Sure enough, there are dudes everywhere. Although the man is wearing a mask, he can tell from his voice that he is not very old. Coupled with his impressive strength, it is not difficult to deduce that his background is not small, otherwise he would not dare to be so blatant. The black market plays prestige. Mu Hanyan knew that it was impossible for the hundred colorful soul beads to be auctioned for such a high price, so she cried out inwardly.
If he dared to cut off his fortune in the Holy Court Continent, Miss Mu would have to teach him a lesson without waiting for others to show up. Weihu, let's see how he will deal with it.
"What the hell, it's me, Galway Tiger, who caused the trouble." A fierce light flashed in Galway Tiger's eyes, and he rushed out with big strides, and the ground under his feet trembled violently with his fat body.
"Miss Hu'er, it seems that no one has bid, should these one hundred multicolored soul beads belong to me?" Donkey head looked at the surrounding people contemptuously and said.
"It's yours, it's your ass!" As soon as the words fell, a figure flashed, and Gao Weihu's huge body had already appeared in front of him.
"Gaoweihu, what do you want to do?" Donkey's eyes froze, but he didn't show any timidity.
"What are you doing? What do you think I want to do?" Gao Weihu suddenly swung his arm and punched it down.
"You dare to do it!" Donkey's head was already prepared, and he slapped it head-on.
The palm of the palm was shining with silver light, and a long sword that looked like a substance flashed in an instant, revealing a strong intention of killing.
This time, Mu Hanyan finally saw it clearly. Judging from the meaning of killing, this person should practice the law of death. It is said that priests who practice the law of death are known as the priests with the highest attack power, and their combat power is far higher than other priests of the same rank Much more powerful.
No wonder he dared to come to the Gao family's black market to make trouble. This person really has strength and confidence.
Mu Hanyan was secretly feeling emotional when he heard Gao Weihu roar, and with a backhand grab, a huge hammer appeared in his hand.
"Swipe!" The long sword gathered by the donkey's head slashed across Gao Weihu's chest, bringing out a cloud of blood.
But at the same time, Gao Weihu's iron hammer also smashed heavily on his chest, directly blasting him out, using the attack method of killing both of them.
However, he is full of fat, his calves are a circle thicker than other people's waistline, and his chest is still a thick pile of fat. This kind of injury obviously doesn't hurt him too much, but when he hammered down, the donkey's head didn't feel so good .
"It's just a first-level priest of Shenxin, and I don't ask who my grandfather is. If you dare to come to my territory to cause trouble, if you don't teach you a lesson, others will think that I am a bully." Before the donkey's head fell to the ground, Galway Hu rushed forward and knocked him to the ground with a hammer, then cursed and smashed him with his head covered.
Looking at his strength, Gao Weihu is probably a tenth-rank god priest. The donkey's head is obviously higher than him. Although he was smashed by him with a hammer, he did not lose his fighting power. A blood mist was drawn on Gao Weihu's body.
But Gao Weihu didn't realize it, and kept yelling and cursing, while continuing to smash with one hammer after another.
Blood was flying in the hall, and Galway Tiger was dripping with blood all over his body. A small half came from the nostrils of the donkey's head, but a large half was his own. Unspeakably ferocious, unspeakably ferocious.
Seeing Gao Weihu's ferocious appearance, everyone's eyes showed horror, and subconsciously retreated to the surroundings, not even daring to speak to persuade him.
"Madman, this fat man is a lunatic!" Mu Hanyan commented on Gao Weihu.
She has seen a lot of ruthless people, and none of her subordinates, Hua Yu, Zirong and others are good, but this is the first time she has seen someone who can be so ruthless to herself.
This bloody and brutal scene was also deeply imprinted in Mu Hanyan's mind. Years later, when she thought of the first meeting with one of her eight great servants, the mad tiger Gaoweihu, she still had a fresh memory.
It has to be said that the strength gap between Gao Weihu and that donkey head is indeed not small. There is a qualitative difference between the tenth-level god priest and the god-heart priest, even the lowest-level god-heart priest. However, compared to the difference in strength , the fat gap between the two seems to be even bigger.
Although the donkey's head kept waving its arms, sending out a series of murderous air blades, bringing out pools of blood on Gao Weihu's body, but the latter was fighting more fiercely, and the expression on his face became more ferocious. But as he hammered down one after another, the movement of the donkey's head became slower and slower, and the blood spewed out from its mouth and nose, even the mask on its face was stained with blood.
"Stop, Gao Weiwu, do you know who I am!" The donkey's head finally couldn't bear the pain and shouted loudly. The voice trembled a little, obviously full of fear.
"Zhao Zhiyuan, don't think that I won't recognize you if you wear a donkey's head. Pretending to be a ghost, do you think I'm blind?" Gao Weihu slapped the mask off the donkey's face and said contemptuously.
A few black lines stood up on Mu Hanyan's forehead, and he felt deep contempt for Gao Weihu. It was obviously a bunch of donkey heads and horse noodles made by you. How could it be someone pretending to be a ghost? This fat man seems to be quite shameless.
"You still dare to fight when you know it's me, Gao Weihu, you're dead, you're dead." Zhao Zhiyuan said harshly.
"You're so mean, I'll kill you first." Gao Weihu looked fierce, swung the hammer and smashed again and again.
As the blood sprayed out mouthful after mouthful, Zhao Zhiyuan's waving arms hang down feebly. Gao Weihu still didn't feel relieved, so he hammered down several times, smashing the bones of his arms into several pieces. Zhao Zhiyuan groaned, and finally passed out.
Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan, who was paralyzed into a ball with almost all his bones broken and lying in a pool of blood, and then looked at the fat man next to him who was also covered in blood, but was even more ferocious. Take a breath.
What does it mean to be horizontal and afraid of being stunned, or to be afraid of dying if you are stunned, that's it.
"I made you mean, I made you mean, why don't you talk? Pooh!" Gao Weihu threw away the hammer, spat heavily, and cursed.
"My lord, is he from the right priest's family?" A subordinate approached and said cautiously.
"Nonsense, do you want to tell me?" Gao Weihu glared at him, then stood up and cursed, "If you dare to come to Lao Tzu's territory to make trouble, the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu will beat you up. See if you are dead. If you die, you will give it to the Zhao family. Send it back, throw it out if you are not dead."
"The auction will continue, and whoever dares to cause trouble will end up with Zhao Zhiyuan." After speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Zhiyuan again, and staggered towards the back hall.
Although Zhao Zhiyuan was overthrown by desperate efforts, the gap in strength was there, and his injuries were not serious. If he hadn't relied on his fat body, he might have collapsed long ago.