Among the three people, there was a young man in the center, with his arms folded across his chest, a weed in his mouth, and an eagle-like monster standing on his shoulders.
On the left is an old man with strange tattoos on his body, his eyes are fierce and cold, showing a murderous aura.
On the right is a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. His hair is bald, leaving only a ring of hair around him, and he looks arrogant.
"Kong Xuan, what's the use of calling so many people here?" the middle-aged man said with a proud face and a smile.
Fu Kongxuan was dressed in a leopard print outfit, which highlighted her figure with wild lust, and said angrily: "The Crystal Palace was built with my hard work. It is not the property of the Fu family. You are not qualified to occupy it."
"Actually, you have nothing to do with the Fu family before." The middle-aged man said leisurely: "This Crystal Palace actually belongs to you personally, but..."
Having said this, the middle-aged man laughed and said proudly: "After all, your surname is Fu, so it is natural for me to take back this Crystal Palace on behalf of the Fu family."
"Thank you for your words, you are so shameless." Fu Kongxuan's eyes were red and he said angrily.
"Haha, Kong Xuan, you are still young after all, and you still have a long way to go in the future." The middle-aged man smiled proudly, narrowed his eyes into thin slits, and said coldly: "I will give you free money today.
Last lesson, it is simply impossible for you to truly break away from the Fu family."
"Okay, you guys talk a lot of nonsense." The young man with an eagle-like monster standing on his shoulders said at this moment: "Fu Tianming, this Crystal Palace belongs to you."
As he said that, the young man glanced at Fu Kongxuan and Meng Niantong, especially the attractiveness of their graceful figures, and said, "They belong to me."
The gambling saint was shocked and said angrily: "As long as I am here, you can't hurt them."
"Old guy, I spared your life just now. If you don't know what's good, don't blame me for killing you." The young man glanced at the Gambler with disdain and said with disdain: "You should have heard of my methods in Wanyao Mountain."
The gambling saint's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of determination in his angry eyes, "Even if you die, I won't let you succeed!"
The young man laughed and said: "If that's the case, then you die!"
As he said that, the eagle-like monster on the young man's shoulder suddenly fluttered its wings, waved its sharp claws, and launched a scream that broke through the air, and rushed towards the Gambling Saint.
Everyone's expressions changed in shock. They had seen the other side's ruthless methods before, especially the ferocity of this eagle-like monster.
The giant wings of the eagle-like monster spread out, and a sudden strong wind swept across it, blowing many people in the Crystal Palace into pieces.
The vicious and bloody evil aura spread instantly.
The gambling saint looked determined, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward tragically, using all his strength to activate the true energy in his body, hoping to fight to the death with this eagle-like monster.
Meng Niantong and Fu Kongxuan looked sad and angry.
Although Meng Niantong's cultivation strength is stronger than that of Gambling Saint, his cultivation level has reached the first level of Nine Qi.
However, Meng Niantong was poisoned and unable to use his power. Now he can only rely on the Gambling Saint.
Seeing that the gambling saint was about to die under the sharp claws of this eagle-like monster, a slight cough suddenly sounded.
This cough was very soft, but like lightning, it spread throughout the entire hall in an instant.
The ferocious and sturdy eagle-like monster suddenly lost its center of gravity and lost all momentum as if it was struck by lightning.
The Gambling Saint was surprised and delighted. He quickly slapped his palms hard and landed on the chest and abdomen of the eagle-like monster like lightning.
boom!
The eagle-like monster was a Dan-level monster with a strong physical body. However, after receiving this blow from the Gambling Saint, it howled miserably on the spot, and its figure whirled and rolled to the ground.
The whole place suddenly became extremely quiet.
Gambling Saint was stunned in disbelief and stared blankly at his palm. He actually severely injured this powerful eagle-like monster.
"Black Hawk?"
The young man's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.
Fu Tianming was stunned, his face full of disbelief.
The expression of the old man with strange tattoos changed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the hall, his eyes as cold as swords.
I saw a figure appear there. His footsteps were brisk and calm, and he came to Meng Niantong as if there was no one else around.
It is Li Tianchen.
Everyone in the hall also noticed Li Tianchen at this moment, and they all looked at him in silence.
Meng Niantong's beautiful eyes were full of complex colors. She controlled her inner emotions and said indifferently: "Why are you here?"
In order to cut off the relationship, Meng Niantong had taken the initiative to avoid Li Tianchen. However, she did not expect that when she encountered difficulties, the person who appeared in time was Li Tianchen.
Li Tianchen looked at Meng Niantong intently and said, "I heard something happened to you. Come and take a look."
After not seeing each other for a few days, Meng Niantong seems to be more attractive than before, and there seems to be a touch of detachment in her charming temperament that captivates all living beings.
"Are you poisoned?" Li Tianchen frowned slightly and raised his hand to grab Meng Niantong's wrist.
Meng Niantong quickly stepped aside and said calmly: "I'm fine."
Seeing this, Li Tianchen smiled bitterly and said, "It seems we can't even be ordinary friends now?"
"This is the best result." Meng Niantong said indifferently.
Li Tianchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing secretly in his heart that the Qingqing Sect's technique was really a means of proactively seeking torture.
It is said that there are three thousand great ways, but such a self-destructive way of cultivation is really weird.
Fu Kongxuan looked at Li Tianchen blankly, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she was shy and shy, as if a young girl in love had just met the object of her crush.
"Little miracle doctor, I..." The gambling saint came back to his senses, and his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed. Just as he opened his mouth, he was injured, and he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.