I'm 16 years old, what's wrong with my combat power exceeding 100 million?

"What?"

In the hall, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

Feng Wuchang, the leader of the Tiansha Sect, stood at the entrance, and in the center of the hall, there was a round table full of ingredients.

In the middle of the round table stood a huge copper stove pot, with the charcoal inside burning red.

The soup in the pot was boiling and emitting bursts of heat.

The red soup has an attractive color, which will increase your appetite at a glance.

Benwei, Li Qing, Zhang Han, Gao Qiang, and Li Tianhao were gathered around the hot pot. Li Qinggang picked up a plate of mutton rolls and prepared to cook them.

I heard a strange laugh from behind, and a strange old man yelled something and was the first to rush in.

Five eyes collided together, and the five people stared at each other.

Feng Wuchang was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, his face darkened, and he spoke in a sinister tone.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Han also came to his senses and shouted in a bad tone.

"Who the hell are you? Didn't you see that you were eating? What are you yelling about?"

As he spoke, the light curtain at the entrance of the hall behind Feng Wuchang fluctuated, but the other two sect leaders and others rushed in one by one.

He was caught up in such a stunned moment. Feng Wuchang's old face twitched and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The opportunity that was finally obtained was wasted.

But when other people came in and saw the five people cooking hot pot in the hall, they all had the same expression as Feng Wuchang.

What the hell is going on?

They went through great hardships and suffered numerous casualties before they got here.

These five guys who came out of nowhere are already eating here?

Do you think this is your own fucking home?

These people don't look like antiques who have lived in the Qianlong Secret Realm for tens of thousands of years.

But the table is all set, doesn't it mean that they have arrived a long time ago?

Then the chance inheritance here...

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Benwei and the five men with increasingly unkind eyes.

But among the three major sects, only Ziyun Palace had a few eyes full of shock.

It was the great elder of Ziyun Palace and the two female disciples behind him.

It’s just other people, how could they not recognize it?

Aren't the five people cooking hot pot the same great man from Crescent City who nailed Li Duanyun to death with a pair of chopsticks, and a few people around him?

Aren't they still in Crescent City?

Why did he appear in the secret realm of Qianlong and cook hot pot in the blink of an eye?

The great elder was horrified, feeling that there was something more mysterious about this seemingly ordinary man.

But they know Benwei, and others don't.

Feng Wuchang, in particular, worked hard to seize the opportunity and enter the Holy Mountain Hall first.

These few actually got ahead of him?

Why?

It should be said that he is also a cunning and cunning person with a deep knowledge of the city.

In order to be the first to go up the mountain, he even risked serious injury and was slapped twice by Liu Yunyan.

Of course you won't judge a book by its cover.

But none of the five people in front of them had very strong auras.

Except for the mediocre young man sitting in the upper seat, who had no breath at all, he could see through the cultivation of the other four people at a glance.

He is nothing more than an earthly immortal.

And it seems that the breakthrough has just happened not long ago.

And although Benwei couldn't see through it for a while, how could he be a strong man if he could hang out with a few earthly immortals?

Even this kind of rubbish can get in my face and steal my position in the Tiansha Sect?

When had I, Feng Wuchang, ever been so angry?

Damn it, I can't stand it!

Feng Wuchang took a step forward, his voice as dark as ice.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Behind her, Liu Yunyan was also very angry. How could her thoughts be any different from Feng Wuchang's?

After going all the way up the mountain, someone has already cut off the beard in front of me. How can I bear this?

Liu Yunyan's pretty face turned red with anger under her veil. She was about to speak out, but she felt someone behind her secretly pulling her.

Turning around, I saw the great elder of my family approaching with a strange look on his face to convey the message.

"Sect Master, please don't speak."

Liu Yunyan was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

"What, Great Elder, do you know these people?"

The Great Elder slowly shook his head: "This is not the place to talk. We will talk about it later. Sect Master, listen to me. These people cannot be offended."

"Let's not interfere, just wait and see what happens."

Liu Yunyan's heart trembled, she knew that the Great Elder was definitely not someone who would talk freely.

Now that I have said that, there must be a reason.

Therefore, he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded, frowned, and retreated behind everyone with the disciples of Ziyun Palace.

In the other two sects, everyone's attention was entirely focused on the five men, Jian Benwei, and they did not notice the movements of the people in Ziyun Palace at all.

Feng Wuchang and the other five people had no intention of criticizing him, and their anger surged even more.

"You are rude! How dare you ignore me? Who allowed you to come in?"

The leader of the Five Elements Sword Sect on the side couldn't help it either.

He was originally the most cultivated among the three, but at this time his face was as cold as ice and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Who are these people? I am the leader of the Five Elements Sword Sect, Zhou Changqing. This is the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm jointly managed by our three sects. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to come here uninvited and be so rude, right?"

Benwei, who was busy making vermicelli, replied impatiently.

"Two old guys, what are you trying to do? This is your home? I can come in if I want."

Then he turned to ask Li Qing.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

Li Qing stuffed his mouth with mutton rolls and replied vaguely: "I don't know, brother, maybe his brain is sick."

Feng Wuchang finally couldn't bear it anymore, the wrinkles on his old face were trembling with anger.

In his opinion, just a few garbage from the fairyland can be easily crushed to death. How dare they be so arrogant?

"A few little beasts dare to talk to me like this. I will make you regret being born in this world!"

Feng Wuchang shouted lowly and struck out with a palm.

The dark evil aura swept out. This was the most evil evil from his Tiansha Sect. It was so terrifying that all living beings would die if it came into contact with it. Even if the golden immortal was entangled, his bones would be destroyed and his soul would be destroyed.

The sound of this palm shot was so shocking that the earth shook and the disciples of the three sects all changed their colors.

However, the next moment, Benwei slapped him impatiently, as if to shoo away flies.

"Fuck you, can you afford to pay for knocking over my hot pot?"

At the moment he waved his hand, an indescribable terrifying storm swept out, blowing the evil energy directly back, turning into an extremely wild hurricane turbulence.

Before Feng Wuchang could react, he was swept up without any resistance. Under the hurricane, he hit the left side of the main hall door, causing the wall to collapse.

Castration has not diminished at all.

The ferocious hurricane was like a roaring black dragon with fangs and claws, rushing across the sky in an instant. Wherever it went, the clouds were directly washed away, and the space was distorted by the tyrannical force.

And Feng Wuchang's figure was submerged in the hurricane, flying straight over the entire secret realm, passing tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.