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Sure enough, there are gentlemen everywhere, although the man is wearing a mask, but he knows that he is not old when he listens to the voice, coupled with that good strength, it is not difficult to guess that his origin is not small, otherwise he would not dare to play such a blatant black market prestige. Mu Hanyan knew that it was impossible for these hundred multicolored soul beads to be auctioned at such a high price, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

If he dared to cut off his own financial path in the Holy Court Continent, without waiting for others to come forward, Miss Mu would have to teach him a lesson, but after all, it was not his own territory, Mu Hanyan could only endure it and set his eyes on Gao Weihu to see what he would do.

"Damn, it's my head to make trouble. A fierce light flashed in Gao Weihu's eyes, and he rushed out with a big stride, and the ground under his feet trembled violently with his fat flesh.

"Fox girl, it seems that there is no one to bid, should these hundred colorful soul beads belong to me?" said the donkey head with a contemptuous look at everyone around him.

"It's yours, it's your fart!" Before the words 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 lit up, but he didn't show a look of timidity.

"What do you say Lao Tzu wants to do?" Gao Weihu suddenly waved his arm and smashed it down with a fist.

"You dare to do it!" the donkey's head was already prepared, and slapped it out with a palm.

The palm of his hand shone with silver light, and a long sword like substance 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 the attack power of the priest who cultivates the law of death is known as the most priest, and the combat power is far stronger than that of other priests of the same level.

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

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

"Brush!" the long sword of the donkey's aura-like head slashed across Gao Weihu's chest, bringing out a canopy of blood flowers.

But at the same time, Gao Weihu's hammer also smashed heavily on his chest, directly blasting him out, using the same way of playing.

However, he was fat, his calves were thicker than others' waists, and there was still a thick pile of fat on his chest, so this injury obviously didn't hurt him much, but when he hammered down, the donkey's head was not so good.

"It's just a first-order divine heart priest, and he doesn't inquire about who his grandfather is, and he dares to come to my territory to make trouble, and if he doesn't teach you a lesson, others think I'm a good bully. Without waiting for the donkey's head to hit the ground, Gao Weihu rushed in front of him, directly smashed him to the ground with a hammer, and then scolded while smashing his head and face.

Looking at the strength, Gao Weihu is probably a tenth-order god priest, and the donkey's head is obviously a cut above him, although he was smashed by him with a hammer, he did not lose his combat effectiveness, and his hands waved again and again, and one after another sword light flashed, drawing a blood mist on Gao Weihu's body.

But Gao Weihu didn't realize it, and scolded continuously, while continuing to smash one hammer after another.

Blood was spilling in the hall, and Gao Weihu was even more drenched in blood, a small half of it was from the nostrils of the donkey's head, and most of it was his own, and his fat head and big ears were bloodstained with blood, which was even more indescribably hideous and indescribably fierce.

Looking at Gao Weihu's murderous appearance, everyone's eyes showed horror, and they subconsciously retreated to the surroundings, not even daring to open their mouths to persuade them.

"Crazy, this fat man is a madman!" Mu Hanyan commented on Gao Weihu.

She has seen a lot of ruthless people, and none of the Hua Yu Zirong and others under her hands are good at stubble, but this kind of can be ruthless to herself like this, and it is the first time she has seen it.

This bloody and murderous scene was also deeply imprinted in Mu Hanyan's mind, and many years later, she still remembered the first meeting with one of her eight gods, the Crazy Tiger Gao Weihu.

I have to say that the difference in strength between Gao Weihu and that donkey head is indeed not small, there is a qualitative difference between the tenth-order Divine Spirit Priest and the Divine Heart Priest, even the lowest one-order Divine Heart Priest, but compared to the difference in strength, the gap between the fat on the two seems to be greater.

Although the donkey head kept waving his arms, sending out a series of murderous and awe-inspiring qi blades, 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, and as he smashed down one hammer after another, the donkey's movements became slower and slower, and the blood spurting out of his mouth and nose even the mask on his face was stained with blood.

"Stop, Gao Weiwu, do you know who I am!" the donkey finally cried out in pain. His voice trembled a little, and it was obvious that he was full of fear.

"Zhao Zhiyuan, don't think that if you wear a donkey's head, you won't be able to recognize you, pretending to be a ghost, are you blind when you think of Lao Tzu?" Gao Weihu slapped off the mask on the donkey's face and said with disdain.

Mu Hanyan put up a few black lines on his forehead, and he deeply despised Gao Weihu, obviously it was a bunch of donkey heads and horse noodles that you made, how could you pretend to be a ghost for others, this fat man seems to be quite shameless.

"You still dare to do it knowing that it's me, Gao Weihu, you're going to die, you're going to die. Zhao Zhiyuan said fiercely.

"It's so cheap, I'll kill you first. Gao Weihu looked ruthless, and swung the hammer and smashed it again.

As mouthfuls of blood foam spurted out, Zhao Zhiyuan's waving arms hung down weakly, and Gao Weihu was still angry, and hammered down several times, smashing the bones of his arms into several pieces. Zhao Zhiyuan let out a muffled snort and finally fainted.

Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan, who was paralyzed and almost all his bones were smashed and fell in a pool of blood, and then looked at the fat man next to him who was also covered in blood, but was even more murderous, everyone was silent, and his back was swishing cold.

What is called the horizontal afraid of being stunned, the stunned being afraid of dying, this is it.

"Let your mouth be cheap, let your mouth be cheap, why don't you speak?" Gao Weihu threw away the hammer, spat heavily, and scolded.

"My lord, is he from the right priest's family?" said one of his men cautiously.

"Nonsense, do you want to tell me?" Gao Weihu glared at him, then got up and scolded, "If you dare to come to Lao Tzu's territory to make trouble, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will beat him correctly, see if he is dead, send it back to the Zhao family if he is dead, and throw it out if he is not dead." ”

"The auction continues, whoever dares to make trouble again, Zhao Zhiyuan will be the end. After speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Zhiyuan again, and staggered towards the back hall.

Although he tried his best to overturn Zhao Zhiyuan, the gap in strength was there, and the injuries on his body were not light, if he hadn't relied on a fat body, he would have fallen down a long time ago.

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