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The fatty had eaten to his heart's content. He had always felt that there was nothing wrong in the mortal world. It was only when he came down from there that he realized that the mortal world's delicacies were not worse than the Immortal Cultivation World's.

Of course, what he said was the taste. If it was other stuff, it would naturally be worse than it, but it was rare for the fatty to be able to eat so much. The fatty patted his own stomach, walked up, and said to Lu Ming, "Both of you watch them.

As he spoke, he burped.

The fellow opposite him took a look and a chubby man walked out. Damn, this guy's body is as thick as a cylinder but not as tall. Even if he fell, he would be stuck in the well.

"Oh wow, someone is sending himself to his death." The man said with a sneer.

The fatty stood on the spot and kept burping, not paying any attention to him. Seeing that his words were like air, the man's face slowly became gloomy.

"Very good, very good. I'm afraid you don't know that you're provoking someone you can't afford to offend."

Hearing this, Lu Ming couldn't help but pat his head. My god, no wonder why he dared to bully people after cultivating just a little bit of Spirit Qi.

Today, he just ate too much. He walked a little bit, so he wasn't that slow. When he saw the man in front of him, the fatty's face had already been squeezed so tight that his eyes could no longer be seen. When he spoke, the flesh on his face trembled, instead giving off a cute feeling, and he said, "Who are you? My Lord Fatty does not accept nameless ghosts under his hands. "

"Fine, that's good enough. Since you want to die, then I'll let you know right now. This young master will not change his name, but will not change it to Song Zhiqiang."

A group of men in black followed behind him. When they heard this, they couldn't help but clap in unison. This man's face was filled with boasting and pride.

At this moment, the fatty suddenly took a deep breath and his entire body had become a full circle fatter. All of a sudden, Song Zhiqiang felt as if a giant beast was standing in front of him.

The round and seemingly cute fatty had already disappeared. In front of him was an unparalleled giant, with ferocious fangs and a huge body, as well as a huge armor, and a huge weapon in his hand. This scene terrified him to the point where he couldn't say a word.

This guy really had just cultivated a little bit of spiritual qi, and had left the sect after not being able to endure the hardships of the sect. But after leaving the sect, he discovered that although he was the lowest existence in the sect, he was still much stronger than many people in the mortal world. Even those extremely tall and sturdy men could only take a few moves from him.

It had to be said that the spiritual energy was extremely useful to the human body, but it actually possessed a very powerful attack method. Although he only had a tiny bit of spiritual energy on him, it was enough for mortals.

However, when meeting a martial arts genius like Fatty, he was definitely not enough. In reality, Fatty did not use any techniques at all; it was completely suppressed by the spiritual energy.

Song Zhiqiang felt a sense of oppression that could only be felt by an elder when he was in a sect. He sat down on the ground, no longer having that tyrannical and complacent feeling he had earlier.

His entire face was pale as a sheet, and his body was trembling uncontrollably. Soon after, the stench of urine wafted through the air. This fellow had actually peed himself out of fear.

The fatty immediately retracted his aura. The people standing behind Song Zhiqiang did not have any spiritual energy on them, nor did he see any sign of this happening. He found it extremely strange that his bosses had suddenly turned into this kind of appearance; in their eyes, his boss was an omnipotent immortal, but now, he had turned into a pile of mud.

"Who the hell are you people? "How is this possible, this is impossible!" Song Zhiqiang repeatedly retreated as if he had lost his soul. As he sat on the ground, a wet imprint flowed out of his body.

Lan Ying could not help but cover her nose in disgust. The fatty was also hiding behind her.

However, Lu Ming was extremely sensitive to something. With a single step, he stepped forward and with a sword, he was like an extremely agile little elf, he flew up and down on his body.

The group of men who came with Song Zhiqiang also saw this scene and could not help but turn pale with fright. Good heavens, this was an immortal just like their boss, and judging from their strength, they were many times stronger than their boss. These people were so scared that they were almost shitting their pants.

Lu Ming kept his lifeless sword and walked in front of Song Zhiqiang and grabbed onto the ring on his hand.

"You can't take it. This is me." Although Song Zhiqiang was extremely scared, he never would have thought that Lu Ming would actually take away her ring. He probably had the courage to say something, but when he saw the murderous look in Lu Ming's eyes, he immediately swallowed his words back.

"Lan Ying."

"What's wrong?"

"Erase all the memories of this hotel's owner, including this guy."

Lan Ying nodded, then immediately followed with a light wave of his hand, causing countless stars to appear. If they were in everyone's mind, then following that, all of these memories would disappear, including those that escaped just now, all of them would disappear.

Inside Lu Ming's house.

In Lu Ming's bedroom, the three of them circled around the ring, and kept looking at it carefully.

"What the hell is going on? Where does this feeling come from? " Lu Ming kept looking at the ring, his heart starting to race. He had this nagging feeling that there was something special about the ring, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"I have the same feeling as you, but we've already analysed this ring for so long and there are no clues at all. I'm afraid this ring is not something we and you can see through. Why don't we bring it back to the academy and have the elders analyze it for us?"

This sentence reminded Lu Ming. His eyes flashed, and in his mind, there was an old fellow, but he could not reveal it in front of them. He could only helplessly say, "Alright then."