"You called me a bitch?"

The lone wolf asked sinisterly.

When he was a child, when he was still very weak, he was often called a dog because he was a fox.

At that time, even though he knew he could not win, he would still fight to the death with the opponent.

Over the years, as his talent for cultivation continued to be displayed before the world, no one dared to look down on him anymore, and wherever he went, there was awe.

Unexpectedly, Qi Hui called me a bastard again today.

This made Lone Wolf's temper flare up instantly.

It can be said that this sentence is what he fears, and no one can touch it.

Anyone who touches it will risk his life.

"So what if you are, aren't you just a piece of shit?"

Qi Hui sneered.

"I swore before that if anyone dared to call me a bitch, I would kill him. I won't stop until he dies. You can only blame your foul mouth. Now, I want to duel with you!"

As Lone Wolf finished speaking word by word, a sword appeared in his hand.

This sword is very ordinary, just a ninth-grade magic weapon.

There are many spiritual weapons in the continent today. Ninth-grade magic weapons are really no different from ordinary scrap iron and copper. They are everywhere in the streets and are not noticeable at all.

However, this sword was emitting a dark green color, which was a bit strange.

Qi Hui was stunned and also drew out a sword, but this sword was a fifth-grade spiritual weapon.

Qingfeng Island made a fortune recently because Qi Hui was the captain of the guard of Qi Shengtian, the second in command, and was also given a spiritual weapon, which is the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand.

With the blood-red Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand, Qi Hui's confidence increased.

"Duel with me? Do you have the capital? Haha."

He turned to Qi Shengtian and said, "Second Master, let me teach this ignorant and ignorant fellow a lesson!"

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