A thin warlock hid in the crowd, took out a small mirror covertly, looked at Lin Feng, took in a wisp of his breath, took out a puppet from his arms, and shone the small mirror in his hand on the puppet.

"Hmph, sure enough, the limbs are developed, the mind is simple, and the warlock is not a martial artist, so he has to rush forward stupidly and secretly put people to death, which is the correct way for a warlock to deal with the enemy."

The thin warlock glanced at Lin Feng and the warlock kneeling in front of him, and pursed his lips, feeling a burst of disdain in his heart.

As soon as his right hand flipped, a few more steel needles appeared in the thin warlock's hand, and then stabbed them fiercely on the puppet's body.

Boom!

The puppet exploded, blasting the skinny warlock's left hand to the ground in blood.

"Ahh

The skinny warlock hugged his left hand and let out a scream.

When this skinny warlock cast the spell just now, the people around him also saw it, but everyone tacitly blocked Lin Feng's sight, and they also wanted to know if this skinny warlock's spell could hurt Lin Feng.

Now that the results have come out, Lin Feng has nothing to do, but this thin warlock who wants to cast a spell against Lin Feng has his left hand injured by the puppet.

The thin warlock looked at Lin Feng with resentful eyes, and then met Lin Feng's eyes.

Noble! Revere!

Just like a god who was high above the nine heavens looking down on the mortal dust, the thin warlock's heart suddenly gave birth to a desire to bow and worship, and he quickly did it.

The thin warlock walked out of the crowd and walked towards Lin Feng step by step.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of many warlocks all faintly showed excitement, could it be that after this thin warlock was injured, he was ready to fight to the death with that mysterious young man?

However, the result was not as they expected, and the development of things shocked them, and there was a chill in their hearts.

Thump!

Walking in front of Lin Feng, the thin warlock knelt down directly beside the warlock just now.

All the warlocks swallowed hard. Their expressions also became nervous, and they all looked elsewhere, for fear of looking at Lin Feng, and finally ending up kneeling in front of him.

The seat that Lin Feng was sitting in, all the warlocks had no desire to covet it, and even Bai Wenxuan and Ye Qi were unwilling to confront Lin Feng lightly.

Seeing this scene, a gleam flashed in Zhao Juncheng's eyes on the hospital bed, he didn't expect that the strongest of the many warlocks. It actually appeared so quickly, and it was still a young man who didn't look very old.

The middle-aged woman who was standing next to Zhao Juncheng and serving also felt a little uneasy in her heart when she saw the scene just now, after all, when she went out to call them in just now, her attitude was really bad.

If these people wanted to deal with her in the future, she wouldn't even have the means to defend herself

But after seeing those five sofas, her heart settled down a lot.

What if the methods of these warlocks are unpredictable? Wasn't he invited by his master at random and played with five sofas between applause!

But. Zhao Juncheng played this little trick, can many warlocks really not see it?

The reason why many warlocks are fighting for the ownership of these five sofas is just because they don't want to be subservient!

But no matter whether these warlocks can fight for the sofa or not, Zhao Juncheng, who placed them together, was written down by them. If they have the opportunity in the future, they definitely don't mind giving Zhao Juncheng a black stick.

Maybe it's because he has been standing on the top of the Xiangjiang River for a long time, this Zhao Juncheng rich man has been arrogant and doesn't take many warlocks in his eyes.

But he forgot. These warlocks did not come here to flatter him, but to flatter the idol in his hand.

Warlocks have never been good men and women. It has always been a retribution, but today it was put on a table by Zhao Juncheng, and it will definitely be found in the future.

After Lin Feng showed his terrifying and strange methods, all the warlocks acquiesced, and the sofa in the middle belonged to Lin Feng, and their eyes all shifted to the remaining four sofas.

Bai Wenxuan and Ye Qi glanced at each other, a cold light flashed in Ye Qi's eyes, and with a cold snort, he walked towards the sofa on Lin Feng's left. Bai Wenxuan smiled slightly, shook the fan in his hand, and didn't fight with him, walking towards the sofa on Lin Feng's right.

As an elder of the Xuanmen, most of the warlocks here knew him and knew his strength, so naturally no one would challenge him without taking his own strength.

However, Bai Wenxuan, who was born in the Yin Yang Palace, was not known by many people, and when they saw him sitting on the sofa, many people immediately wanted to move.

Bai Wenxuan fanned his fan lightly and looked at those warlocks with a chuckle, if someone made trouble for him, he didn't mind showing his strength like Lin Feng.

Just when a few warlocks were about to make a move on Bai Wenxuan, Ye Qi frowned, glanced at those warlocks, and said coldly: "This Bai Wenxuan's strength is not weaker than mine, are you sure you want to attack him?" ”

Hearing Ye Qi's words, those warlocks were all startled, not weaker than Ye Qi? This is another powerhouse in the realm of transforming gods!

They turned their heads to look at Bai Wenxuan, and found that Bai Wenxuan was still shaking his fan, looking at them with a smile on his face, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a smiling tiger.

Seeing this situation, the remaining many warlocks could only reluctantly shift their gaze to the remaining two sofas.

After a bloodless but dangerous struggle, the two men finally sat down in the two remaining seats.

The two men, one was a middle-aged man, holding a red six-pronged plate in his hand, he sat behind a sofa, threw a few things around, and then sat there peacefully, allowing the other warlocks to attack with their means, but they could not hurt him in the slightest.

The other is a middle-aged Taoist priest, he directly took out a stack of talisman seals, used his hand to control zhì, turned into a cold ice snake that exuded cold air, and blocked all the attack methods of several other warlocks, it was obviously a Taoist priest of the Fu Seal sect.

This scene made Zhao Juncheng and the middle-aged woman on the side shine brightly, but compared to Lin Feng and the others' understated means of resisting the enemy, his methods fell into inferiority.

At this time, the victory and defeat had been decided, and Zhao Juncheng seemed to have just reacted, and said to the middle-aged woman beside him: "Danhua, why are there five seats prepared here, go and let people move a few more seats!" ”

"Yes, master, I'll let someone move!" The middle-aged woman answered and walked out of the ward.

"Masters, I'm really sorry, this is my inconsiderate and rude! Please don't take it to heart, don't be surprised! Zhao Juncheng said apologetically to the many warlocks. (To be continued......)