Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

Following the shadows of the men in suits and leather shoes, they walked into Delicate East Residence Villa. Soong Anqi, who was crying in Fang Rubing's arms, also quickly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and raised her head in doubt as she asked.    

But just as her voice fell, two figures that Soong Anqi still remembered clearly appeared in front of her eyes once again!    

She saw Mrs. Mu Yuan, who was wearing a high-level professional dress, pushing a brand new wheelchair and entering Soong Anqi and Fang Rubing's line of sight.    

"Mu Yuan!? Mu Yuanhao? How dare you! Who allowed you to enter the villa!"    

Fang Rubing, who smelled a trace of conspiracy, immediately stood up.    

Ever since she started cultivating the Frost Godly Formula, Fang Rubing's aura had become colder and colder, like a snow lotus on a mountain. It made people stay away from her and not dare to blaspheme her.    

Especially now that Fang Rubing was wearing a snow-white silk Exercise Suit, she looked like an ancient chivalrous woman with a heroic bearing.    

The angry words made Mu Yuan and her son stop in their tracks and a trace of fear appeared on their faces.    

Fang Rubing's identity as Immortal Master Meng's direct disciple had already spread across the Jiangbei a long time ago.    

At this moment, she was facing Fang Rubing and her son. It was as if she had seen the shocking scene of Meng Ran displaying his mighty power in the Fog Hidden Villa and crippling Mu Yuanhao with a single finger.    

To Mu Yuan and her son, Meng Ran was the nightmare of their lives.    

If Wan Zhibin and Pei Jun hadn't found them last night and told them about Meng Ran's death, they wouldn't have dared to come to Xiufeng Mountain even if they had ten thousand guts.    

Seeing Fang Rubing's aggressive attitude, Pei Jun and Wan Zhibin looked at each other silently. Although they had heard the news of Meng Ran's death from Sun Tongxuan, they had seen Meng Ran's divine ability with their own eyes. They knew very well how terrifying this Jiangbei Immortal Master Meng was.    

If the news about Sun Tongxuan was wrong, they were afraid that the ones who would die without a proper burial ground would be these formidable big shots of Jiangbei.    

However, he saw Wan Zhibin put on a mediator look and advised with a smile, "Miss Bing Fan, Mu Yuan and her son are both personally here by me. I hope that Miss Bing Fan will give this Wan some face."    

When he said this, the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.    

"You called them here? Wan Zhibin, master has already cut off all relations with Mu Family. You should know this, right?"    

Fang Rubing, who was as cold as a snow lotus, retorted mercilessly. She did not show any mercy to Wan Zhibin, the spokesperson of Immortal Master Meng.    

After being questioned by a twenty-year-old girl in front of these formidable big shots in Jiangbei, Wan Zhibin's face instantly turned cold.    

After the incident in Fog Hidden Villa, Wan Zhibin had become Immortal Master Meng's spokesperson in Jiangbei. He had even secretly integrated the underground forces of Jiangbei. With so much power in his hands, his desire for power had become bigger and bigger.    

It was to the point where he didn't put the Mu Family Of Jiangbei Province and Pei Jun in his eyes.    

If Meng Ran was here, he might give Fang Rubing some face.    

But now that Meng Ran had fallen, it was almost a foregone conclusion. How could Wan Zhibin put Fang Rubing in his eyes again?    

The richest man in the Jiangzhou, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, took out an imported cigar from his pocket. He leisurely tapped it on the cigar and spat it out without any restraint. Then, he looked at Fang Rubing and said with a smile that was not a smile.    

"Little girl, let's not talk about this openly. Since Meng Ran is already dead, this Xiufeng Mountain should have a new owner, right?"    

After saying that, the entire living room instantly became dead silent.    

The only thing that everyone could hear was Fang Rubing's increasingly rapid breathing.    

Under the pairs of sneering eyes, Fang Rubing, whose chest rose and fell due to anger, gritted her teeth so hard that cracking sounds could be heard. She stared at that face full of ridicule and said word by word,    

"Wan Zhibin! What do you mean by this!?"