Caught off guard, the obese woman was directly pierced by a pair of red iron palms.
An incredible look appeared on her face and she looked blankly at her chest.
I can't figure out why I was caught.
The red-haired short man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a look of surprise and doubt, and he slowly pulled out his hand.
Then he turned his head and looked at Xia Tian: "Boy, where did you learn the body movement of changing your shadow? Could it be that you have something to do with Shenxing Sect?"
"I haven't heard of any Shenxing Sect's Ghost Sect."
Xia Tian yawned lazily, "Anyway, you old idiot will die soon."
The short red-haired man grinned, his eyes full of cruelty. He threw the fat woman to the ground like trashing garbage, and said to Xia Tian: "Boy, don't you think you can escape by just pointing out the trick of changing your shape?"
President Hua looked at the red-haired short man with a little dissatisfaction: "Hey, you killed my person for no reason, don't you plan to give me an explanation?"
"If you kill such a waste, you will kill him. What should I do?"
The short red-haired man stared at President Hua coldly, "I have killed too many times back then, and no one has ever dared to ask me for any explanation."
President Hua said coldly: "I know who you are, but if you dare to touch a hair of my hair, believe it or not, you will soon be killed by Elder Xue on the spot."
"Well, do you still have a relationship with Lao Mo Xue?"
The red-haired short man showed a look of confusion in his eyes, so he turned his head to look at Dai Qianqiu: "Hey, is he true?"
Dai Qianqiu was actually not sure, but he would rather believe in such a thing than not, so he said, "Don't worry about him, kill Xia Tian and that woman first, so we can go back and explain to the elder."
"Okay."
The red-haired short man was a little unhappy. According to his youthful temperament, he should have killed everyone present.
Now that people are old, they have endured the "benefit" of the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, so they have to obey the orders of the Snow Mountain Sect.
"Since that's the case, you trash will get out with your people immediately, don't delay me from doing things."
The short red-haired man scolded President Hua with contempt.
This was the first time that President Hua was called so vulgarly, and his anger gushed in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.
After all, if this person really kills Xia Tian, it will be of great benefit to him.
The masked man was still angry, but he still stepped back to the side of the room under the gesture of President Hua's eyes.
As for Su Mengli, I don’t know when it disappeared.
"I have been practicing hard for decades when I was in seclusion on the snow-capped mountains. The Red Blood Pressure Mountain Palm that I used to be has now been perfect."
The short man of the red straits slowly approached Xia Tian, about ten steps away, and said arrogantly: "Putting through the golden and cracked stone is just a matter of randomness. As long as I have a hair of palm, even if you hide behind the mountain in the distance, you can still smash your head with one palm."
Xia Tian said a little impatiently: "No matter what kind of chicken feet and duck feet you want, just beat them quickly. If you don't beat them, go to death. Don't talk nonsense."
"snort!"
The red-haired short man showed an unpleasant look on his face, and suddenly activated his palms and slapped the void.
"Crack!"
A series of explosions sounded in the air, and the palm energy was like a lightning bolt, and it suddenly jumped over ten steps and hit Xia Tian.
Xia Tian just flashed for a moment and took Ning Ruirui to avoid the attack.
"Bang!"
However, a long tunnel was suddenly blasted out of the ground where Xia Tian was standing, which shows how powerful this palm is.
"Hmph, see how many times you can hide!"
The red-haired short man didn't know how to do it. He immediately chased Xia Tian and Ning Ruirui, his palms were like shadows, and he kept rushing over.
His palms were hit faster and faster, and they became redder, as if two iron plates were burned. When the heat was hit, it made a deafening explosion.
It was a good villa, but the red-haired short man beat him up in just a few seconds.
"Acting Lord, are you sure this person can kill Xia Tian?"
President Hua looked at the scene and couldn't help but frown. He didn't feel sorry for the villa, but he was just a little suspicious.
Dai Qianqiu said lightly: "Old Hou is the highest-level guest minister in the worship hall, and can be compared with the Great Elder.
Xia Tian is just a clown with some skills, killing him is easy.
It’s just that Mr. Hou is getting excited now and doesn’t want to lose toys too early.”
"It's better."
For some reason, President Hua felt a little uneasy, but he ordered the masked man, "If the situation is wrong later, we will all go together and we must kill Xia Tian.
If he is let go, there will be endless troubles.”
Dai Qianqiu knew that this was actually saying to him, but he was a little disdainful in his heart. It was just that it was important, and it was not good to really put all his hopes on Hou Guping. So he called a few white-robed disciples and whispered a few orders to check for shortcomings and make up for leaks just in case.
