This will take a while.
Everyone else in the entire auction had unconsciously left a large open space for Lao Han and the others.
Qin Penglai's men dragged all the fainted gunmen aside.
Xia He and some bidders also shrank into a corner with fear.
Concubine Chu stared at Lao Han and others in the middle of the venue with great interest, as if they were watching a show.
Qinglong's eyes kept falling on the Thousand Machine Box in Bone Scraper's arms.
He was going to take the opportunity to snatch the Thousand Machine Box.
Xuanwu quietly came to Liu Lang's side and lowered his voice: "Lord Death, today's situation seems not to be easy to handle!"
Liu Lang was not in a hurry to take action, but glanced at Xuanwu, and then turned his eyes to Laohan and the others: "Just wait and see what happens!"
He felt that the person who killed Shen Shuwan was at the scene.
Xuanwu added: "Those people are very capable, especially the Buddha. According to Longya's information, he is a well-known master."
"I didn't expect him to show up here today, and he seems to have a grudge against the heartthrob."
"I just discussed it with Qing Chong. We will take the opportunity to find a way to get the bone scraper and the thousand machine box in a while, and then leave here quickly."
"As for other people, we don't care if they want to play whatever they want."
These two are quite shrewd.
He knew clearly that he was no match for the heartthrob and the old ghost, so he picked on weaklings.
Liu Lang didn't expect much from Qinglong and Xuanwu.
At the level of a heartthrob and an old man, unless Long Cangqiong comes forward in person, no matter how many people come to Long Ya, it won't be enough.
Seeing Xuanwu still wearing a gas mask on his face, Liu Lang laughed dumbly: "You and Qinglong are quite clever."
"It must be done!" Xuanwu glanced at Ye Qiangwei and swallowed, feeling unspeakable envy.
Look at the God of Death.
There is never a shortage of women around.
Very beautiful.
Take another look at yourself.
Forget it, let’s not talk about it, it’s all bitter tears.
"Just do what you have to do! You are so dumb!" Liu Lang almost didn't let Xuanwu break his defense with just one sentence.
Xuanwu said in frustration: "God of Death, take care of yourself."
Turning around, he quietly leaned towards the bone scraper.
Liu Lang did not say a word, but glanced at Concubine Chu.
From beginning to end, the woman acted very calmly.
It seems that he is not surprised at all by the methods of the heartthrob and the old man.
interesting!
This woman seems to be more difficult to deal with than the Prince of Chu!
Liu Lang was thinking in his mind and looked at Ye Qingcheng again.
Ye Qingcheng was also very calm.
Although there were several people like Lao Han and Lao Gui between her and the heartthrob, her eyes never left the heartthrob, as if she was afraid that the heartthrob would run away.
The heartthrob has also been staring at Ye Qingcheng.
If looks could kill, these two women would have killed each other black and blue.
Liu Lang couldn't help but sigh, the strange old man was really quite charming.
Let so many beautiful women compete for him and be jealous.
"Soul-capturing!"
The old ghost's violent shout brought Liu Lang back from his thoughts.
The old ghost looked directly at Lao Han, but he did not pose any threat to Lao Han.
"How dare you show off your skills in front of me with such little skills?" Old Han sneered and slapped the old ghost with his palm.
Although the old ghost has become taller, his speed has not slowed down much.
Even more flexible than before.
Although he didn't avoid Lao Han's palm, he only took a few steps back and didn't look as embarrassed as before.
The other three ghost slaves did not hesitate and took out their weapons to attack Lao Han.
All of a sudden.
An iron chain was pulled towards Lao Han's back.
As if there were eyes on the back of his head, Lao Han turned his head to one side, grabbed the chain, and gently pulled it forward.
The iron chain and the ghost slave were dragged flying by the old man.
Lao Han shook the iron chain, wrapped it around the ghost slave's neck, pulled hard, and sent the ghost slave away on the spot.
It's too late, it's fast.
The sickle in the other ghost slave's hand has already been slashed towards Lao Han's chest.
