The old immortal was often ridiculed by the ghosts in the iron rod. Now that he finally got the chance to take revenge, he couldn't miss it. But just as he was holding the old immortal in his hands with a proud look on his face, he heard a voice of dissuasion coming from beside him. .
After hearing this, the old immortal hesitated slightly, but he had no intention of putting the opera ghost down at all: "Young man Wu Fan, you don't have to persuade me, today I will let this opera ghost taste what the old immortal's fist feels like!"
But just when the old immortal was about to drop his fist, there was a heat wave hitting his head! This is not a dissuasive posture, it is clearly intended to kill the opera ghost and the old immortal together!
Only then did the old immortal realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled the opera ghost away, narrowly dodging the attack again and again.
"Private fights are prohibited in Vientiane Market, and those who disobey the order will be executed!"
The old immortal followed the sound and saw several figures of black-armored soldiers appearing where Wu Fan had just been standing. They had imprisoned Wu Fan and Feng Pouch with a light shield, making them unable to make any sound.
The leading man was wearing dark red armor and was dragging a flaming sword in his hand. It was obvious that this was the man who had just taken action!
Although the flaming sword sizzled in the man's palm, he was completely unaware of it and just looked at the old immortal with a cold expression on his face.
"Boy Wufan!" The old immortal noticed something strange, and his whole body suddenly became cold. "Where did you guys come from? Let them go quickly!"
"Those who condone private fighting will be punished!" The man in red armor said coldly without even blinking.
"Indulgent fart!" The old immortal pointed at the red-armored man's nose when he heard this and cursed, "You bastard, do your eyes grow up to your butt? What does this matter have to do with them? I advise you to let me go, otherwise Don’t blame me for being rude!”
"Anyone who speaks rude words will be killed! Anyone who threatens with words will be killed!" The man in red armor was not affected at all and just continued to chant.
"You bastards, Old Immortal, I'm in a bad mood, so I'm going to use you to vent my anger today!" After saying that, the Old Immortal threw away the trick in his hand and coldly snorted: "You are lucky today, I will come to you to settle accounts when I have time." !”
After saying that, he saw that the old immortal's body had grown a few times, and he raised his fist and hit the man in red armor!
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Wu Fan had been with Lao Xian for a long time, so he naturally knew the latter's character. Although this guy seemed reckless, he still knew how to be measured in his actions, so he was not in a hurry to stop him.
But while he was watching the show, several black shadows suddenly appeared beside him, surrounding him, so that before he could even utter a warning, he was imprisoned by a light barrier.
Although the light shield seemed breakable, Wu Fan tried his best and couldn't shake it even a little bit. Seeing that the old immortal was about to argue with these people, Wu Fan also became nervous.
"Feng Pocket, do you know what is going on? Who are they?"
Feng Pocket looked very ugly: "Brother Wufan, these black-armored soldiers are the guards of Vientiane Market..."
Just now, Feng Pocket saw the true appearance of the old immortal and the opera ghost for the first time. He just thought that the visitors were evil, and gave the warning just to avoid such trouble. It's just that it didn't expect that the misunderstanding of its own people would lead to such a result.
"Guards? Are they people from the Palace of Punishment?" Wu Fan's eyes lit up when he heard this, thinking that he and Qi Shu had interacted before, and if he mentioned this name, it might help save his life.
"If that's the case, it's easy to say... It's a pity that the Wanxiang Market here is its own space and is not under the jurisdiction of the Six Halls..." Feng Pocket shook his head after hearing this, his face full of sorrow.
"Then how can we explain it clearly?" The light in Wu Fan's eyes dissipated, and his expression became serious.
"Alas..." Feng Pocket sighed again: "Brother Wu Fan, look at the man in red armor over there. He is the executor of this Vientiane Market! To put it mildly, this is called fulfilling one's duties..." At this point, Feng Pocket paused for a moment, and when he saw that the attention of the black-armored soldiers was no longer on him, he lowered his voice and said, "To put it bluntly, this person is stubborn. As long as he appears, he will never end well..."
"So the best result now is to hope that the old immortal will not be impulsive and can persuade us nicely to let the executioner temporarily spare our lives, even if we are thrown into the dungeon! As long as the teacup ghost discovers that we have not returned for a long time, maybe There is still hope of escape..."
While the two were talking, they suddenly felt a shaking on the ground, and even the light shield imprisoning them was buzzing.
Wu Fan followed the sound and saw that the old immortal was completely glowing and had already punched the executor with his fist.
"Wind pocket..."
"Brother Wufan, please tell me..."
"Is there any room for explanation now?"
"Now... I can only wait to die..." Feng Pocket cried with a sad face, forcing out a smile that was even uglier than crying.
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The red-armored enforcer has held this position since the establishment of the Vientiane Market. Naturally, he has seen many people who make trouble, but most of them lose their temper when they know their identity. They passively take action because they want to avoid punishment! It was the first time for him to see the person in front of him who attacked him without saying a word, and he was quite surprised.
At the moment when the executor was stunned, the old immortal's huge fist had already arrived in front of him. Since it was no longer possible to dodge, the Executor placed the flaming sword behind his back and crossed his arms to prepare to receive the attack.
