in his heart, and a powerful spiritual pressure swept towards Wang An.

"This is not a place for fighting, let's go outside the city!"

Wang An did not want to hurt the innocent people in the city. He moved his body and galloped outward.

...

"Hahaha, the martial arts fellows are chasing me?" Wang An looked at Wu Sheng with a gray look on his face and couldn't help but tease him.

"Hmph, little foundation-building monk, today I will definitely teach you how to be a good person!"

Wu Sheng slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a shield with a flashing light appeared in his hand, and then he opened his mouth and a fiery red flag shot out from his mouth.

The flag is only three inches in size. As soon as it appears, it absorbs the spiritual energy in the air crazily, and the terrifying color of flames is everywhere.

"scold!"

Wu Sheng shouted lightly, and the flame flag moved slightly, and appeared above Wang An's head the next moment. The spirit roared, the flames jumped, and he crushed Wang An with a powerful spiritual pressure.
Chapter completed!