Qin Jianfu seemed to hear more clearly this time, and raised his eyelids. The next second, there was a solid 'bang' sound, and Zhao Rong raised his head and flew backwards. His body rolled several times and was killed by a bird in the southeast corner of the hall.

The three-legged cauldron blocked the attack.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar who kicked the one-armed Confucian scholar away frowned slightly and looked around.

"eight?"

The single-syllable word that the dying one-armed Confucian scholar just muttered seemed to be "eight".

This is at……

Qin Jianfu's cloudy eyes like an eagle swept across the empty hall, but before he had time to be alert, a beautiful and melodious song suddenly rose from the hall.

Or.

It just started in his ears.

Today, the old man who returned to the Golden Core Realm heard the whale song.

"……ninety."

In the main hall, a Fuyao realm scholar who had already heard the singing murmured something, but this time, Qin Jianfu had no time to hear it.

He suddenly looked down at his hands and found with a horrified expression that his spiritual energy cultivation had completely disappeared!

The fourth-grade golden elixir that continuously provided him with surging and powerful spiritual power was like a land duck whose neck was strangled tightly. He could no longer call out his loud voice, and his voice was suffocated.

It's Whale Song Amber. Qian'er gave it to Zhao Rong to defend himself one night when he was staying up late to make up for classes in Hanjing, North Sea. No matter how powerful the golden elixir realm monk is, he can't last ten breaths!

Beside a certain heart lake, the purple-clothed sword spirit who was hugging his knees suddenly stood up, his face! It was his face! It turned out that Zhao Rong had smeared Whale Song Amber on his face in advance! Then he deliberately angered Qin Jianfu and guided the old man overtly and covertly'

Treat him with his own way, destroy his face with flames! Then the whale song amber mixed with blood on his face was ignited, and along with the smell of Zhao Rong's roasted meat, Qin Jianfu was finally

Inhaled into the nose unexpectedly...

Rao Shigui couldn't help but feel excited and sighing at this moment, but at this moment, in its peripheral vision, the dark blue and glazed dragon carp that circled the cordon disappeared...

In the main hall, the atmosphere was deathly silent.

The old man whose golden elixir was 'extinguished' was frightened for a moment, and seemed to notice some movement again. He suddenly raised his head like a frightened bird.

In the field of vision, the figure that had collapsed in the southeast corner slowly stood up.

"Er...what have you done!? What kind of song is this!" Qin Jianfu was extremely angry.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground groaning in pain seemed to have suddenly been transformed into a different person.

His originally weak and endangered expression gradually faded away, he lowered his head, held on to the three-legged cauldron next to him, and slowly stood up.

This man covered in jet black lowered his head and looked calmly at his left hand.

Only four fingers remain.

Deep in the lake in his heart, a dragon and carp entered the abyss, and was soon swallowed by a majestic and evil dragon.

Then.

The evil dragon transformed into a dragon, and the demonic flames surged into the sky, turning around to devour other evil dragons!

One breath at a time.

The one-armed Confucian scholar raised his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing? Looking for death! How dare you!!"

An old man noticed something with his keen senses, his heart trembled, and he shouted angrily at the one-armed Confucian scholar who was standing still.

But under his feet.

But he took one step back...two steps...three steps...

The one-armed scholar suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a pair of bloody eyes.

The bloody-eyed scholar raised his hand, opened his mouth, bit off the broken middle finger on his left hand, chewed it, and swallowed it.

The four bloody fingers clenched their fists again.

He felt it.

I felt the power between this "four-fingered fist".

He is a top-grade martial artist.

He has...nine breaths.

The bloody-eyed Confucian scholar took a ten-foot step and arrived in front of Mr. Qin Jian. He punched directly in the face. The old man flew backwards, hit the cold dragon coffin with a loud bang, and fell down in various ways.

Qin Jianfu was vomiting blood from his mouth, bent over and coughing crazily, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground beside him.

The blood-eyed Confucian scholar with the body of a terrifying and alien dragon stepped out in one step, and in an instant he was in front of the old man who had lost his aura and had a body that was only slightly stronger than the Fuyao realm.

The dragon coffin behind the latter still had the autumn breeze slowly leaking out.

In the deathly silence hall, the autumn air is rustling today.

It is appropriate to kill people.

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Chapter completed!