Super Great Fortune Teller

At this time, the only uninjured right arm of the blood tower appeared a light golden light in the challenge arena.

In the crisis of life and death, part of the memory in the blood tower awakened.

Wang Qian's eyes widened.

When he saw the blood tower with pure Xuanmen big fingerprints, Wang Qian only felt the world in front of him was a blur.

"Ha ha! Do you remember Xuanmen's fingerprints? Ha ha ha Chen Wushuang sneers scornfully.

"Come on, I'd like to see how powerful Xuanmen's fingerprints are!"

Pop!

Chen Wushuang slapped the monk on the bald head.

"Xuan Door Big... " The monk can't say the whole thing.

Wang Qian only felt his whole body shaking.

Beside Wang Qian, Wang lin'er looks at Wang Qian's reaction strangely.

"What's the matter with you? Wang Qian Wang lin'er said with concern.

However, Wang Qian's state was extremely terrible.

The eyes become red with blood.

In the challenge arena, Chen Wushuang put his hands on the blood tower. He saw that the golden flesh of the blood tower began to shrivel, and the vitality slowly entered the doors.

Chen Wushuang waved his hand and the door disappeared.

In his hand, the long sword stabs the blood tower.

The audience all showed a look of regret.

For nothing else, just because the fighting between the practitioners is too fast.

For the practitioners, the level of war slave is weaker than the mole ant. That is to say, this blood tower has persisted for more than one minute. In exchange for other war slaves, they could not hold on for a minute.

"Stop it

Just as Chen Wushuang's sword was about to stab the blood tower, a voice and people appeared under the stage.

All the people heard the sound and felt their hearts tremble.

Chen Wushuang also looked in the direction of the sound.

When he saw that it was a man wearing a gold mask, Chen Wushuang didn't care and would stab him with a sword.

Wang Qian took a deep breath. He knew that he could not be impulsive at this time.

The monk is in a bad state now. Once the sword goes down, the monk's body will be completely scrapped.

At that time, it will be too late for Wang Qian to make up for it.

The tip of the sword approached the monk inch by inch.

Chen Wushuang looks at the guy with the golden mask with great irony.

"Don't you win the blood tower? Boy, I want you to watch me kill the blood Tower! Ha ha ha Chen Wushuang had a good laugh.

Here, he doesn't need to sell anyone's face.

Wang Qian was still shouting: "stop! There's something to discuss. "

"You can fight me!" Wang Qian yelled: "as long as you let him go, I'll fight you!"

The voice fell and the room was still.

Everyone looked in the direction of Wang Qian.

There are also some people who know how to practice the skill of looking at Qi. These people see that there is no trace of a practitioner on Wang Qian, and they even want to challenge Chen Wushuang on the stage. Is this practitioner?

And Wang Luobai in the private room was very excited.

He was worried about how to deal with Wang Qian. At this time, he saw that the man beside Wang lin'er wanted to fight with Chen Wushuang. He quickly opened the loudspeaker in the private room and said, "master Wushuang, please teach him a lesson and satisfy his wish!"

"Yes! Master matchless, I think this guy doesn't pay attention to you! "

Those rich businessmen under the challenge arena were agitated at that time.

At this time, they are all watching the excitement, and they don't think it's too big.

As for the real black market controller, Wang Mukun frowned when he saw this scene.

Chen Wushuang didn't want to pay any attention to Wang Qian.

"Mole ant, how do you know this monster?" Chen Wushuang looks at Wang Qian with disdain.

"Why, don't you dare to fight?" Wang Qian said lightly.

At this time, Chen Wushuang's sword tip is less than 10 cm away from the monk's platform.

Even if Wang Qian suddenly launched this kind of distance, I'm afraid it's too late.

If you open the twelve thunder gate, you will expose your accomplishments.

"What kind of bloody demon door, someone dare not answer the challenge?"

"Ha ha, the blood demon sect only dares to attack the weak."

"It's better for the leader of the blood demon sect to hand over the seal of the leader. How about I take charge of the blood demon sect?"

Everyone was shocked and looked at Wang Qian, thinking that this guy is crazy.

"Kill! Come on, let's see how the people of the blood demon sect fight against the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled! " Wang Qian said in a loud voice.

"Mole ant Say it again Chen Wushuang looks at Wang Qian angrily.

It's obvious that Chen Wushuang's eyes are already angry with Wang Qian's words of exterminating the blood demon.Chen Wushuang stares at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian said with a sneer: "what you asked me to say is that the blood demon sect is a garbage sect! This kind of garbage sect will only attack this kind of worthless war slave! "

Chen Wushuang is not a fool. He can see Wang Qian's intention to save the war slave.

However, at this time, he hated Wang Qian more than the monk.

The bloody tip of the sword gradually moved away from the monk's platform.

"I have to say, boy, you successfully angered me. I'll wait for you to come on stage."

While speaking, Chen Wushuang looked up in the direction of the private room.

In a private room upstairs, there are two blood demon elders and Wang Mukun of the Wang family.

Wang Luobai knew that his chance was near. He opened the door of his private room and wanted to find his second uncle, Wang Mukun, to make it clear.

However, as soon as he opened the door of the private room, Wang Luobai found that he didn't know who put a green hat on the door.

His name was written on the top of the green hat.

"What

Wang Luobai was shaking all over.

Who else can do this except Wang Qian? He threw the green hat on the ground and went to a private room.

"Second uncle! The guy who follows Wang lin'er is going to compete on stage. I How about we just satisfy him? Although this guy has some skills, he is definitely not the opponent of Chen Wushuang! "

"Second uncle, let elder martial brother Chen Wushuang control him! So that he may know the end of offending me! "

Wang Mukun looked at the two elders again.

One of the elders of the blood demon sect raised his head with endless evil spirit in his red pupil: "what's the origin of the young man around Wang lin'er? Why does he want to save the blood tower?"

Wang Mukun shook his head: "I don't know. He wore a mask when he came in."

"However, I heard that Wang lin'er and a geomantic master have been very close recently."

"Oh? Is he the feng shui master? Hum, it seems that I know the blood tower. " Red eye old man nodded: "well, I blood demon door no problem, want to let Chen Wushuang hand then hand."

With that, the man took a sip of tea and put down the cup without much care.

Wang Mukun nodded.

Later, the other big men in the other rooms all agreed.

Several people's opinions were conveyed.

At this time, the host wiped his forehead sweat.

That pretty face also showed excited look.