Zhuo Fan ran the "insight" supernatural power to look.

He found that in Room 3, there were countless powerful formation energies slowly intertwining, blocking any line of sight.

You can vaguely see the formation.

There are several figures, sipping tea.

Zhuo Fan nodded, there was definitely a formation master in this No. 3 room.

Formations can be arranged anytime and anywhere.

In addition, in room 7, he saw a large group of black-clothed masked people covered in blood.

They were all covered in endless murderous aura.

The leader was an old man.

The ugly face, under the cover of the black hood, only revealed the hideous blood-red eyes.

In addition, in room 9, which is the most central, the largest area, and the best view, Zhuo Fan saw his old rival.

Xiao Ping!

After seeing him, Zhuo Fan's eyes were instantly filled with killing intent.

"Sure you're not dead yet?"

Not only did he not die, but he did not hide it at all, and he showed his face openly like this, which is really arrogant.

Seeing Zhuo Fan's inquiring gaze, Xiao Ping smiled coldly, and looked at Zhuo Fan with a gloomy gaze.

On his own neck, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Provocation!

Zhuo Fan's face does not change color.

After suffering himself once in "Nine Heavens of Thunder and Fire", he could still be resurrected, and he could only sigh that the strength of this world-destroying was really unfathomable.

But Zhuo Fan didn't believe it, he didn't pay the price.

Because Zhuo Fan received the spiritual power that Xiang Liu gave him after his death.

Therefore, the current Xiao Ping, even if he is reborn again, Zhuo Fan still does not take it seriously.

Put your hands together,

The thunder and fire in the palm of his hand lit up.

Zhuo Fan made a false movement and shook his hand towards Xiao Ping's room nine, and the other party's face changed instantly.

Instinctively take a step back.

Knocked over the coffee table.

The tea spilled a little, and the cup "clattered" and shattered all over the floor.

The thunder and fire flashed in mid-air, and a small firework exploded, which was very gorgeous, attracting the attention of many people in the venue.

At best, this is a fireworks that adds to the fun, and it is not lethal at all.

This made Xiao Ping's face very ugly.

was tricked by Zhuo Fan again!

Zhuo Fan was very satisfied with the effect of his fireworks, compared a middle finger to Xiao Ping, sat down for a long time, picked up the tea on the coffee table, and pretended to taste tea, but in fact he didn't drink a sip.

"Let you provoke Lao Tzu, do you know the end?"

In the ninth private room, Xiao Ping's face was about to drip blood.

Zhuo Fan used his instinctive fear of "Thunder and Fire Nine Heavens" to play himself? How bold!

However, in front of so many people, he couldn't have a seizure right away.

Can he celebrate because Zhuo Fan set off a fireworks, saying that the Ethereal Pavilion auction was successfully held? Fought with Zhuo Fan in the past?

Hold back your anger.

Xiao Ping sat down with gloomy eyes.

directly slapped the coffee table into pieces.

The frightened palace women around them were silent, and no one dared to come forward to speak.

The people around Zhuo Fan were also surprised, but more admired.

Surprised, they didn't expect Xiao Ping to be alive, especially Qi Ling, it was very unexpected, but she didn't look at him more, the bond between the two had been cut off by her, and there would be nothing to do with it in the future.

Who is Xiao Ping?

Sorry, don't recognize.

However, on the territory of other people's ethereal pavilions, she played Xiao Ping, which made her admire Zhuo Fan's scheming very much.

Courage and knowledge.

Bai Luochen smacked his lips and stared at Xiao Ping in astonishment.

"That's Sang-ryu?"

"Zhuo Fan, you are good enough, Lao Tzu admires you, you dare to even destroy the world, it's cool to mess with you!"

The criminal soldier didn't know who Xiang Liu was, what did it have to do with him, picked up the tea on the table, and poured it into his mouth, he was not afraid of poison or something, poisonous is better, and the more he drinks, the stronger he becomes.

Ryoru Reika wears a mask, can't see her expression, and has nothing to do with herself.

Lan Yichen felt that she had learned another trick, and she was eager to grow up quickly.

Zhuo Fan was speechless.

Except for Qi Ling, who is still normal, he is all freaks.

The scattered seats on the ninety-seventh floor were also densely packed with people, Zhuo Fan took a general look, and there were a few that attracted his attention.

The first is a woman wearing a delicate feather coat, with a graceful figure and unbelievable beauty.

Sitting indifferently on the sofa near the front row, Zhuo Fan paid attention to her because she was not wearing a mask and showed her true face, which not only attracted Zhuo Fan's attention, but also many male monks present looked at her frequently.

This woman is really naturally beautiful, and she is so beautiful that she is not as beautiful as she said, like a colorful lotus, giving people a noble and holy beauty.

It can be described as a stunning four.

But just being beautiful is not enough to attract Zhuo Fan's special attention, there are many beautiful women in the world, but there are also many vases.

What Zhuo Fan is concerned about is that the unique temperament exuded by this woman gives him a very special feeling, a sense of contradiction that makes people very close, but ashamed of himself.

Bai Luochen on the side was also surprised, and said: "I heard the name of Shenluo Fairy for a long time, but I didn't have a chance to see it, but I didn't expect to meet here, I can see Shenluo Fairy in this life, and I have no regrets in this life." ”

"Shenluo Fairy?"

When Zhuo Fan was surprised, Bai Luochen on the side came over, put his hand on Zhuo Fan's shoulder, and introduced mysteriously with a face: "This woman's name is Zhiyue Xin, her background is quite extraordinary, she is known as the second beauty in the Eastern Regions, the true disciple of the Seven Illusions Linglong Pavilion, the world's reputation, and the daughter of Shenluo." ”

Zhuo Fan nodded in agreement.

It's really beautiful, and I can't help but look at it twice.

Bai Luochen also looked squinting.

The two of them hooked their shoulders and peeked at the beautiful woman, which made Qi Ling very annoyed, and stepped forward, one of them hammered a big bag on his head.

Ariel Lan covered her mouth and snickered.

The criminal soldier was at a loss, "Is this thing delicious for women?" ”

Yulong said in his heart: "Is there beauty with me..."

was interrupted by Qi Ling to look at the beauty, Zhuo Fan had no choice but to rub the big bag on his head and look at another person.

It was a tall, thin monk with gray skin like rotten mud, sitting on the edge of the seat about the sixth row.

Although the man was extremely tall, he was as thin as a rib, and he was just a large skeleton supporting his loose clothes.

The eyes that are deeply sunken inward, glowing white like dead fish, will make people feel creepy when they look at anyone.

Rigid face, without the slightest hint of astonishing expression. The whole person sat there, and he couldn't even feel the breath of a living person.

If it weren't for the naked eye seeing that there was still a person sitting here, the vast majority of people would think that there was no one there at all.

What's even more surprising is that within a few meters of this person's body, there is a stinking smell of rot!

The smell was like the stench of rotten meat, which made people feel disgusting, and it was also highly corrosive and highly toxic, and the parts of the sofa under him that touched his body had been corroded to the point that they were not looking, and piles of yellow juice were flowing down the sofa, dripping on the ground, corroding into bubbling pits.

The woman in palace clothes who was in charge of serving on the side just showed a disgusted expression, and the man instantly grabbed her neck, bit her neck, and sucked it into a human...