Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

No one expected such a sudden change to happen, and they could only watch Mu Shaoze turn into a pool of blood.

Wu Yan looked at Fu Qi with red eyes and shouted angrily, "Evil disciple, you are so vicious that you killed your fellow apprentice."

Fu Qi rolled his eyes when he heard his confusing words. "Old man, if you weren't so afraid of death and dodged, how could you have hurt your own disciple? Besides, the hidden weapon that hit your disciple was your magic weapon. If anyone is to blame for killing him, it must be you, the master."

Wuyan looks very young, but he is much older than Fuqi. Calling him old man is just to disgust him.

If he dares to put the blame on her, it depends on whether he has the ability to do so.

Wu Yan was deeply touched by Fu Qi's words. He did not want to admit that he was the reason for his apprentice's death.

"If you really still care about friendship, why would you use such a vicious weapon? You just want to silence him." Fu Qi continued to gloat.

The other disciples present saw the whole process, but they dared not say anything. After all, in the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, and in the eyes of the strong, they are nothing more than things whose life and death can be controlled at will.

Wu Yan wanted to avenge his disciple, so he rushed towards Fu Qi regardless of anything else and used the Guiyuan Fan again, not caring about anything else.

But this time he didn't have the ability to fight back at all. The brilliant sword energy of the big sword fell all on Wuyan, and he had to use all his strength just to dodge.

The sword wounds on his body increased, and he became more and more exhausted.

Bai Ling couldn't stop crying when she saw the miserable state of her master.

The remaining two brothers could only hold her back and prevent her from moving forward, fearing that she would be accidentally injured.

Fu Qi naturally wouldn't let them wait for long. Fu Qi kicked Wuyan, and Wuyan fell heavily to the ground, his white clothes stained with blood.

Then a palm fell and hit his dantian directly. Wuyan seemed to hear the sound of something breaking inside his body, but he didn't even have the ability to resist.

Realizing that his Dantian was destroyed, Wuyan's eyes turned red, "How dare you, evil creature?"

Fu Qi was too lazy to pay attention to him. After all, he could only talk now.

Whether you dare or not, you have done it, it's just a last-ditch struggle.

When Bai Ling and the others saw this scene, they didn't care about anything else and ran over to see if their master was okay.

Fu Qi found it ironic to see the deep affection between master and disciple.

However, these people are indeed a bit unpleasant to the eye. After all, they all have pig-like faces, which really does not move people.

Bai Ling looked at Fu Qi, the hatred in her eyes was undisguised, and she no longer looked as kind and lovely as she used to be.

"How can you treat our master like this? You, such a shameless person, will surely be struck by lightning." Bai Ling said viciously.

It’s just that Fu Qi considers himself a good person and believes that he wants to fulfill their master-disciple relationship.

"Whether I will be struck by lightning or not, God will verify it. But as for whether you will be struck by lightning, you will know immediately." Fu Qi showed a gloating expression.

Then he casually took out a stack of talisman paper and directly set up a thunder formation, and the thunder in the sky directly surrounded them and struck them. Fu Qi controlled the formation and would not let them be killed so easily.

Now it is just a minor punishment and a severe warning. Listening to the wailing of several people in the formation, Fu Qi was very satisfied.