Chapter 1836 1837 The Game of Perishing Together

Sure enough, there are dandies everywhere. Although the man is wearing a mask, he can tell by his voice that he is not very old. Coupled with his outstanding strength, it is not difficult to infer that his origin is not small, otherwise he would not dare to be so blatant. Black market prestige. Mu Hanyan knew that it was impossible for these hundred colorful soul beads to fetch such a high price, so she secretly cried out in her heart.

If in the Holy Court Continent, he dares to cut off his own fortune and does not wait for others to come forward, Miss Mu will have to teach him a lesson, but after all, it is not his own territory, so Mu Hanyan can only bear it and turn his eyes to Gao Weihu, see what he will do with it.

"What's the matter, the trouble is on my Gao Weihu's head." A fierce light flashed in Gao Weihu's eyes, he took big steps and rushed out, and the ground under his feet trembled violently with his fat body.

"Miss Hu'er, it seems that no one has bid. Should these hundred colorful soul beads belong to me?" Donkeyou looked at everyone around him contemptuously and said.

"It's yours, it's your ass!" As soon as the voice fell, a figure flashed, and Gao Weihu's huge body had appeared in front of him.

"Gao Weihu, what do you want to do?" The donkey's eyes narrowed, but he did not show any signs of timidity.

"What? What do you think I want to do?" Gao Weihu suddenly waved his arm and smashed it down with a fist.

"You dare to do it!" Donkey head was ready, and slapped it out.

Silver light flashed in the palm of his hand, and a real long sword flashed instantly, revealing a strong killing intent.

This time, Mu Hanyan finally saw it clearly. Judging from the killing intent, this person should be cultivating the law of death. It is said that priests who practice the law of death have the highest attack power among priests, and their combat power is far greater than that of other priests of the same rank. much more powerful.

No wonder he dared to come to Gao's black market to make trouble, this person really has strength and confidence.

Mu Hanyan was secretly sighing when he heard a roar from Gao Weihu, and with a backhand, a huge hammer appeared in his hand.

"Brush!" The long sword held by the aura of the donkey's head slashed Gao Weihu's chest, bringing out a bloody flower.

But at the same time, Gao Weihu's hammer also slammed heavily on his chest, directly blasting him out, using the same style of play.

However, he is full of fat, his calf is thicker than other people's waist circumference, and there is still a thick pile of fat on his chest. Obviously, this kind of injury will not hurt him very much, but when he hits the hammer, the donkey's head is not so good. .

"It's just a first-order priest of the spiritual heart. I don't want to find out who my grandfather is. Dare to come to my site to cause trouble. If I don't teach you a lesson, others will think that I am a bully." Before the donkey's head fell, Gao Wei Tiger grabbed in front of him and smashed him to the ground with a hammer.

Looking at his strength, Gao Weihu is probably a tenth-order god priest, and his donkey's head is obviously superior to him. Although he was smashed by him with a hammer, he did not lose his combat effectiveness. A blood mist was drawn on Gao Weihu's body.

But Gao Weihu didn't realize it, and kept yelling while continuing to smash hammer after hammer.

There was blood in the hall, and Gao Weihu was dripping with blood. A small part of it came out of the nostrils of the donkey's head, while the majority belonged to him. His fat head and ears were stained with blood, and he said Unspeakably ferocious, unspeakably fierce.

Looking at Gao Weihu's ferocious appearance, everyone's eyes showed horror, and they subconsciously retreated to the surroundings, not even daring to persuade him.

"Mad, this fat man is a lunatic!" Mu Hanyan commented on Gao Weihu.

She has seen ruthless people a lot, and Hua Yu Zirong and others under her command are not good at it, but this is the first time she can be so cruel to herself.

This bloody and ferocious scene was deeply imprinted in Mu Hanyan's mind. Years later, she still remembered her first meeting with one of her eight great divine servants, Mad Tiger Gao Weihu.

I have to say that the difference in strength between Gao Weihu and the donkey head is indeed not small. There is a qualitative difference between the tenth-order god priest and the god-heart priest, even the lowest-rank god-heart priest. However, compared to the difference in strength , the gap between the two people's body fat seems to be even bigger.

Although the donkey kept waving his arms, sending out murderous awe-inspiring air blades, and bringing out a puff of blood on Gao Weihu's body, but the latter was fighting more and more fiercely, and the expression on his face became more and more hideous. But as he slammed down with hammer after hammer, the donkey's head moved slower and slower, the blood spurting from his nose and mouth, and even the mask on his face was stained with blood.

"Stop, Gao Weiwu, do you know who I am!" The donkey finally couldn't bear the pain and shouted loudly. His voice was trembling, and it was obvious that Se Li was full of fear.

"Zhao Zhiyuan, don't think that I won't recognize you if you wear a donkey head, pretending to be a ghost, do you think I'm blind?" Gao Weihu slapped the mask off the donkey head's face and said contemptuously.

Several black lines stood up on Mu Hanyan's forehead, and he despised Gao Weihu. He was obviously just a bunch of donkey-headed and horse-faced faces that you made. How could someone pretend to be a ghost? This fat man seems to be quite shameless.

"You dare to do it if you know it's me, Gao Weihu, you are dead, you are dead." Zhao Zhiyuan said fiercely.

"You're so cheap, I'll kill you first." Gao Weihu had a fierce look on his face, and smashed his hammer again.

As the blood sprayed out one after another, Zhao Zhiyuan's waving arms hung down weakly, and Gao Weihu was not relieved, and he hammered down several times, smashing the bones of his arms into pieces. Zhao Zhiyuan let out a groan and finally fainted.

Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan, who was paralyzed into a ball, with almost all his bones broken and fell into a pool of blood, and then looking at the fat man next to him, who was also covered in blood, but even more ferocious. Take cold air.

What do you mean by being afraid of being stunned, and being afraid of dying? That's all.

"Let you be cheap, let you be cheap, why don't you talk? I bah!" Gao Weihu threw away the hammer, spat heavily, and cursed.

"Sir, is he from the right priest's family?" A subordinate leaned forward and said cautiously.

"Nonsense, do you want to tell me?" Gao Weihu glared at him, then stood up and scolded, "If you dare to come to Lao Tzu's site to make trouble, Tian Wang Lao Tzu will beat him up, see if he is dead, and if he is dead, give it to the Zhao family. Send it back and throw it out if you don't die."

"The auction will continue, and whoever dares to cause trouble, Zhao Zhiyuan will end." After speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Zhiyuan again, and walked staggeringly towards the back hall.

Although he tried his best to overturn Zhao Zhiyuan, the strength gap was there, and his injuries were not light.