Lao Han pulled the chain in his hand and the ghost slave's body toward the ghost slave wielding the sickle.
The ghost slave saw that the other party was approaching menacingly, so he had to dodge back.
The old ghost saw the opportunity and got close to the old man's back.
He punched Lao Han in the back of his neck.
If this punch were to hit hard, it would probably choke even an elephant!
At this time, the other two ghost slaves also attacked Lao Han from both sides.
"Great Sun Tathagata Palm!"
Lao Han slapped one of the ghost slaves with his left hand.
The ghost slave was instantly branded with a palm print on his chest, flew backwards, and died on the spot.
But Lao Han also received a punch on the back of his neck.
The old man staggered.
The old ghost looked overjoyed: "Buddha, I thought you were so powerful, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that!"
Lao Han grabbed the corpse of the ghost slave and threw it at the old ghost together with the iron chain.
The old ghost dodged quickly.
At the same time, both hands flew up.
Several talismans turned into talisman arrows from the old ghost's hand and shot towards Lao Han.
Lao Han did not dodge, but stamped his foot.
In front of him, an invisible barrier seemed to form, knocking those talisman arrows to the ground.
"What a trick!" Laohan also praised: "I didn't expect that I underestimated you!"
There was a whistling sound in my ears.
The last ghost slave also came to kill.
Lao Han turned his head to one side, reached over his shoulders with both hands, and grabbed it with his backhand.
An over-the-shoulder throw knocked the last ghost slave to the ground.
Then, he stepped on the opponent's head.
Blood spurts.
Kill the last ghost slave.
The old ghost's pupils shrank.
I didn't expect this old fool to be so violent.
Subconsciously he took two steps back.
The old ghost stared at the old man, feeling a little unsure.
The three ghost slaves were all dead. Although I tried my best, it was obviously impossible to kill a master like Lao Han.
"Heartbeat, this guy is a bit difficult to deal with, please help me." The old ghost shouted to Heartthrob for help.
The heartthrob chuckled: "Old ghost, you are indeed not as powerful as Ksitigarbha. In that case, let me help you once today."
Shake the whisk.
Countless flying needles were shot towards Lao Han.
"My heartthrob, don't you have any new moves?" Lao Han waved his hand and easily knocked down those flying needles.
The heartthrob twisted her waist and walked straight towards Lao Han, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was full of charm: "Buddha, back then, you fell in love with that woman, and you were driven down the mountain for violating the precepts. Unexpectedly, you did it with your own hands. Kill that woman, geez, doesn’t that feel exciting?”
"Millionaire, if it weren't for you, how could I have done anything to A-hua!" Lao Han's eyes instantly turned red, as if he was going crazy: "Million-dollar, today, I will definitely kill you to avenge A-hua! "
He abandoned the old ghost and rushed towards the heartthrob.
Lao Gui took this opportunity and punched Lao Han in the back.
Lao Han was unprepared this time and received a solid punch. His body staggered and he almost fell down.
"Damn flies!"
With a backhand slap, the old ghost flew away.
"Heartthrob, die!"
Lao Han roared angrily and struck the heartthrob with his palm.
But who could have imagined that the heartthrob knew how terrifying Lao Han’s Great Sun Tathagata Palm was, so he dodged it immediately.
Wave your wrist.
A flying insect got directly into Lao Han's mouth.
Lao Han slapped his palm in the air and shouted in a trembling voice: "You're trying to poison me?"
"Gee, how can I deal with you if I don't lay a poison?" Heartthrob snapped his fingers.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lao Han's forehead, and he fell to his knees with a plop, clutching his stomach.
"Despicable!" Lao Han snorted, cursed, and wanted to stand up.
However, Ye Qingcheng strode forward and stood in front of Laohan, looking at the heartthrob with a smile: "Do you want to taste the feeling of being bitten by a poisonous insect?"
As he spoke, he took out a green bamboo shoot about twenty centimeters from his bag.
