"Why, you have a problem with what I say!" The indifferent eyes gazed at the man in the red robe not far away.
"Hum, is that how Qingyun gate discipline its disciples?" The man in red looks at Tian Buyi and others angrily. The meaning in his eyes is self-evident.
See this, Tian not easy a face of embarrassment, he why don't want to now will ghost king this big devil root out, but Han Xuan don't want to start, oneself and others can't kill it.
"Thank you, young master. Let's go, Qinglong." Although Han Xuan said he didn't want to embarrass them, the ghost king still aimed his alert eyes at Han Xuan, and his figure went away a little bit.
"Hand over the xuanhuojian." How can the man in red watch the treasure of his own town sect taken away by the ghost king? He yelled and pulled out a long tail of fire behind him.
"Well, if you let them go, let them go. No one can disobey me." Han Xuan's face was as cold as ice, and the fierce spirit of a wild beast rose from his body.
"Boom" the ground here plummeted one foot and rolled up the dust and fog.
"That's the power of hegemony." The most surprising thing here is Tian Buyi. Before he had a competition with Han Xuan, he thought he could fight with all his strength. But now looking at the ruins of the mountain top, Tian Buyi's heart is bursting.
"No, it seems that this power is not my Qingyun skill, but the magic way skill." Cangsong finally caught Han Xuan's pigtail, as long as possible, he will enlarge the matter infinitely.
"Cangsong, pay attention to your words and deeds." Tian not easy to hear this, angrily turned around.
In fact, Tian Buyi is selfish. After all, Han Xuan has a good relationship with Zhang Xiaofan. Maybe when he comes back to his school, he will say something nice to him.
"Touch" at the time of their quarrel, the earth trembled. The man in red was half kneeling on the ground, and there was a big pool of blood in front of him.
"Cough, how can it be? How old is he? How can he be so powerful." The man in red has sign language on his chest and flashing eyes.
"Ah, martial uncle!" In the rear crowd, a man and a woman rushed to the left and right sides of the man in red and helped him up.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in red looks at Han Xuan in fear.
"Martial uncle, I probably know who he is, but why there are no women around him." The young man suddenly turned pale, as if he remembered something.
"Who is it?"
The monks on the spot all raised their ears, and even the ghost king and others who had not gone far also listened.
"Evil god, he is evil god." This sentence seems to have used up all the strength of the young man, but he bent his legs and feet and spread them to the ground.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
Evil god, a man whose hands are covered with blood, if you want to say that he is a devil, you have never calculated anyone, but if you say that he is right, it is even more impossible. After all, how can a man who kills people without blinking an eye belong to the right way.
"Evil god, I've heard his name for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet him here." Those who have offended Jin Lingzi are not lack of school children. If they practice the rules of fairyland, if they beat the younger, the older will come to revenge.
"Dad, is he very famous? What will they do to him when they return to Qingyun?" One side of the Baguio suddenly eyes a bright, not because Han Xuan is everyone's fear of the evil god, there is anything strange.
"Well, it's very big. You can feel it just from his hand. At first, I was still wondering when Qingyun had such a powerful master. But if he was really an evil god, all the mysteries could be explained."