Looking at Huo Xingyuan's happy and content expression, Wan Lei was silent for a long time.

He still couldn't understand why someone would be infatuated with a person they might not even know to this extent.

How did this morbid, distorted admiration form?

Lei, the great male god who had never been a simp, couldn't figure it out.

However, he had already realized Fang Xiaoyu's terribleness.

Well, next time he sees her, he must be more vigilant and not be bewitched by this fox spirit, or he will also become a Xiaoyu Syndrome patient.

Too terrible.

Wan Lei packed up Huo Xingyuan's storage bag and picked up the treasure gourd. This time, his harvest was full.

He picked up the token and looked at it.

Remaining number of people: 300,520.

Number of defeats: 24.

Wan Lei put away the token and plunged into the thunderclouds, absorbing the lightning, replenishing the thunder power in his body, and recovering from his injuries.

At this time, Young Master Lei already knew that he was regarded as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh by the people of the Central Region, so he was not in a hurry to hurry on his way, but chose to hide here for two days.

First, it was to recover from his injuries, recharge his energy, and prepare for the upcoming war.

After all, the further you go, the stronger the people you meet, and although he is not afraid of anyone, he cannot withstand constant consumption.

Secondly, he doesn't know what to do now at all.

Could it be that he should go around looking for people to fight for some useless defeat numbers?

Two days passed, and Wan Lei's cultivation had almost recovered. The great formation in the distance had shrunk to the point where it was visible to the naked eye.

He then put away the thunderclouds and the great formation and flew north.

Wan Lei's route was relatively clear, just go north, it must be the central area.

He flew all the way, not very fast. During this period, he also encountered two or three waves of people, but those people immediately turned around and ran when they saw Wan Lei.

Now, Young Master Lei's reputation is very big.

He was besieged by twelve Central Region geniuses and survived, forcing the three patriarchs to personally come forward to change the rules for him, and then he counter-killed twelve people.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a record?

Before, Wan Lei's reputation was great, all thanks to Fang Xiaoyu provoking him in front of hundreds of thousands of people, so he was known by people.

Now his reputation is great, it is because of his own terrifying record.

He used practical actions to tell everyone that he, Wan Lei, was worthy of his reputation.

After flying for a day and a night, Wan Lei flew to a high mountain, stood on this high mountain, and planned to take a rest, and by the way, see if there were any ignorant people who came to provoke him, and send him storage bags and defeat numbers.

After looking around, he didn't find any ignorant people, but he saw someone fighting on the eastern horizon.

Anyway, he was idle, so he might as well go and watch the fun.

If the beaten side was willing to pay some money to help him, and the hitter was not strong, he would be happy to take action.

If the other party is very strong, such as the number one genius of the nine major forces, then he would have to weigh it and see if it is worth it to fight the other party hard at this time.

Wan Lei flew while thinking, and soon he could see the people fighting in the distance clearly.

The attacking side was four people, wearing the costumes of the Kaitian Sword Sect.

Their disciples' robes were easy to identify, with a large sword embroidered on the chest, very flamboyant.

The four surrounded one person, holding swords, forming a sword formation, surrounding that person with no way to escape, and constantly attacking, with extremely tacit cooperation.

The person being beaten was wearing a black robe and a hood on his head, facing away from Wan Lei, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Wan Lei randomly found a place and sat quietly watching the excitement, and also took the opportunity to observe the sword moves of the Kaitian Sword Sect.

At this time, the battle on the field was fierce, and the black-clothed man was holding a dark blue long knife, both offensive and defensive. Although he had fallen into a disadvantage, he was able to hold on.

Wan Lei watched and watched, and felt a little strange. He seemed to have seen the clothes worn by this black-clothed man somewhere, and he had a very kind feeling.

After thinking for a long time, Wan Lei slapped his forehead,

Isn't this the clothes that Qi Yao wore when she came to kill him twice when he first met Qi Yao?

So it's the uniform of the Punishers.

Thinking of this, the image of Qi Yao's alluring figure in that uniform appeared in Lei's mind...

Ahem, now is not the time to think about this, the knife in the black-clothed man's hand also looks a bit familiar.

Could it be...

Wan Lei's expression changed drastically, and he stood up with a bang.

It was also at this time that the black-clothed man was cut off the hat on his hood by an enemy sword, revealing his true appearance.

Wan Liuchuan!!!

Wan Lei didn't even think about it, and immediately killed him.

Young Master Lei's fighting style has always been to trap the opponent first, preventing them from escaping, and then attack.

So, a great formation was laid down towards the five people in the field.

The four members of the Kaitian Sword Sect were shocked when they saw this, and forced Wan Liuchuan away with a sword, and stood together.

They knew Wan Lei.

"Wan Lei, we didn't provoke you, are you going to be an enemy of my Kaitian Sword Sect?"

The leading youth of the Kaitian Sword Sect shouted coldly.

Wan Lei landed in the middle of Wan Liuchuan and the four people, and said with a smile,

"Look at what you said, this is a competition, it should be about fighting back and forth. I don't like you guys, I can't stand your ugly faces, can't I fight you?"

"Pfft... How did we offend you? You just don't like us! My Kaitian Sword Sect has always acted upright, how can we have ugly faces?

Wan Lei, if you want to fight, then fight, why do you have to humiliate us!"

"What a bright and upright person, four bullying one, I don't know if it's the tradition of your Kaitian Sword Sect, or if you people in the Central Region like to bully the few with the many. Anyway, I've encountered this kind of thing several times.

Just a few days ago, there were even twelve people who beat me together, tsk, really shameless, fortunately, they were all eliminated.

If you are really bright and upright, then fight him one by one, four against one, you are really embarrassed.

You have lost all the face of sword cultivators!"

"Wan Lei!"

The leader's face turned as purple as a pig's liver,

"Don't think that the geniuses of the Central Region are the same as the twelve wastes who fought you. I admit that if we fight one-on-one, we may not be your opponents, but if our Qingyun Four Swords join forces, even Jian Xuhuan may not be able to get any advantage from us."

"The Qingyun Four Bastards? How bastardly?"

"Hmph, who can be more bastardly than you Wan Lei, relying on women to increase your reputation, tsk, disgusting!

Fang Xiaoyu is the most beautiful pearl in my Central Region, you are also worthy of蹭 her..." (蹭 - ceng, to freeload/mooch)

"Okay, okay, okay, don't mention this name, my head hurts when I hear these three words now."

Young Master Lei was really bothered by these Xiaoyu Syndrome patients, and he didn't want to study why they were so obsessed with Fang Xiaoyu.

"How about this, I don't want to know your names either.

You are the boss of the four, so you are the Big Bastard, and you are the Second Bastard, Third Bastard, and Fourth Bastard.

Okay, let's start."