After all, the old immortal was once the overlord of a party, and he was famous for his physical strength. His punch was filled with billowing smoke, and compared to the thousands of troops and horses, it was only a neighing sound, and in the blink of an eye, the red-armored man was drowned. .
The opera ghost on the side was so shocked when he saw this situation that he secretly thought that if he was hit by such a punch, not even a hair would be left.
The actor took the opportunity to take a look at the situation nearby, and saw that the man in red armor had been attacked, but the soldiers in black armor seemed to have nothing happened, and remained indifferent, which was very strange.
"Those who resist the law with their own bodies, behead...immediately!" The dust and smoke slowly dispersed, and a red-armored figure gradually became clear.
The opera ghost turned around and saw that although the flaming sword had dragged a long mark on the ground in front of the red-armored man, there was not a single scratch on his body.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in red armor pulled out the long knife from the ground with his backhand, and struck at the old immortal again!
"Everything is majestic and cannot be violated!" The man in red armor shouted loudly, and then he saw that the light on the flaming sword became more than several times its original size.
This momentum was so powerful that it even gave everyone present the illusion that what was in front of them was not a shadow of a knife, but a giant flaming dragon falling from the sky!
Seeing this, the opera ghost's breathing froze. He suddenly understood that the man's action just now was just an exhortation, but now he was really serious!
"Old immortal! Run away!" The opera ghost hurriedly warned.
"It seems that the old immortal has been at ease for too long and his strength has declined. Otherwise, how could he not be able to hurt this person at all?" Although the old immortal's move just now was not at full strength, it was still used at 80%. But when he saw that the man opposite him was only knocked back a few steps, he felt a little shocked for a moment.
Although he heard the reminder from the opera ghost and saw the attack in front of him, the old immortal did not have any thoughts of avoiding it at this time. He gritted his teeth and said: "You block my punch, and I will block your knife. I want to see who it is." The bones are harder?"
After saying this, I saw the old immortal under the red dragon glowing with the same red light. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether it was the light reflection of the flaming sword or some kind of magical power exerted by the old immortal himself.
The flaming sword fell head-on, rolling up the dust and smoke that had not subsided again. They were like two waves, rushing towards both sides under the division of the red dragon!
"Ouch!" The actor was so blinded by the heat that he could only turn his back temporarily. But even so, it still felt as if it was in a steamer, and its mouth and nose were filled with hot air, which was very uncomfortable.
I don't know how long it took, but the heat wave finally subsided. The actor turned around hurriedly without even waiting for his breathing to stabilize.
"Old Immortal, you...are you okay?" Seeing that the old Immortal in the distance didn't even change his standing position, the actor couldn't believe it.
"Nonsense! How can you defeat the old immortal with this little ability? Mr. Huabu, you have seen how powerful the old immortal is today. I advise you to be more restrained when facing the old immortal in the future!" The old immortal frowned and didn't care when he heard this. road.
"..." Seeing the old immortal's attitude, the opera ghost was speechless for a while, but when it heard that the old immortal could say such words, it felt much more relaxed.
"Damn it! Old Immortal!" The opera ghost on Old Immortal's side didn't notice anything unusual, but Wu Fan, who was in the mask of light, noticed something strange. From his perspective, he could see that half of the old immortal's arm was already like charcoal, and he was afraid that it would turn into debris if blown by the wind.
"Red-skinned iron bump! This matter has nothing to do with them. I advise you to let them go, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" The old immortal was afraid of being seen as strange, so he pretended to be relaxed and shouted sternly.
The red-armored executor was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the person opposite was calling him, and he frowned: "Those who make provocations, behead them!"
The old immortal raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Red-skinned iron bump, you don't know how to repeat a few words! Let me ask you, this person! Are you going to let him go or not?"
"Those who condone violations of authority are guilty of the same crime and should be executed!" the executioner said.
"..." The old immortal was speechless for a while after hearing the words, "What a piece of iron! Since you didn't say anything, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The old immortal glanced at Wu Fan, forced a smile, and then withdrew it. His eyes and expression became serious.
"Little brother Wu Fan, what is the old immortal going to do?" Feng Pocket was swept away by the old immortal's gaze, and he felt sad, and he forced himself to ask.
"No! The old immortal wants to break through this place!" Although it was just a glance, but with the tacit understanding between the two for many years, Wu Fan immediately knew what the old immortal meant, and his heart also thumped.
"Break this place?" Feng Pocket was stunned, "Does the old immortal want to help us break the light shield?"
"Not only that..." Wu Fan clenched his fists, exposing his veins: "It wants to break open the space here..."
"Ah?" Feng Qiao took a breath when he heard this, "Break the space? This...how is this possible?"
Wu Fan did not take Feng Pocket's words, but said urgently: "Feng Pocket, think carefully about whether there is any way to break this light shield. If you don't stop the old immortal, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
Feng Qiu was also a little worried: "Little brother Wu Fan, this is not something that can be accomplished by thinking carefully! This light shield is completely natural, without any gaps. Unless the black-armored soldier takes the initiative to take it back, even if the master of the Sixth Hall arrives, , and you can’t break it open easily!”
Seeing the light on the withered old immortal's body getting stronger, Wu Fan suddenly heard the sound of blood dripping from his heart...
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