The exit of the Vientiane Market is in front of the door. The side of the left side is tall and the right side is bright. They go to that pestle, like two door gods.

"I said Hua Bu Laoer, so long, why didn't the boy come out yet? Isn't it something wrong?"

"Your evil spirits are in the crow's mouth again! First of one place is the Vientiane Market, the second leader and the executor follow, what can you do?"

The two are the old immortal and the drama ghost. No matter who they speak first, as long as they get a chance, they must argue a few times.

"Two, two! Wu Fan's little brothers are here!" Just when the two were arguing, I saw the wind pocket rushed from a distance, squeezing the eyebrows.

Mowing

"Master of the executor ... uh, include it, thank you!" Wu Fan said, threw the big bag on the ground, took out a white paper mask from his arms and replaced it into the hand.

"Can help the king of Taiyin is a blessing, and Taiyin King does not have to be more courteous!" Including hearing that he hurriedly returned.

Originally, it was planned to stay outside the door until the auction house ended, but because of something in the middle of the way, he had to leave. But before leaving, he was still worried that it would be inconvenient to hide the identity of the Taiyin King, so he brought the full moon mask for the latter to bring the spare -moon mask mask for the full moon mask of the spare moon.

come over.

Wu Fan had no intention of participating in the auction from the beginning, so it was necessary to think that this mask was not kept. It was only necessary to leave it with a resolute attitude.

"Forgive Bao can't leave the Vancouver market, you can only send you here!" After taking Wu Fan for a few laps in Vientiane Market, the two finally came to the Vaniang market, but it was still a bit Yiyi.

She is lost.

Silently, it was finally squeezed out: "Taiyin Wang Bao!" Then he bowed and retreated, and took the black armored soldiers who stayed in the distance and turned to leave.

"Old immortal, drama ghost, wind pocket!" Wu Fan greeted several people one by one, "Wait a long time, how many of you are okay?"

"What can we do? Thank you Wu Fan's little brother to worry!" The wind pocket smiled, and then suddenly lowered the voice, "Wu Fan's little brother, what happened in the auction house, how do I hear ..."

Wu Fan frowned, thinking that it must be that the old fairy's mouth was not strict. What did you say about this wind pocket?

"Wind pocket, this is not a sentence or two sentences to explain, let's leave first." Although it is very safe here, Wu Fan always feels that there is a gaze in the beginning.

It was also a panic.

"Oh! Still Wu Fan's brother considers Zhou Quan! After all, we have left for too long. Brother Tea Cup Ghost is afraid it is such an urgent!" The wind pocket said, so he went to the exit to explore the road first.

Wu Fan nodded, and greeted the wind pocket and the ghost left together ...

Since recognizing Wu Fan as the class lead, this drama is very obedient. He didn't hesitate to hear the words, and he pushed into the sunspot of Wu Fan's palm. On the other hand, the old immortal pestled in place with a stunned pestle.

Then, then

"Lao Xian, what are you doing?" When I saw Lao Xian's movement, Wu Fan hurriedly reminded.

Lao Xian heard that his teeth were stunned, and he was depressed: "Oh ... Lao Xian finally gained freedom, but now he hasn't been fun, but he has to be wronged and returns to the abandoned copper.

"Evil ghost, since you dislike my pillar, why don't you just stay in this Vientiane Market? It shouldn't be difficult for a guy with strong limbs like you to make a living!" This sound of scrap metal made the opera ghost very unhappy and couldn't bear it.

He choked and said.

"Hey! Mr. Calcutta, you did remind me!" Hearing this, the old immortal grinned and smiled mischievously.

"What did I remind you?" The opera ghost suddenly realized something was wrong and asked cautiously.

"Remind the old immortal to go out and settle the score with you!" The old immortal snorted coldly, then swooped into Bai Zi.

Wu Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly. Each of these two guys was older than the other, but they were two living treasures.

After gathering his mind, Wu Fan grabbed the two chess pieces and slammed them towards the exit in front of him. After a brief dizziness, the down-to-earth feeling came again.

"Huh..." Maybe it's because he stayed in the Wanxiang Market for too long. Now that he returned to Fengdu, Wu Fan felt a rotten smell around him, which made people feel depressed. He almost fell to the ground when he bowed.

.Fortunately, he supported the ground with one hand in time and was able to stand firmly.

"What's going on here?" Wu Fan came back to his senses and looked around, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. He saw that the scene in front of him was very strange, not at all what he remembered.

At this moment, a familiar scream suddenly sounded from behind him: "Little brother Wufan, run away...uhhhhhhh!"

He looked back and saw that Feng Peng's bloated body was broken into two pieces in front of his eyes...

"Feng Pocket! Damn it!" Wufan's throat felt hot, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. He looked back along Feng Pocket's remains, and saw a blue-faced ghost pulling a thin string from his palm towards him.

Come slowly...