However, after arriving at this villa, Dai Qianqiu had already made a triple scoop. No matter whether Xia Tian wanted to escape from the world or the underground, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape.
On the other hand, the red-haired short man became more and more excited, and the blood in his palm became thicker, and the power of the explosion was naturally stronger.
Opposite him, there was already thick smoke rolling, and no one could see.
Even if there are people, most of them will not be able to escape death.
The villa was also bombed into bottomless pits.
"Hahaha, you guys keep hiding and avoiding!"
It has been a long time since the red-haired short man could indulge in a reckless manner.
More than 60 years ago, after he was rescued by the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, he said that he was invited to the mountain to be a guest minister, but in fact he was imprisoned as a proxy.
Over the years, he has gradually become a murderous demon and has been demolished and turned into a mentally crazy psychopath.
It’s easy to go down the mountain once, so you have to vent it.
Dai Qianqiu didn't stop him. Anyway, he only wanted Xia Tian's life, and he didn't care about other things at all.
Not to mention a villa, even if this red-haired madman leveled all the snow-capped mountains outside the Great Snow Peak, he wouldn't care.
"Hey, Hou Guping, have you vented enough?"
President Hua couldn't help it anymore, "What's the result?"
If there is no one on the other side, wouldn’t you be storming into the void?”
"You know nothing!"
The red-haired short man still kept thrusting his hands, "As soon as my divine palms are blasted out, there will be an invisible barrier that no one can break.
As long as the palm power is constantly strong, they are like being suppressed by mountains and cannot move at all, so I can't kill them!"
"I think you shouldn't be too happy too early, it's better to check it out."
President Hua was not very happy because he remembered what happened to Bai Qianxiao before, and he also felt that Xia Tian must have been killed by the bomb, but it was cloudy by Xia Tian.
The short red-haired man was furious, and his hair stood up like a spike: "You are doubting my strength, then you can eat me!"
As he said that, he clapped his palms before President Hua could defend himself.
"Are you huh?"
President Hua just opened his mouth, and suddenly it seemed like a mountain was pressing against his chest. He instantly held his anger back, and his bones all over his body were clattering, as if he would be crushed at any time.
"puff!"
President Hua suddenly spit out a mouthful of pain and immediately dodged away.
Then, a huge pit was suddenly blasted out from the ground where he was standing.
"It's so terrifying?"
President Hua couldn't help but feel scared and never dared to underestimate this short red-haired man again.
The red-haired short man indeed showed a proud look on his face, and he laughed: "I am now very successful in my palm technique, but my true energy is only 50% of the previous ones.
If you were young, you would have been torn to pieces now."
President Hua said silly: "It turns out that he is a master. I offended him, so forgive me."
"Hmph, boy, you should feel grateful."
The short red-haired man closed his palms, but his blood still had not dissipated. "I am in a good mood now and I am too lazy to argue with you."
Dai Qianqiu smiled and said, "Old Hou is naturally a master among the masters, otherwise how could my Snow Mountain Sect use a large amount of resources to worship him?"
The short red-haired man was a little unhappy when he heard this, but he did not reveal it directly.
The masked man felt a little unreal and murmured: "Is Xia Tian dead like that?"
"Boy, do you also want to try the power of my Red Blood Divine Palm?"
The short red-haired man looked over with cold eyes, and the masked man was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't mean that."
"This summer, it's just about knowing medical skills, kung fu, and body skills."
The red-haired short man snorted and then pretended: "What's so great? In front of my divine palm, there are nothing more than a native chicken and a tile dog."
"Not to mention him, even if his master Wan Guiren is here, he will just kill him with one palm."
"In Xuecheng, there is only the leader of the sect, and the current elder, Old Demon Xue, can make me respect three points, and everyone else is selling first."
As he said that, he looked at Dai Qianqiu with contempt: "No matter how you say that you are the master of the sect, how can you be so weak as if you are a dog?
I will use this kind of waste to show you what kind of eyes you are like!"
The red-haired short man was wearing a pussy, but he found that the other people looked at him in a wrong way.
Since he did not amaze his extraordinary magical skills, he did not show a sense of awe, but an unspeakable doubt and fear.
However, he clearly felt that this fear had nothing to do with him.
It's more like it comes from behind him. Hmm?
Behind?
"Who do you say is the waste?"
At this time, a lazy voice sounded.
What is this sound?
Summer! How is that possible! There is absolutely no one in this world who can survive under my divine palm! No one! I want to see who is making fun of me! The red-haired short man snorted coldly, and when he wanted to turn his head to see, his head suddenly fell to the ground.