Chapter 100

He was so presumptuous because he knew that Wutian auction house would never participate in the disputes of local forces, and he didn't pay attention to the boy in front of him.

Now, I think that this young man who has never looked straight at himself should have such terrible strength. I'm afraid he should be above himself.

But at this time, his words have been released. If he compromises, he will lose face. How can he admit defeat to such a suckling boy.

"Somebody, take them down for me." the ghost king immediately shouted, and dozens of people suddenly appeared in the originally empty temple around, and everyone was surging with the wave of martial arts.

"The handwriting is not small, but it is not enough for us." Wang Yu smiled coldly, and a faint voice sounded in the hall.

"Don't show your tongue there. You'd better hand over the treasure, or..."

However, before he finished, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression breaking out from Wang Yu.

"How else?" Wang Yu's eyes were like a knife, and the ghost King shivered in his cold eyes.

In his eyes, he saw the killing intention, just like the freezing general killing intention. It felt that he had never seen it before. How could the boy have such a strong killing intention.

Wang Yu's hatred for Wu Fengwu and Wu Ming has reached a terrible level these days. He doesn't want to kill them all the time.

And in the power of the little soul, there is a kind of killing gas that seems to come from ancient times. When integrating energy, he has been more or less affected.

How could this little martial arts disciple resist the ancient killing spirit? For a moment, the ghost King's body trembled uncontrollably.

"This... How is this possible?" the ghost King opened his eyes and looked at Wang Yu, which was full of horror. He never felt this feeling even on Wu Tao and Lin batian.

But today, I feel such a fatal danger in a young man under the age of 20.

"Impossible, this must be the magic he used, all false." the ghost king kept persuading himself in his heart.

"Kill me, kill this boy for me. I have a reward." the ghost King roared with a ferocious face.

As the words fell, the group of martial artists rushed towards Wang Yu like mad dogs, as if they were afraid of falling behind.

Wang Yu frowned slightly. Each of these martial artists was more than five grades. He was afraid that he would have some trouble dealing with them, and now he was restrained by the ghost king.

However, just as those warriors were about to fall to Wang Yu, a sharp spirit suddenly broke through the air and directly picked up the person in front, and the blood immediately spilled all over the ground.

Liu Qing's figure appeared in front of Wang Yu. I don't know when the dragon eating gun appeared in his hand. The cold light flashed on the long gun, and the surging force immediately lifted away those martial artists who wanted to get close.

Seeing this, the ghost king was surprised, "Liu Qing, what are you doing? Don't you know that Wutian auction house stipulates that you are not allowed to participate in local power disputes?"

Liu Qing gave him a disdainful look. If Wang Yu hadn't stopped him all the time, he would have done it long ago. There would allow him to be so arrogant.

"Wu Tianpai store is indeed not allowed to participate in the disputes of local forces, but now I am Wang Yu's brother and I only represent Liu Qing." Liu Qing's cold voice sounded.

The faint voice sounded like thunder in the ghost King's ears. This time he really played big.

Between the words, Liu Qing had no mercy at all. He waved a long gun and plundered the life of a famous martial artist.

Although the warrior is powerful, he is like an ant in front of him.

Under normal circumstances, he may have a headache for so many martial artists, but at this time, with a dragon eating gun in hand, killing these people is like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Back."

Seeing Liu Qing's strength, these martial artists immediately raised their fear. This man is really terrible. His strength is so strong.

Even if they go together, they are useless and will only lose their lives in vain.

For a time, all the fighters retreated to one side, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Liu Qing's long gun swept across a gun awn and waved it. The long gun was lost behind him, pointing obliquely to the ground. His clothes, robes and hair were windless and automatic. The smell was frightening.

"Still on?" Liu Qing's faint voice sounded in the hall. His cold eyes looked like a sharp blade in everyone's eyes and directly penetrated his heart.

This is the gap between martial artists and martial artists