"Boy! If you're wise, hand over your valuables, otherwise...this will be your fate!" The blue-faced ghost kicked Feng's pocket and said with a sinister smile.

"Is it you? As a member of the Gongdian Hall! How dare you practice robbery here without fear of being caught and punished!" Wu Fan's face darkened. He knew the guy in front of him. It was precisely because of what he saw before him.

This guy fanned the flames and caused Wu Fan, who had just joined the Hall of Works, to suffer a lot! It’s just that... the face of this blue-faced ghost was not blue back then.

"Oh? You actually recognize me?" The blue-faced ghost was a little surprised. He subconsciously turned sideways and continued: "Well...as long as you can hand over the valuable things on your body, I...will consider sparing your life!"

When Wu Fan heard this, he just moved his lips, and then obediently threw out a small package in his arms: "I hope you keep your word!" After saying that, Wu Fan looked at the wind bag on the ground again, and turned around quickly to get it.

Leave.

The blue-faced ghost's eyes flashed, and he threw the thread in his palm forward. However, when his eyes fell on the package, he frowned and stopped: "Stop!"

"I've given everything to you, what else do you want?" Wu Fan said in a deep voice.

"Ha! Boy! You can deceive others but you can't deceive me! I can smell your lies!" The blue-faced ghost kicked the package and scattered all the contents inside.

When Wu Fan heard this, he suddenly noticed something and gritted his teeth and said, "The bottle is on Feng Qiao!"

"Fart! I didn't find a dead gas bottle on this guy!" The blue-faced ghost sneered, "Boy! Your method of diverting attention is still a bit mature!"

Wu Fan's expression gradually turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "If I'm not mistaken, King Yishan sent you here, right?"

The blue-faced ghost's eyes trembled: "You...don't talk nonsense! I just happened to pass by here, and this matter has nothing to do with King Yishan!"

"But I never said the name of that thing from the beginning to the end. Since King Yishan didn't send you here, how did you know about it?" Wu Fan already knew it.

"I..." Fang Jue, the blue-faced ghost, lost his words and completely lost his face, "Hahaha... so what if it is? So what if it's not? If you hand over the dead cylinder honestly, I can still think of everyone.

For the sake of the people in the Gongdian Hall, I’ll give you a treat! If not, then don’t blame me for being rude!”

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Just come over here!" Wu Fan's face turned cold, he reached for his waist, and then secretly cried out, "Oh no!" He actually forgot that the iron rod was still at the entrance of the Vientiane Market.

The chess player keeps it in his hands.

"Boy! I just want to see how tough you can be?" The blue-faced ghost didn't know Wu Fan's inner thoughts and had already wrapped the silk thread around Wu Fan's body.

Upon seeing this, Wu Fan hurriedly turned over and retreated, and then saw that a strange rock where he was standing before was broken into several pieces, which made it even more weird.

"Old Huabu! Look what I said before! You also said that King Yishan looks honest and honest, but I can tell at a glance that this guy is not a good guy! How about it? How about it?" Just at Wu Fan

While flying to dodge, the old immortal hiding in the white zi could only stare and babble.

"You evil ghost! I just said that he has a simple and honest face, but I didn't say what his character is like..." The opera ghost is the best at recognizing people, so he was naturally unconvinced. "Since you are so accurate in judging people, let me ask you, what are you doing?"

What do you think of King Ben Lei?"

"This person has an upright personality. Logically speaking, there is no threat. However, guys with such an upright personality are often the most exploited by others, and this is what Lao Xian has been worried about..."

"No wonder you, an evil ghost, have been worried all the way, but you are actually worried about this!" The opera ghost nodded slightly, and then sighed: "I just regret that my body is still in the hands of others, and I really can't protect the leader..."

"Old Huabu, what are you talking about? Hurry up and think of a solution!" The old fairy ignored the opera ghost's sigh and shouted hurriedly.

Hearing this, the opera ghost was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "It's so unreasonable! Such words are obviously the source of evil ghost like you!"

While Wu Fan had to dodge the attacks of silk threads as thin as cow hairs, he also had to endure the bickering between the old fairy and the opera ghost. He felt bitter in his heart and could not express it. Fortunately, there was a gap between the blue-faced ghost's release and retraction of the thread.

The existence of a gap allows him to take advantage of this opportunity to hide.

And during this period of hiding, Wu Fan actually began to miss his stone sword. Although it didn't look very beautiful here, it was still his handy weapon after all. If he had it in hand, maybe

Can cut the threads in front of me...

Thinking of Shi Qianbian, Wu Fan subconsciously looked at his palm, and then saw a red light flashing in his palm.

"Ah! This is it!" Seeing the abnormality in his palm, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up and he secretly said: "This is the all-encompassing original fire!"

I have been thinking about how to cut off the thread from beginning to end, so I ignored this kind of thing. If I can activate the original fire, maybe I can have the same effect!

Thinking of this, Wu Fan hurriedly concentrated his soul power, and then, a red light lit up in his palm!
Chapter completed!