At this time, Ding Meilan looked at Qin Hao with a cold face.

Qin Hao did not kneel down, but instead saved Mr. Meng, which made her very regretful.

But she didn't think this was a good thing.

Because Mr. Meng has been abolished.

And it has become a burden.

With Mr. Meng, Qin Hao was even more reluctant to fight.

Especially, if she read it correctly just now, Qin Hao seemed to be injured by Master Fu Ba's slap in order to save Mr. Meng.

So... Qin Hao's combat power is even worse than before.

In her opinion, Qin Hao and the others will soon lose.

And Qin Hao... will die soon.

"right!"

Li Fengjun also reacted and nodded directly.

He looked at Qin Hao, his face also had a ferocious feeling.

Qin Hao!

You won't live long!

Qin Hao!

I see how you seek revenge on me!

...

On the other side.

Fu Mingshuo held a blood-colored spear and came to Fu Laoba with a soothing sound.

He looked at Fu Laoba's shoulders, looked nervous, and said, "Grandpa Ba, are you okay?"

At this time, he was still a little confused.

Just now, he saw Qin Hao's knees slowly bent down, and he thought Qin Hao had surrendered.

After all, Qin Hao handed over the ring and Tianhuang Sword before.

From this we can see... Qin Hao cares about Mr. Meng.

In order to save Qin Hao, Qin Hao must be willing to do anything.

Therefore, it is not impossible for Qin Hao to kneel down for Mr. Meng.

So he laughed with joy.

He felt very comfortable inside.

However, he did not expect that there would be a shocking change.

He didn't expect... Qin Hao would dare to launch an attack at this critical moment.

And that nine-colored divine light was so fast.

If it weren't for his eighth grandfather just now, he would probably have been split in half by the nine-color divine light.

But... he didn't expect that his eighth grandfather would lose an arm because of this.

Fu Laoba took out a pill and swallowed it directly.

At the same time, he took out a small bottle, opened the cap, poured out some medicine powder, sprinkled it on the wound on his shoulder, and then asked someone to come over to bandage the wound.

After doing this, he looked at Qin Hao with his eyes extremely cold.

"Grandpa Eight, what was the nine-color divine light just now?" Fu Mingshuo asked.

Fan Si and others also looked at Fu Laoba curiously.

They also want to know...what is that nine-color divine light.

Why is it so powerful?

Fu Laoba pursed his lips and said, "I don't know either."

Just now, he just felt a trace of inexplicable crisis, and then he saw a nine-color divine light shooting out from Qin Hao and slashing towards Fu Mingshuo.

He was shocked and instantly pushed Fu Mingshuo away.

But he didn't expect that he would lose an arm.

However, even so, he still couldn't think of what Qin Hao's nine-color divine light was.

"I think there must be some powerful Xuan soldiers on him."

Fan Si, who was beside him, said coldly.

As he said that, he looked at Qin Hao, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Fu Laoba nodded and said, "It's very likely."

Fu Mingshuo turned his head and looked at Qin Hao with a gloomy face, saying, "I didn't expect that this son-in-law would actually hide other luck?"

At this time, his inner hatred for Qin Hao became deeper.

Because his eighth grandfather lost an arm because of Qin Hao.

"It's really hateful to ask him to save Mr. Meng!"

Fu Mingshuo's face was full of reluctance.
Chapter completed!