Chapter 727

"This is the first time that the hermit insect has been exposed to the world. Do you think the miracle doctor Jing is really a God? Can he foresee in advance and even create a medicine to expel the hermit insect in advance

The young master Na Na said: "that, that Lu Xiaohua, she...

" she must have deliberately cheated them in order to prevent Fu QingHan from forming a deadly feud with those sect leaders. Even if she can really restrain the hidden insects, it must be only for a while. It's good for you to kill Lu Xiaohua. I don't want to talk about the loyalty brought by those things created by Lu Xiaohua. If you can't find doctor Jing and let these sects know that their sect leader is hopeless, then you will really bring the whole river and lake to our xiaoyaolin, right

After all, the owner can be changed.

If you are sure that you can't help a sect leader, just find a healthy and better one. Many sects with a long history and strength in the middle and upper level have a good foundation. Many of them have ancestors. Just point to a good one.

Originally, they were given hope that they would not act rashly. Without hope, it's hard to say.

This is why xiaoyaolin dare not expose easily. They have already controlled the affairs of these sects. If they want to become the world's overlord, there is no such simple thing.

You said, if Lu Xiaohua died in the hands of master Wan and others, it would be OK, but the arrow was shot by a young master, so many masters were watching!

"Then, then what?" Young master originally thought of this, but it was said by old Li, which made him realize that this matter might be more serious than he thought.

"Things haven't come to an irreparable stage. Let's first..." Li Laohua said. He suddenly stopped and quickly turned his head to look down at the auction house. His face was startled. "No, he's been quiet for a long time.

on the auction table, he's been quiet for a long time.

After the incident, he rushed to Lu Xiaohua. There was no one to stop him. Even the master of the gate stepped back.

"Lady? Lady

Fu QingHan held her in his arms and called her, but she closed her eyes and did not call him "Xianggong" as gently as before.

"Niang Zi..."

"Niang Zi..."

"Lu Xiaohua!"

She lay quietly in his arms and did not live.

Fu QingHan didn't move after that. He sat on the ground like a fool, hugged Lu Xiaohua and looked at her quietly with his head down. His eyes were cold, just like Lu Xiaohua in his arms was just a puppet.

Maybe that's what he thought. Lu Xiaohua didn't hit the arrow. The person he is holding is not her.

Until, a man in black came to Fu QingHan's back and cut him on the back.

The blood splashed out and wet the black clothes on the man in black. The man in black was a little confused and didn't dare to believe that he was so easy to get it. But after all, he had been trained for a long time, and this surprise would not affect him. He would give Fu QingHan another time soon. He would not let Fu QingHan die, but he would lose his action.

But as soon as he moved his hand, he felt his neck chilly. He looked down and saw that his head was separated from his body.

Before the man in black died, he finally looked at Fu QingHan, but saw the God of death.

It's the breath of death!

The corpse of the man in black was separated. Fu QingHan stood there quietly, bleeding on his back. He couldn't feel the same. The soft sword in his hand was filled with sword Qi and pointed to the ground. He lowered his head slightly, and his hair was scattered on his cheek. No one could see what he looked like at this time.

But a cold idea gradually spread out, and even the door owners with deep skills at the bottom began to feel cold.

"All, die."

Very light, very light voice, from the cold mouth, like the spring breeze, when you are sleepy, gently blowing from your side.

But if you open your eyes, you will find a scarlet hell in front of you. The breeze you feel is the last breath of the dead.

"Go quickly," an old doorman patted the people beside him, his eyes fixed on Fu QingHan, but his face was panicked, "go quickly!"

His body, however, seemed to be fixed on a chair, and the powerful pressure made people, including the old master, unable to move.

But the cold moved.

A force burst out of the room, like an invisible air current, which burst out at 360 degrees. Except for those with very high internal power, several door owners and the people he brought with them on the first floor snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then they stared in horror.

What a terrible internal force, fierce and domineering!

At this time, the white auctioneer was left on the auction table. The two slave girls standing beside him had already fallen down, and their orifices were bleeding.

White auctioneer also vomited blood, and at this time, he found that he could move, and immediately jumped to the stage.

He just moved, Fu QingHan eyes slightly opened, the wind blew his sleeve, he caught up with the white auctioneer in an instant.

Arrow rain starts again at this time, trying to stop Fu QingHan from helping white auctioneer escape, but Fu QingHan goes through arrow rain and appears in front of white auctioneer like a ghost.The white auctioneer let out a low cry and attacked him. Fu QingHan broke his hand and let him fall to the ground like a rag.

Fu tilted his head. He couldn't see any emotion, like a person who didn't know emotion looking at the white auctioneer with cold pure eyes.

This is the man who sold Lu Xiaohua as a commodity and a beast, and touched her with his dirty hands.

The scream of the white auctioneer resounded throughout the auction house... Fu QingHan used his hand as cabbage, cut it one by one, and ordered his acupoints to prevent him from dying too early, torturing him.

Until an arrow, shot at the white auctioneer, the end of the white auctioneer's pain.

This makes Fu QingHan uncomfortable.

He hasn't had enough.

It doesn't matter. There are many people.

Fu QingHan is not in a hurry to deal with the archers in the dark. He leans slightly and locks his eyes on the master of ten thousand gates.

Master Wan is also an old man in the world. He can become a first-class sect master with excellent martial arts skills. However, it's as if he had just learned martial arts and met a maniac when he went out for training. His fear could be crushed with one hand and attacked him again.

Wanmenzhu can't stand this kind of spiritual suffering, so he just took the lead.

At the moment of shooting, he still told himself that he was just a young man. No matter how talented he was, where could he go? If he was crazy, could he break through to their level?

The body of the last one who took the lead is still lying on the ground.

Wanmenzhu soon followed.

At the moment when the master of ten thousand gates fell to the ground, he broke the string of all the masters of the underground gates. When Fu QingHan turned to them, they didn't even care about the presence of hermits. Several of the less courageous ones were almost out of the door of the auction house.

But they don't know that this place has become a cold slaughterhouse.

No one can escape!