As soon as he finished speaking, many young people in the Une camp lost their composure.
Su Yu smiled upon hearing this.
I must say, this senior colleague is quite good at handling things.
He then turned his gaze to the group of senior brothers and sisters: "Did you all hear that?"
"I won't intervene if my peers fight later."
Wang Wei and the others opened their eyes and glared at him fiercely.
That bastard, trying to find a way to add a generational mark to himself, huh?
Upon hearing this, Wu Qing glanced at the Chinese Martial King with great interest.
This young man seemed extremely confident.
"King Wu of China, how should we phrase our intentions if we want to take action?"
A man in black stood out from the crowd and shouted.
The phrase "King Wu of China" carried a hint of mockery in the tone.
Su Yu's gaze swept over.
Not bad, an eighth-grade, second-level forged golden body, good for practicing.
A harmless smile appeared on his face.
The boy laughed and said, "It's simple, just beat me."
"Or, beat up this old man."
"However, my suggestion is to challenge me, after all, I am only an ordinary sixth-grade cultivator."
"This uncle has already reached the fifth level of the eighth grade of the Golden Body."
"You can't beat them."
The words fell.
There was no shock to the audience as expected.
Some people even burst into laughter and made fun of it.
"Hahahaha, as expected of the Martial King of China, interesting, interesting."
"But if we bully you, your elders in China won't take action, will they?"
Su Yu's smile was harmless.
The group of prodigies from China scanned the Wu Nie group with their eyes, and began to choose their opponents ahead of time.
As for those independent cultivators...
Isn't there a junior brother who's practically floating up to the sky?
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