Chapter 936 Just because My Fist Is Stronger than Yours

The disciples following Wang Changning are generally older than the disciples on the Dixuanmen side.

Wang Changning walked down the steps slowly, with a mocking look on his face, and said to Qi Zhi: "Junior Brother Qi, are you running Xuanmen into a nursery? When will the entry threshold for our Xuanmen be It has become so low, can any cat or dog come in now?"

Wang Changning spoke very harshly, and the disciples present immediately showed angry looks on their faces after hearing this. They clenched their fists and glared angrily at Wang Changning, wanting to curse him back.

However, Xuanmen attaches great importance to the order of respect and inferiority. As juniors, they cannot do anything disrespectful to Wang Changning.

Qi Zhi stood next to Yan Tao and said in a cold voice: "At least these disciples are on the Xuanmen roster with the approval of the ancestor.

No matter how superb the Taoist skills are, these people you brought back are not members of my Xuanmen.

Please also leave Xuanmen. "

There was a slightly surprised look in Wang Changning's eyes, as if he didn't expect that this junior brother who had been suppressed by him like a lost dog in the past would have the courage to talk back to him.

Wang Changning glanced at the young man sitting on the wicker chair, and a look of fear flashed across his eyes. He had fought Yan Tao several times and was defeated repeatedly. The last time he even went to the hospital and almost died.

This young man's methods are too weird, so weird that it's scary.

Wang Changning was about to say something when he suddenly saw the young man standing up lazily. There was a hint of coldness on his handsome and demonic face, and his peach blossom eyes were like a cold pool.

She glanced at him half-smilingly and scolded him coldly: "It's really noisy."

Wang Changning felt that the young man was looking at something dirty that was not worthy of being on the table. He gritted his teeth fiercely.

Since the master left, he has been making waves in the metaphysical world for more than ten years, and almost no one can compare with him.

Although he still has not obtained the position of Xuanmen Sect Master, his words are extremely powerful.

Wang Changning sneered and walked towards Xuanmen. He said in a cold voice: "They are not disciples of Xuanmen, but I am."

"Arrange a room for me." Wang Changning ordered Qi Zhi in a commanding tone.

Qi Zhi frowned. Wang Changning said this and he couldn't refuse.

The disciples all showed reluctant expressions, but before Wang Changning showed a proud look, the young man on the wicker chair turned his head lazily and chuckled: "Did I allow you to live here?"

Wang Changning faced him tit for tat, his eyes as sharp as knives: "What qualifications do you have to make this decision?"

Young Master Yan smiled coldly, stood up slowly, waved his white hands, and clenched his fists lightly under Wang Changning's gaze.

"Just because my fist is heavier than yours, you'd better get out of here before I get angry, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel."

There was a hint of coldness in Young Master Yan's eyes. He glanced at the top of Wang Changning's slightly sparse hair and said with a smile: "Isn't it good to feel electric shock all over your body? Seeing that you only have a few hairs left." For your sake, I won’t care about you."

There was a clear sarcasm in the young man's words, and the Xuanmen disciples who heard it couldn't help but burst out laughing.