Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

"Elder Qing, that thing doesn't belong to you, you'd better hand it over obediently!" The suzerain of Diyan Sect also sneered.

Hearing this, Elder Qing sneered, playing tricks, and immediately took out a box from the ring, raised it and said, "There is only one Yin-Yang Profound Dragon Pill, who should I give it to?"

"Hehe, Elder Qing, this trick of yours has long been outdated." Fan Yao chuckled, and immediately said to the Suzerain of the Diyan Sect: "Brother Li, this sect keeps what it says, as long as the seventh-grade Yin-Yang Dragon Profound Pill is available at the auction Everything else is yours."

In order to show his sincerity, Fan Lao also specially asked Fan Ling to hand over the ring containing the auction items, and threw it to the suzerain of Diyanzong.

"Listen to Brother Fan's arrangement." Di Yanzong's suzerain took Na Jie and handed it to a Dou Huang next to him, telling him to leave first.

Apparently, the suzerain of Diyanzong was also afraid that Fan Lao would go back on his word.

After the people around took it, they left in a hurry.

Fan Tuo didn't stop him, but a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

old fox.

Seeing this, Chen Mo frowned, and quickly asked Hai Bodong to chase after him.

When did these villains get so smart?

Down below, Elder Qing's heart sank, and her countermeasure failed, so her fate can be imagined.

Thinking of the end, Elder Qing's beautiful face suddenly became ferocious, tightly holding the box containing the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill in his hand, the fighting spirit in his body surged out, and said coldly: "Old ghost Fan, even if I destroy it , and won’t give it to you.”

"Boom!" Fan Yao's forward steps suddenly stopped, his eyes looked at Elder Qing as if he was about to kill, and then he smiled sullenly: "If you dare to destroy it, you will not only be played by this sect, but also by this sect." I will throw you to my subordinates to play with, if you can hold on and not die, this sect will throw you to Heyuan again."

Even a man would shudder subconsciously when he heard such horrifying words, but Elder Qing seemed to have thought of what would happen after being caught.

The surging dou qi devoured the box in his hand.

"Dare!" Fan Yao didn't expect Elder Qing to be so courageous, and suddenly shot out.

However, with his current distance, it is obviously impossible to stop it.

At this moment, a black shadow flew by, and with the sawdust flying, a pill the size of a longan was caught in the black shadow's hand.

"Who?" Elder Qing and Fan Lao both changed their expressions.

The black shadow landed on a fast horse, with both feet on the horse's back, watching everyone staring at him, the black shadow calmly put the pill into the ring.

The black shadow is Chen Mo.

Chen Mo thought to himself, it's a good thing I shot quickly, otherwise the Yin-Yang Dragon Profound Pill would be gone, all of them didn't follow the script.

Watching the black shadow ignoring himself and the others, and putting the elixir into the ring, Fan Lao's face darkened: "Who is your Excellency?"

"The dead don't need to know who I am." Chen Mo said hoarsely.

Following Chen Mo's voice fell.

Swish.

Several blood sect warriors beside Fan Ling immediately spurted blood from their necks and fell to the ground dead.

Several figures covered in black robes like Chen Mo flashed down.

"I can't detect the breath." Fan Lao was startled, he couldn't detect the breath of several people.

He felt that there was a ghost, these people Chen Mo had given them to practice the Qi Containing Technique.

Elder Qing's beautiful eyes flickered, and she seemed to realize that things had turned around.

Fan Ling's face changed, and he approached Fan Yao, staring fixedly at the figure on the horse, feeling a little familiar in his heart.

Not only Fan Ling, but also the elderly who accompanied Fan Ling to the auction.

The suzerain of the Diyan Sect felt a bit stunned, the tone of this mysterious man was not kind.

"Your Excellency's tone is too loud." Hearing Soi Ying's arrogant words, Fan Lao's expression sank, and a wave of blood-colored fighting spirit gushed out from his body, covering his whole body.

Obviously, Fan Lao sensed a hint of danger from the black shadow.

"Hehe." Chen Mo continued with a hoarse voice, and sneered, "If you can catch me, then I'll let you go."

At this remark, there was an uproar in the audience.

Even in Elder Qing's twinkling beautiful eyes, I was surprised, and murmured: "It seems that the tone is indeed a bit louder."

Fan Lao's face was ashen, he didn't take himself seriously at all, and immediately said angrily: "Okay, okay, then let this sect come to learn about your master's tricks."

After speaking, the figure burst out.

"A mere Dou Huang dares to call himself the sect!" Chen Mo sneered: "The Heavenly Emperor's Xuanlei Seal!"

A handprint was taken.

next moment.

"Ding, kill the Nine-Star Douhuang and get 8600 luck points."

With the sound of the explosion, Fan Lao's figure dissipated between the sky and the earth.

"Gollum."

The people present, counting one by one, all had their throats rolling up and down, and couldn't help swallowing.

Killing the Nine Star Dou Huang with one move, the strength of that black shadow, isn't it the Dou Zong.