Lao Xianping is usually ridiculed by the drama in the iron rod. Now that he finally gets the opportunity to retaliate, how can he miss it, but when he was proudly lifted the old immortal in his hand, he heard a persuasion and disrupted from him from him.

Then, then

Hearing this, although Lao Xian was a little hesitant, he did not plan to let go of the drama: "You don't have to persuade me Wu Fan boy, today I will let this drama taste the fist of Laoxian!"

But at the moment Lao Xian was about to fall fists, there was a heat wave split! Where is the situation of dissuasion? It is clearly to kill the drama with the old immortal!

Only then did Lao Xian react to things wrong, hurriedly pulled the drama, and dangerous to avoid this attack.

"Ban private fighting in Vientiane City, the offenders cut off!"

Lao Xian followed the prestige, and I saw that there was just a few black armored soldiers who had just stood in Wufan. They had imprisoned Wu Fan and the wind pocket with a mask, and they couldn't make a little sound.

The man was dressed in a dark red armor, and he was dragging a flame knife on his hand. Obviously, the person was just shot!

Although this flame knife was loud in this person's palm, he was unaware, but he looked at the old immortal coldly with cold eyes. He was expressionless.

"Boy Wu Fan!" Old Xian noticed the abnormality, and his body was cold instantly. "Where did you come out?

"Alert the private fighting, be punishment!" The red armored man did not blink more, and said coldly.

"Alert a fart!" Lao Xian said to the man's nose at the red armor man, "Do you have the eyes on the buttocks? What does this matter have to do with them?

I am welcome to blame it! "

"The exit is not inferior, cut! Threat of words, cut!" The red armored man was not affected at all, but he continued to talk.

"Mix the book, I am in a bad mood, I will take you to vent the fire today!" Then, Lao Xian threw the drama in his hand, and hummed: "Today, you are lucky.

! ""

Saying, seeing Lao Xian's body a few times, he picked his fist and smashed on the red armored man!

Mowing

Wu Fan has been with Lao Xian for a long time, and naturally knows the latter's personality. Although this guy seems to be reckless, he will still pay attention to the shot, so he has not rushed to stop it.

But when he watched the show next to his sleeves, a few dark shadows suddenly appeared on the side of his body to surround him, so that before he had time to remind him, he was imprisoned by a mask.

Although this mask seemed to be able to break, Wu Fan couldn't shake half of his strength. Seeing that Lao Xian was about to argue with these people, Wu Fan was nervous.

"Wind pocket, do you know what the situation is this? Who are they?"

Wind pocket complexion is very ugly: "The little brothers of Wu Fan, these black armored soldiers are the guards of Vientiane Market ..."

I just saw the old fairy and the drama of the drama just when the pocket was not good. The warning was to avoid this trouble. It was just that it did not expect that the misunderstanding of its own people had contacted, but it would cause this result.

"Guard? Are they the people of the punishment?" Wu Fan heard his eyes lighter, thinking that he had intersect with? Shu Shu. If he mentioned this name, he might play a role in saving life.

"If so, it is easy to say ... Unfortunately, the Vientiane Market is self -contained here, and it will not be under the jurisdiction of the six halls ..." The wind pocket shook his head and shake his head, full of sadness.

"Then how can we explain it clearly?" The light in Wu Fan's eyes dissipated, and his expression became serious.

"Alas..." Feng Qiao 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, there will never be a happy ending..."

"So the best result now is to hope that the old immortal will not be impulsive and can persuade the executor to 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 escaping..."

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.

"Wind pocket..."

"Brother Wufan, please tell me..."

"Is there any room for explanation now?"

"Now... I can only wait to die..." Feng Qiao cried sadly and forced 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 take action passively because they want to avoid punishment! And

This was the first time he had seen 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 put the flaming sword behind him and crossed his arms to prepare to receive the attack.

After all, the old immortal was once the overlord of a party and was famous for his physical strength. His punch brought with it billowing smoke, which was just less than the roar of the thousands of troops and horses. In the blink of an eye, the man in red armor was drowned.

.

The opera ghost on the side was so shocked when he saw this situation that he secretly thought that if he had been punched like this, not even a hair would be left.

The opera ghost 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 man in red armor, there was no trace of any wounds 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 red-armored man shouted sharply, and then he saw that the light on the flaming sword was a little brighter, and it became 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, and now he was really acting!

"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 the person opposite, he was only hit.

After taking a few steps back, I 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: "If you block my punch, I will also 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 and rolled up the dust and smoke that had not yet subsided. They were like two waves, rushing towards both sides under the division of the red dragon!

"Ouch!" The opera ghost was so blinded by the heat wave that it could only turn away 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. .

After an unknown amount of time, the heat wave finally subsided, and the opera ghost hurriedly turned around without even waiting for his breathing to stabilize.

"Old Immortal, you...are you okay?" Seeing that the old Immortal in the distance did not even change his standing position, the opera ghost was a little unbelievable.

"Nonsense! How can you defeat the old immortal with this little skill? Mr. Huabu, you have seen how powerful the old immortal is today. I advise you to be more restrained when you face the old immortal in the future!" The old immortal frowned and didn't care when he heard this. road.

"..." Seeing the old fairy's attitude, the opera ghost was speechless for a while, but when it heard that the old fairy could say such words, it felt a lot more relaxed.

"Damn! Old Immortal!" The opera ghost on Old Immortal's side did not notice anything unusual, but Wu Fan in the mask of light did notice something strange. From his angle, he saw that half of Old Immortal's arms had become the same shape. The coke will turn into residue 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! Will you 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 this, "What a lump! 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 solemn.

"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 he felt a thump in his heart.

"Break this place?" Feng Qiao 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 after hearing this, "Break the space? How... how is this possible?"

Wu Fan did not take Feng Pocket's words, but said urgently: "Feng Pocket, please 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 it can’t be easily broken open!”

Seeing the light on the withered old immortal's body getting thicker, Wu Fan suddenly heard the sound of blood dripping from his heart...
Chapter completed!