Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

Meng Ran kept his hands in his pockets without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.    

    

Qi Taiyi saw this and chuckled. His withered and cracked palm made a grabbing motion in the air, and Faang Qingchuan was immediately sucked into his palm.    

    

"Sect Chief, what are you going to do?!"    

    

Faang Qingchuan was incomparably frightened. A shadow of death loomed over his heart.    

    

Qi Taiyi's face was still filled with a kind smile. His five fingers exerted a slight force. Streams of Yin Qi separated from Faang Qingchuan's body and flowed into Qi Taiyi's body!    

    

Bang!    

    

Qi Taiyi swung his large palm and Faang Qingchuan was immediately thrown in front of Meng Ran.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Meng, I've already crippled this man's magic strength, he said. Whether you want to kill him or cut him into pieces is up to you. Are you satisfied, fellow Daoist?" Qi Taiyi's tone was extremely humble, as if he was a master teacher who rewarded and punished him.    

    

"My magic strength? My magic strength is gone!"    

    

Faang Qingchuan, who had lost his magic strength, was a complete and utter cripple. As he stooped down on the ground, he looked like a wild dog whose legs had been broken. He barked wildly at the crowd.    

    

"Why!? Sect Chief, you can't leave me behind!"    

    

Faang Qingchuan was really scared. He had personally experienced the beauty of the magic strength. That kind of miraculous power that could turn the rotten into the rotten caused him to be obsessed with it. And at this moment, this energy was taken away by the Sect Master that he respected the most. This was even more unbearable than killing Faang Qingchuan.    

    

"Sect Chief, I beg of you to return the magic strength to me. I beg of you." Faang Qingchuan crawled and crawled to Qi Taiyi's feet, crying and wailing.    

    

"Faang Qingchuan, don't blame me for not taking care of you. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking this Immortal Master Meng." Qi Taiyi said with a sigh.    

    

Faang Qingchuan suddenly raised his head. He crazily rushed in front of Meng Ran and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness.    

    

"Immortal Master Meng! I was wrong. Faang Qingchuan deserved to die! Faang Qingchuan had eyes but failed to recognize the immortal master. Please forgive me. "    

    

Meng Ran didn't pay any attention to this poor guy. The corner of his eye flashed across Qi Taiyi's body. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.    

    

Faang Qingchuan, whose forehead was bleeding, saw that Meng Ran didn't even look at him. He gritted his teeth and crawled in front of Fang Rubing. His hands, which were covered in blood, grabbed Fang Rubing's clothes tightly and begged for mercy.    

    

"Rubing, I am your uncle. Can you please beg Immortal Master Meng to spare me? He will definitely listen to you."    

    

Fang Rubing stared fixedly at this close relative who was kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were filled with monstrous hatred.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

A clear clapping sound was heard, it was actually Fang Rubing who personally slapped her big uncle!    

    

"You animal that is worse than a pig or dog! This slap is for Third Uncle!"    

    

"Pa!"    

    

Another slap was heard. Faang Qingchuan, who had lost his magic power to protect his body, was slapped by this young girl until his face became red and swollen.    

    

"This slap is for the sake of the people of the Fang family who were killed by you!"    

    

"Faang Qingchuan, you deserve to die!"    

    

He had witnessed the destruction of the Faang family and the death of those living beings. Fang Rubing, who was standing in front of her, started crying.    

    

However, even if she cut the person in front of her into a thousand pieces, she still wouldn't be able to save those innocent lives.    

    

"Fellow Daoist Meng, the culprit has already been executed. How about we let this matter go? If you are willing, I can invite you to be a disciple of the Extreme One Sect. I can give you ten million yuan a year. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"    

    

The white-haired Qi Taiyi bowed in a humble manner.    

    

If it was anyone else who didn't know him, they would definitely think that this was a kind old man who clearly distinguished rewards and punishments, who was humble and polite.    

    

However, what kind of person was this person in front of them? Meng Ran and Ning Feixuan were very perceptive, so how could they be fooled by him with just a few words?    

    

Meng Ran, who had his hands in his pockets, glanced at the Sect Chief of Extreme One Sect and said with a smile that was not a smile. "What if I don't?"