My wife is the reborn boss

Wu Qiong held a sword flower: "No, I am Jordan, Michael's Jordan."

Not DeAndre's Jordan.

Embiid: "???"

What is he saying?Why can't I understand?

He exclaimed in admiration: "Warriors are indeed the first-class gods in the grasslands. This god is willing to give up the position of the god of Philadelphia!"

He was a god four years ago, but in order to hide his strength and bide his time, he has endured it for three years, and he doesn't mind continuing to endure it.

Besides, he is very happy to exchange a newly promoted lower god for a master who is close to the upper god.

It doesn't matter if you want to be inferior to others, you just have to endure it.

"Brother! Don't be stupid! He didn't come here to vote for fame or find fault! He's here to kill you and me!" Simmons next to him calmly transmitted his voice.

Embiid suddenly looked up.

Sure enough, Jordan had a smirk that was fake at first glance.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

He came to kill.

Embiid remained silent and made a bold move!

Simmons next to him had a tacit understanding, and the drill pierced out at the same time, even spinning.

Embiid is from Okinawa, and he is passionate.

So his word is fire.

Simmons followed in the footsteps of his ancestors, he yearned for the sky.

So his way is the wind.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire takes advantage of the wind. The two move together, just like Kato, the golden finger, meets the girl.

Like a fish.

Get water.

It was as if the whole world stopped.

The wind no longer howls, the fire no longer burns.

Even the clouds in the sky are no longer floating.

The power of this alliance has reached a realm that they have never reached in their lives.

Then, the two of them saw sword energy in their eyes.

Countless gorgeous sword energy.

They were swallowed by the sword energy.

Not even scum left.

Wu Qiong's "years" returned to the sheath, and his eyes swept around.

bang bang bang!

There was a loud sound of weapons falling to the ground.

The patriarch of the Philadelphia tribe took the lead in kneeling and grabbing the ground with his head: "Welcome the new god!"

The people on the prairie are so simple, the old gods gave up and took refuge in the new gods.

No shame!

However, Wu Qiong smiled slightly, turned around and left chicly humming an unknown tune.

The patriarch behind him watched his extremely tall back, and ordered:

"Go, spread the deeds of Jordan God to all tribes! Say that he is a god who surpasses all gods, and punish all false gods who challenge his authority!"

Without the gods in my own tribe, I can't take revenge.

So he wants to provoke the hostility of other tribal gods towards Jordan!

It would be great if he could be killed.If you can't kill him, or even be killed by him...

Wouldn't that be better?

We can't just be unlucky for our Philadelphia tribe!

So, half a month later, all the tribes under Xiao Hua knew about it.

A god who came from nowhere killed three gods with two swords.

His name is Jordan!

He is a real god sent from heaven!

He will send divine punishment to punish those false gods who pretend to be gods!

Deep in the Thunder Tribe, in a pitch-black tent with no candles lit, a middle-aged man who looked like a tortoise suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes are as bright as stars, and his heart is as cold as frost.

"Jordan..." he murmured.

After losing to the Warrior Tribe, the traitor said that he went to find out the news, but he never returned after the traitor who joined the Warrior Tribe left.

He felt his frozen heart warm up again.

In the Fire Sword Tribe, Haden, the god of heaven, let go of the waists of two women who are average in appearance but with overdeveloped buttocks in his arms, and caressed the precious beard on his chin:

"Interesting, more and more interesting."

In the warrior tribe, the four gods didn't take it seriously after listening to the patriarch's report, and continued to drink and have fun.

In a slightly smaller tent a little further away.

A slender god took a sip of the bath water, his eyes full of murderous intent.

In the tribe of knights in the bitter cold north, a mature-looking god opened his eyes, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.