This time, it was the person in charge of the ghost city law enforcers who personally made the judgment of victory or defeat!
It slowly landed on the ring and gave Fu Yang a meaningful look.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
The sharp sword in Fu Yang's hand was pressed against Wu Jian's heart, and he felt refreshed and his thoughts clear.
"It feels so damn good to pretend to be so sexy in public!"
He thought secretly in his heart.
As soon as the battle was over, this guy was out of shape. Fortunately, he still maintained his seriousness on the surface and yelled at Wu Jian loudly.
"You... kill me if you want. Why humiliate me like this? Laoshan disciples, don't humiliate me! Ahem..." Wu Jian finally glared at Fu Yang fiercely and said something.
"Oh? It turns out you can still talk. I thought I was too awesome and my spells were so powerful that I beat you into silence."
Fu Yang deliberately teased and ridiculed, which made Wu Jian vomit a few more mouthfuls of blood.
"rat!"
"Thank you for the compliment. I have never said that I am a gentleman. In this world, only villains can live happily. Don't you understand? To be honest, in my opinion, Laoshan is not a 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 turned the magic sword sideways and patted his face gently with the blade: "What are you talking about? Damn it, if you hadn't wanted to steal my gourd, could you have beaten him like this? I just wore it.
A week's worth of new clothes, and now I'm worse off than a refugee from Ethiopia!"
As he spoke, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, raised it high above his head, and stabbed Wu Jian's head with all his strength...
"Are you going to die like this? Forget it, it's not bad to visit the underworld. Maybe you can even work as an official in the underworld. But you have to live up to the high expectations of the master..."
Wu Jian looked at Fu Yang, who was holding the magic sword high, with a tear falling from the corner of his eyes.
He was not afraid, but felt ashamed of his master's cultivation.
call!!!
A clanging sound.
The extremely sharp stainless steel magic sword almost scratched his cheek, and then the sword tip pierced into the stone ring. It only cut off a few hairs and left a bloody sword mark on his cheek...
"Coward! You're a core disciple of Laoshan. I'll make you cry after scaring you. You're not a man!"
Fu Yang inserted the magic sword into the ring floor next to Wu Jian's head, shook his head and turned around, preparing to leave the stage to find Ah Huang and Master Xiong.
Wu Jian waited for a long time, but did not notice the coming of death, and then heard Fu Yang's words in his ears.
When I opened my eyes, I only saw his leaving back. Although it was a little swaying, he looked tall and steady...
"He didn't kill me?"
Wu Jian looked at the magic sword inserted in the ring next to him, with very complicated emotions in his heart.
"Maybe... I was really wrong? Master also said that I was too arrogant..."
At this moment, this proud Laoshan disciple, who has had a smooth life since childhood and lived in praise, finally truly reflected on himself for the first time!
Fu Yang stepped down from the ring step by step.
Ah Huang, Master Xiong, and Feng Shu couldn't wait any longer and rushed towards him.
"You're so cute! You're so awesome! I knew you were awesome and proud of yourself!"
Ah Huang opened his arms grandly, wanting to hug him.
"Uh... I'm pretty awesome. But my hanger is fine, so it won't explode." This guy still had the energy to joke, which shows that the injury was indeed not very serious.
The chubby Mr. Xiong jumped up and punched Fu Yang on the knee, groaning angrily.
"You kid just let him go like this? You're such a chicken, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf..."
"Master Xiong, you bastard! My knees hurt so much from the beating."
Fu Yang complained, pinched Mr. Xiong's belly, and showed a sly smile: "I don't intend to kill him. After all, this guy is a disciple of Laoshan, and he is in full view of the public. If he kills him, there will be endless consequences. But the death penalty can be punished.
Excuse me, it’s hard to escape from living a crime. Master Xiong, aren’t you the best at living a crime..."
The fat cat was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with ecstasy!
"Fuck you! You're so shady, Mr. Fu, but I like it. I'll go ahead!"
After saying that, this guy took Feng Shu and ran towards the ring...
By this time, Wu Jian had slowed down a little.
After swallowing one of Laoshan's special "Hui Qi Pills", he was able to sit cross-legged and adjust his injuries through Taoist breathing.
In just one hour, he would be able to recover 30% of his mana. At that time, he would leave the ghost market and go back to the luxury hotel suite in the city to rest.
Suddenly, a mean voice sounded nearby...
"I want it, Cheek! A set of ten kilograms of catfish! Oh no, there is no catfish, my favorite food and weapon here... What a pity."
Wu Jian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a fat ghost soldier walking towards him, following behind a black and white panda.
No! This is not a panda, this is the pet cat demon of the folk cultivator who had a life-and-death battle with me just now!
A strong uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart, and he quickly said: "You...what do you want to do?! Your master has already said that we will be even with me and will not pursue further."
Mr. Xiong’s hair suddenly exploded!
"Grass mud horse! I am Mr. Fu's mentor. Do you know my mentor? Yarn is a pet!"
It jumped like a thunder, its two short furry legs bounced up, and the flesh on its belly trembled. You could see it through the thick cat hair.
"Young Master Fu said that he will let you go, but he can't control Master Xiong and me unless he kills you! Young Master Laoshan, do you know that you are in for a big disaster!"
Wu Jian frowned: "What do you want?"
A hint of evil flashed in Mr. Xiong's eyes. He waved, and Feng Shu, who had been tinkering with something in the distant wasteland just now, floated over. He was holding something carefully...
"Xiao Wuzi, there are no catfish in this wilderness. How about we switch to cactus?"
Feng Shu floated closer 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!
Cactus... cactus?!
Wu Jian finally understood it completely, and the sweat on his forehead suddenly came out.
He no longer even bothered to meditate to heal his injuries, and desperately covered the back of his butt with both hands, trying to escape.
However, he is weaker than ordinary people now and cannot escape at all.
He could only shout in extreme horror: "No! I don't want it. You bastard cat demon, you can't do this to me... No, not cactus! Ah! Ah! Ah..."
"Hehehehe... If you say you don't want it, then I don't want it. Then isn't it very shameful for me, Mr. Xiong?"
Then evil things started to happen...
But no one pays attention to this place anymore.
In the hearts of people in the paranormal circle, the loser in the life-and-death battle in the ghost market will lose everything—including life and soul!
Now it is great luck that Wu Jian can survive. It is because that civilian cultivator has a kind heart. If other things happen, no one will care...
On the other hand, Fu Yangzheng and Ah Huang were talking while, under the supervision of the ghost market law enforcement boss, they took Huang Chengcheng's gourd from the unwilling stall owner.
This strange gourd, this "virtual spiritual weapon" that everyone considered to be useless, was finally obtained by Fu Yang!
He sighed in his heart: "It's really hard to get this thing!"
As soon as Fu Yang's hand touched the gourd, he immediately felt a blood connection!
The ghost power in his body seemed to cheer for joy, flowing out of his heart on its own, pouring into the gourd in his hand. After circulating inside for a while, it returned to his heart... (Second update)