Hearing Han Chunqiu's proud words, Huang Fusheng was stunned.
Somewhat surprised.
This man seems to have an extraordinary temperament and looks like a learned Confucian scholar. Why does he talk so wildly?
When I came to the mountain before, I met a lot of people.
Everyone is very kind.
What kind of suzerain and what kind of emperor?
What kind of demon king or eminent monk?
Who hasn't seen me, Huang Fusheng?
Aren’t they all chatting and laughing with me, Mr. Huang?
Where did you come from?
It would be too rude.
"Who are you? I came up the mountain to meet the owner of this place, not you."
"Why do you drive me down?"
Huang Fusheng was a little angry.
Han Chunqiu sneered.
"Meet the owner of this place? Do you know who the owner of this place is?"
"A mortal like you is qualified to meet the master of this place?"
"Are you really ignorant of the heights of the sky and the heights of the earth, and you don't even consider your own weight?"
Han Chunqiu became more and more enthusiastic as he talked.
It was like I had finally caught an opportunity to vent my frustrations these past few days.
Hum!
I, Han Chunqiu, can't do anything to those on this mountain, so why can't I even deal with a mortal at the bottom of the mountain?
Huang Fusheng was a little angry.
"I just want to go up the mountain today!"
"Kick me off if you can!"
When Han Chunqiu saw this, he couldn't help laughing.
"Mortals are just mortals. They don't know whether to live or die, and they can't see the difference between them and us at all."
Han Chunqiu clasped his hands behind his back, with a proud look on his face, and his eyes were full of contempt.
It seemed that in his eyes, Huang Fusheng was just an innocent ant.
You don't even need to take action yourself.
As long as you release a ray of your own breath, you can kill it ten or eight times.
"Today you, a mortal like an ant, can die in the hands of a strong man like me. It is the greatest honor in your life."
Han Chunqiu finished speaking.
He was about to release a ray of his breath and directly shock Huang Fusheng to death.
But at this moment.
Behind Huang Fusheng, a puff of green smoke suddenly appeared.
In the blue smoke.
A strange and eerie figure emerged.
That
He is a cold man wearing a black gown and a black hat.
In his left hand, he held a book with an inexplicable and strange aura.
He holds a judge pen in his right hand.
Ghostly!
But it also contains the aura of the gods.
The appearance of this figure made the atmosphere around him become colder.
It seemed like it suddenly turned into the underworld.
Han Chunqiu was startled.
All the energy and blood in his body seemed to be solidifying.
He looked at Han Chunqiu in shock, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.
"This is impossible!!!"
Han Chunqiu couldn't believe it.
He actually saw such a scene.
Behind this mortal, figures of ghosts and gods appeared unexpectedly!
This is definitely a ghost!
From that mysterious and mysterious place!
This is where the souls of the deceased go.
But how could this mortal with no cultivation be protected by ghosts and gods?
This is simply incredible.
Han Chunqiu immediately did not dare to take action.
Because the cold man holding the judge's pen was staring at Han Chunqiu with a stern look.
It seemed that as long as Han Chunqiu dared to take action, this cold man would take action and kill Han Chunqiu directly.
Although Han Chunqiu is a master of the title, it is impossible for him to fight with a real ghost and god from the underworld.
This is the real meaning of seeking death.
As soon as the judge's pen was scratched on the book, you, Han Chunqiu, would die on the spot.
You don't even have to worry about people coming to drag your soul away.
He was immediately taken away by the judge.
It can be said to be a one-stop funeral service.
professional team!
Being stared at by a judge from the underworld, he asked you if you were panicked?
Others don't know.
But Han Chunqiu was really panicking at this moment.
My buttocks can't help but tighten.
The judge glared at Han Chunqiu fiercely, and made two gestures at Han Chunqiu with the judge's pen in his hand.
That means that if you, an old boy, dare to be disrespectful to Huang Fusheng, I will kill you on the spot with a stroke of my pen.
How could Han Chunqiu not understand what the judge meant?
He quickly fell to his knees on the ground.
"Spare your life! Spare your life!"
Huang Fusheng looked confused.
What the hell?
Didn't this guy look very arrogant just now?
To be continued...