This time, the person in charge of the Ghost City law enforcement officer personally made the judgment of victory or defeat!

It slowly landed on the ring and looked at Fu Yang meaningfully.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The sharp sword in Fu Yang's hand pressed against Wu Jian's heart, and he felt refreshed and had a clear mind.

"It feels so fucking to be pretending in public!"

He thought to himself.

As soon as the battle ended, this guy was no longer in a good state. Fortunately, he was still serious on the surface and shouted at Wu Jian.

"You... want to kill me, then. Why do you have to humiliate me like this? Laoshan disciples, don't be humiliated! Cough cough..." Wu Jian finally glared at Fu Yang fiercely and said something.

"Oh? So you kid can still talk. I thought I was too awesome and had too strong spells, which made you mute."

Fu Yang deliberately joked and mocked him, and Wu Jian was so angry that he vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood.

"Despicable villain!"

"Thank you for your praise. I have never said that I am a gentleman. In this world, a villain can live happily. Don't you understand? To be honest, in my opinion, Laoshan is no big deal. Isn't it just a broken mountain? Any ordinary person can visit by buying a ticket..."

Wu Jian was too lazy to talk to him. He closed his eyes and turned his head.

Just want to die!

Fu Yang crossed the sword and gently patted his face with the sword body: "What's wrong with saying you? Damn it, if you didn't want to steal my gourd, could you beat it like this? I just wore new clothes for a week, and now I'm worse than the refugees from Ethiopia!"

As he said that, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high above his head, and stabbed Wu Jian's head with force...

"Are you dead like this? Well, it's good to go to the underworld to visit. Maybe you can get into an underworld official. You just want to let down your master's high hopes..."

Wu Jian looked at Fu Yang holding up the magic sword, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

He was not afraid, but felt ashamed of his master's cultivation.

call!!!

With a clanging sound.

The extremely sharp steel magic sword almost stroked against his cheek, and then the tip of the sword pierced into the stone arena. It only cut off a few hairs, leaving a bloody sword mark on his cheek...

"Coward! I'm still a core disciple of Laoshan. Damn it and you'll cry after scaring you. You're not a man!"

Fu Yang inserted the magic sword into the ground of the arena next to Wu Jian's head, shook his head and turned around, preparing to step down to find Ah Huang and Master Xiong.

Wu Jian waited for a long time, but he did not notice the coming of death, and then he heard Fu Yang's words in his ears.

Opening my eyes, I only saw his leaving back. Although it was a little shaking, it looked tall and calm...

"He didn't kill me?"

Wu Jian looked at the magic sword inserted in the ring next to him, and his mood was very complicated.

"Maybe...I'm really wrong? The master also said that I'm too arrogant..."

At this moment, this proud Laoshan disciple who has been smooth sailing since childhood and lives in praise finally truly reflects on himself for the first time!

Fu Yang walked off the ring step by step.

Ah Huang, Xiong Master, Feng Shu could not wait long ago, so he rushed towards him.

"Look! So awesome! I knew you were so angry, so proud!"

Ah Huang spread his arms outrageously, wanting to hug him.

"Uh... I'm very awesome. But my hang is fine, but I won't explode." This guy still has the strength to joke, which means he is not seriously injured.

The round Mr. Xiong jumped up and punched Fu Yang in the knee, humming in anger.

"You guy just let him go? Mom, what a big tail wolf, you..."

"You bastard, Mr. Xiong! My knee hurts so much."

Fu Yang complained, pinched Mr. Xiong's belly, and showed a sly smile: "I don't plan to kill him. After all, this guy is a disciple of Laoshan, and he is in full view of everyone. After killing him, he will suffer endless troubles. But the crime of death can be avoided, and the crime of living cannot be escaped. Master Xiong, aren't you the best at living..."

The fat cat was stunned, and then his eyes were filled with ecstasy light!

"My grass! Boy Fu, you are so sarcastic, but I like it. I'm going!"

After saying that, this guy took Feng Shu and ran towards the ring...

At this time, Wu Jian had already recovered a little.

After swallowing a special "recovery pill" made in Laoshan, he was able to sit cross-legged and adjust his injuries through Taoist breathing.

In just one more hour, he will be able to recover 30% of his mana. At that time, he will leave the ghost market and return to the luxury hotel suite in the city to rest.

Suddenly, a humble voice sounded nearby...

"If you want it, Chek! A set of ten kilograms of catfish! Oh no, there is no catfish like this, which is the favorite food and weapon... I'm really sorry."

Wu Jian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a slightly fat ghost soldier following behind a black and white panda, walking towards him together.

No! This is not a panda, this is the pet cat demon who fought with me for life and death just now!

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart, and he quickly spoke, "What do you... want to do?! Your master has said that he is equal to me and will not pursue it."

Master Xiong suddenly became furious!

"Grass-Must Horse! I am Fu's mentor. Do you know the mentor? It's a pet of yarn!"

It was furious, its two furry short legs bounced itself up, and the flesh on its belly was shaking and shaking. It could be seen with thick cat hair.

"Boy Fu said he would let you go, but he wouldn't care if he didn't kill you, Mr. Xiong! Boy Laoshan, do you know that your disaster is coming!"

Wu Jian frowned: "What do you want?"

A trace of evil flashed in Mr. Xiong's eyes. He waved his hand. Feng Shu, who had been in the wasteland in the distance, had just been fiddling with something. He was holding something carefully...

"Xiao Wuzi, there are no catfish in this wilderness. So how about we change to cactus?"

Feng Shupiao approached and placed a wild cactus as thick as a baby's arm next to Mr. Xiong. The clusters of spikes on it were very scary!

Immortal...Cactus?!

Wu Jian finally understood completely, and the sweat on his forehead was immediately brushed out.

He even ignored meditation and healed his wounds, and tried his best to cover his hands behind his butt, trying to escape.

However, now he is weaker than ordinary people and cannot escape at all.

He could only scream in extreme horror: "No! I don't want it. You bastard cat demon, you can't treat me like this... No, cactus can't be! Ah! Ah......"

"Hehehe... If you say you don't want it, then I, Mr. Xiong, aren't you very embarrassed?"

So evil things began to happen...

But no one has paid attention to this place anymore.

In the hearts of people in the supernatural circle, the loser in the life-and-death battle in the ghost market will lose everything - including life and soul!

Now that martial arts sword can save a life is a great good fortune. It is the kind-hearted boy of the folk cultivator. No one cares about anything else...

On the other hand, while talking to Ah Huang, Fu Yangzheng took Huang Chengcheng's gourd from the unwilling stall owner under the supervision of the boss of the law enforcement officer in the ghost market.

This strange gourd, this "virtual spirit weapon" that everyone considers to be useless, was finally obtained by Fu Yang!

He sighed in his heart: "It's really hard to go through this thing!"

As soon as Fu Yang's hand touched the gourd, he immediately felt like blood was connected!
Chapter completed!