"The tone is quite strong, but this is the location of several hall masters."

With a chuckle, the demon cultivator stood in front of him and chuckled.

Although he did not dare to look directly at Lu Fan, his smile on his face was already a little more mocking.

Lu Fan smiled, it would be strange if he could scare him.

Back then, when he was a part of the demon cultivator, Lu Fan was also the master of the Fifteenth Hall.

Before Lu Fan could speak, Senior Brother Han Feng next to him said in a muffled voice: "Is Xiaoxiao Hall Master worth mentioning it in front of me?"

Lu Fan glanced at Senior Brother Han Feng and almost chuckled.

Is Senior Brother Han Feng pretending at this time okay?

When the demon cultivator heard Han Feng's words, he was obviously stunned.

His pupils were dilated and his mouth was slightly opened, as if he could not believe it at all. These people were so brave. He didn't even take the master seriously.

With his eyes rolling, the demon cultivator turned around and left without saying a word.

It seems that standing with Lu Fan and others is dangerous.

Lu Fan smiled and said, "It seems that he thinks we are all crazy people who are desperate."

Behind him, Zuo Yundong smiled and said, "The madman among the demon cultivators, this is the real madman."

Huanyue said, "He must be thinking in his heart, where did this group of idiots come from, and even the master of the hall is not taken seriously. I'd better stay away from them."

Everyone laughed out loud.

Fortunately, there was a lot of noise around, but no one heard their conversation.

Even a few demon cultivators were very surprised why a group of blood-clothed deacons dared to sit in front.

But as their identities, they didn't dare to go up and talk. They could only watch from behind and snorted coldly from time to time.

I sat down and watched these deacons be killed by the hall masters later.

Half an hour passed, and the magic sacrifice had not officially begun.

However, there are more and more demon cultivators.

The demon cultivators who can come in are obviously at least capable.

After a while, Lu Fan saw at least dozens of real blood-clothed deacons walking in.

As soon as they came in, they stood on both sides in a regular manner. Ordinary demon cultivators dared not provoke them. But they were indeed not qualified to be on the bone chair in front.

Therefore, when these blood-clothed demon cultivators saw Lu Fan and others in front of the bone chair, they were all very surprised, and then whispered.

Lu Fan concentrated and held his breath, and could still hear their voices.

"Which deacon is this, looking for death like this."

"It's probably a group of newcomers who don't know the best. The first time I participated in the magic festival, I just found a place to sit."

"Gaga, after they are killed by the hall masters, I will take the body. Don't rob me of anyone, I'm missing a body recently."

"Why are they all yours? Whoever grabs these corpses will be who will be?"

......

Lu Fan smiled slightly, and these demon cultivators had already begun to discuss the belonging of their bodies.

I just don't know whose body will lie here later.

After waiting for a while, all the demon cultivators around suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, three men walked in. All the demon cultivators bent down. Some of them could not bend down and all lay on the ground.

"I have met the Lord of the Hall. I have met the Lord Demon Saint."

All the demon cultivators said in a trembling voice.

Lu Fan did not respond when he heard the word "The Lord of the Hall" but immediately his expression changed slightly when he heard the word "The Lord of Demon Saint".

Han Feng and others also changed their faces at the same time, but were covered by the wide blood robe, which was difficult for others to see.

Lowering his voice, Han Feng said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, why did the Demon Saint come here?"

Lu Fan shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't know.

But he was ready to take action. Could it be that the demon cultivators have found his traces and followed him all the way?

Among the three, the one who stood in front was obviously a demon saint.

He looked heroic, wearing a warrior uniform with purple dragon pattern, which was properly cut to highlight his handsome face.

The blood-red collar was inserted into the waist. The sword was narrow and made of white bones seemed to be stained with countless blood, which made it look like it was so bloody.

The most noteworthy thing is that there is a tail behind him, which is like a scorpion-shaped, with poisonous stings, slightly raised, and the poisonous needle reflects the light.

His face was slightly pale, his fingers were slender, and his nails were pitch black. The man nodded and said, "Don't call me Lord Demon Saint, I want me Lord Xue Sheng, do you understand?"

The demon cultivators around him should be.

After a pause, Xue Sheng continued, "I passed by here by chance and came in and took a look. Now I'll inform you about something. Today, a person broke into Chen's country. According to our investigation, this person is the famous Extreme Martial Master, Lu Fan. He has no idea about his purpose in Chen's country. But he is definitely not here to visit. You must lighten my eyes. Once you find Lu Fan's traces, report to me immediately. Anyone who can help me find Lu Fan can be allowed to enter the magic pool, eat a good pot of magic pills, find a top-quality witch, and by the way, you can also be a comfortable hall master."

The eyes of the demon cultivators lit up.

For them, such a reward can only be described as rich.

Senior Brother Han Feng sent a message and said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, the price is a bit low. I remember that the bounty of the demon cultivator was not very high."

Lu Fan smiled slightly and signaled Senior Brother Han Feng not to speak and continue listening.

Xue Sheng glanced around, then clapped his hands and said, "Okay, everything will continue. If you want to find someone, the demon sacrifice will be opened. The person in charge is in charge. Let him start quickly. I'm in a hurry."

Xue Sheng said and walked forward.

With two hall masters, he saw Lu Fan and others at a glance.

The two hall masters also discovered something was wrong at this time. Why are there a group of blood-clothed deacons here?

Immediately, a hall master stepped forward and pointed at Lu Fan and said, "Give it to me..."

Before he could finish his words, his soul was directly injured, and he hugged his head and began to roll on the ground.

"It hurts. It hurts."

Lu Fan didn't even look at Xue Sheng behind him, and smiled and said, "Scorpion, why are you here to sit, why are you standing here?"

When Xue Sheng heard Lu Fan's voice, he frowned.

Only then did he realize that Lu Fan was outstanding, and that powerful soul power was not something that anyone could possess.

On the ground, the lord, who was hurt by Lu Fan's soul, got up and wanted to scold Lu Fan.

But Xue Sheng kicked away directly, with a smile on his face, Xue Sheng looked at Lu Fan and said, "You know me."

Lu Fan said lightly: "It's not a question of knowing each other. I just know it, so I don't need to invite you."

As he said that, Lu Fan made a gesture of asking him to sit down.

Xue Sheng became more and more curious. Who is this person?

This level of cultivation is obviously impossible to be just a small blood-clothed deacon.

The technique he used just now was obviously a killer move among demon cultivators, which was to seize the soul and destroy the soul.

Xue Sheng smiled, suppressed his temperament and sat down next to Lu Fan.

Countless demon cultivators around, including those who just believed that Lu Fan would definitely die, were watched in shock, and Xue Sheng and Lu Fan sat quietly together.

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