Chapter Seventy-Seven

Zhu Tianxiu's eyebrows were furrowed, this Xiao Men was a bit too much.

"Get out." The white boy on Zhu Tianxiu's side spoke lightly.

"Fence them up for me." The leader of the Xiao Sect waved his hand, and a group of people who were somewhat consistent with his attire swarmed up and surrounded Zhu Tianxiu and the others.

Zhu Tianxiu glanced at it, there were about ten people in the group in front of him, among them were two super soldiers, and the rest were all high-level fighters.

This Xiaomen should still have some strength, obviously, the strength of the group of Xiaomen people in front of him is already extremely high.

", or not roll." The white-haired young man's expression slowly became cold, and the fan in his hand kept slapping on his legs.

"Come on, let me see what kind of strength the person who dares to speak to me so presumptuously is here. Give it to me. After saying that, the leader of the Xiao Sect waved his big hand, and the group of people around Zhu Tianxiu and the others rushed up.

"Don't give face." The white-haired young man jumped in an instant, his hands opened, and a majestic momentum shook back the rushing crowd.

Everyone present was stunned, but only Zhu Tianxiu and the second god did not have too many expressions changed, and Xi Jiu was also shocked, because when she saw the white-haired teenager for the first time, Xi Jiu had been in the car, and Zhu Tianxiu ordered her not to let her get down.

"What are you doing in a daze? Give it to me! The leader of the Xiao Sect was the first to come back to his senses, and once again picked up the big knife in his hand and rushed towards the figure of the white-haired young man.

A sneer flashed on the white-haired boy's face, and suddenly his hands shook down, and countless iron beads suddenly appeared around his body, surrounding him.

"Magnetic field!" Zhu Tianxiu was the first to discover the attack method of the spirit man in front of him, and he could strongly feel the strong magnetic force on the white-haired young man's body.

After the white-haired young man heard Zhu Tianxiu's words, his eyes were stunned, and he turned his head and glanced at Zhu Tianxiu with a curious expression. Immediately, he waved his hands forward. Just after the white-haired boy's action, the iron balls floating around his body were like wild horses that had escaped from the reins, scrambling to hit the group of people in Xiaomen.

And the battle at the entrance of the auction hall also caused a lot of sensation around, and a group of people slowly gathered around, and they saw that all the people in Xiaomen were beaten down as if they had seen ghosts.

"Spirit, spirit?" The leader of the Xiao Sect pressed his chest with his hand, his heart was extremely shocked, and a sense of fear rose in his heart, he actually offended the spirit just now?

"There's still a bit of eyesight, but I don't really like you, so." As the white-haired boy spoke, the folding fan in his hand was instantly opened by him, and when the folding fan was fully opened, small blades stretched out from the cracks in the folding fan pages. The white-haired young man waved his hand slightly, and the folding fan flew out instantly.

"What do you do? I'm Xiao Men。。。。。 The leader of the Xiao Gate was about to say something, when the bladed fan suddenly slashed across his neck.

For the ruthless attack of the white-haired boy, everyone on the scene took a breath of cold air. Those who watched the excitement began to talk about it.

"This is the captain of Xiao Men's team, and he died in the mercenary base."

"The person who killed Captain Xiaomen is a spirit!"

"Spirits? It's actually a spirit! ”

The white-haired boy shook his hair slightly, and Lang Lang spoke. "As you can see, I did all this, if that bullshit Xiaomen comes to find trouble, let him come to Noah's Hotel to find me, my name is Qing." After Qing finished speaking, his eyes fell on Zhu Tianxiu's body, he always felt that Zhu Tianxiu looked extremely familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen it.