Urban Madness

A few days ago, Liu Yu's strength was still in its infancy, so how long has it been since he has reached the peak of the Golden Core.

Rao was Ye Fan, who was going smoothly on the road of cultivation, and had to marvel at this speed of cultivation.

"After that incident some time ago, my strength has been greatly improved in a short period of time, so I want to try it."

Ye Fan felt the breath of Feng Bo Feilian on the stage, and found that this person's strength was in the middle stage of Yuan Ying.

Although the strength of the two is only three stages apart, each level is a hurdle.

Liu Yu at the pinnacle of Jin Dan wants to deal with Feng Bo Feilian in the middle of Yuan Ying, but it is still very dangerous.

"Okay, it's a good thing for young people to have an adventurous spirit. I'll take the charge for you. Go up. If you lose, I will bear it!"

Di Jiang waved his hand and approved this matter.

As soon as Liu Yu came on stage, many cultivators in the Guangming Pavilion drew discussions.

"This kid's strength is not at the peak of the Golden Core, how did he have the courage to go up?"

"That's it, I am not afraid of losing!"

Di Jiang's face changed color instantly, he turned around and looked at the Illuminati monks watching the battle in front of him.

"I'm so embarrassed to laugh at him? Think about what you did just now! But an Intermediate Nascent Soul has scared you all to cringe and dare not even go on the court. There is not as much courage as a child!"

Those monks conscientiously closed their mouths, and no longer annoyed Dijiang.

"I tell you, if you lose, then you will be punished for Liu Yu! But if you win, thank you Liu Yu!"

Di Jiang said coldly.

Having said that, he turned around and continued to watch the game on stage, and the monks he had just trained were like quail.

Looking at the immature human monk who was standing across from him, Feng Bo Feilian let out a frantic laugh.

"Are your Illuminati have no one? Just send such a nasty little doll to compete with me!"

Liu Yu picked up the tip of the sword in his hand and pointed it at Bo Feng. He looked at Bo Feng coldly and said.

"It's enough for me to play against people like you!"

Feng Bo's face turned black.

"Don't be too arrogant, Little Wawa. Although it is very good for you to have this kind of cultivation at your age, it is still far behind the old man. If you behave and admit defeat, maybe the old man can leave you a whole body."

Feng Bo sneered.

Liu Yu also laughed.

"Then you mean, you killed me, I still want to thank you?"

"Hahaha, it's an honor for you to die under my wind!"

The old man laughed wildly and took out a delicate folding fan from his arms.

He opened the folding fan with a shriek, and slapped Liu Yu gently twice.

A gust of wind blew towards Liu Yu from the fan.

Standing still in the wind, he curled his lips and said loudly.

"Old man, you won't have this strength. With this strength, it will be difficult to kill me!"

In the face of Liu Yu's provocation, the old man became angry and increased his fan strength. For a time, flying sand and rocks flew all over the sky.

Liu Yu still stood still in the wind.

who is he? He is the reincarnation of the Yellow Emperor, and this Feng Bo is already an old friend to him.

If you can beat him once, you can beat him a second time. What's more, Feng Bo's age is not as powerful as before. As the emperor's reincarnation, Liu Yu, why would he be afraid of him?

"Old man, you are really choking when the wind blows!"

Liu Yu took out a bottle of water from Na Jie, rinsed his mouth, and washed off the sand on his face.