You! Come Here!

You! Come here—— Li Xiaoyao, who was on the third level of Qi Refining, was blocked in the ruined temple by four casual cultivators. I haven't eaten for two days and I'm so hungry that my stomach cramps. The leader, Wang Hu, picked him up by the neck and ate meat buns in front of him. In a desperate situation, the bronze medal on his chest suddenly became hot. A sound of wanting to be beaten exploded in my head—— "The taunting system has been successfully bound. I will lend you my voice once, and you don't have to give it back." Li Xiaoyao took a breath. "You! Come here!" Wang Hu knelt down on the spot, smashing the stone bricks with his knees and rolling the buns all over the floor. Later he found out that this golden finger that could make people yell and kneel was sealed into the bronze medal by his grandfather. Tianjianmen has been chasing his father for twenty years, for the Li family blood. My father was surrounded and killed by three golden elixirs in Luofengpo. Two of them knelt down before the knife was broken. And one that stood from start to finish. Twenty years later, at the entrance to the secret realm, stood the man's apprentice. "Where your father smashed his knife, today it's your turn." Li Xiaoyao held the sword in his left hand, and the golden elixir sword marks on the blade were whining in the wind. "Then let him come." —— The low-level casual cultivators start the game and taunt the system to control the field. Father and son were destined to fall from Fengpo to the Netherworld Abyss. The knife has been broken, but no one has knelt down.