Sure enough, there are dudes everywhere. Although the man is wearing a mask, he knows that he is not old. Coupled with that good strength, it is not difficult to guess that his origin is not small, otherwise he would not dare to be so blatant. The black market is prestigious. Mu Hanyan knew that it was impossible for these hundred colorful soul beads to sell for such a high price, so she cried out inwardly.

If you dare to cut off your own wealth in the Saint Continent and wait for others to come forward, Miss Mu will have to teach him a lesson, but after all, it is not her own territory, but Mu Hanyan can only endure it and cast her eyes high. Weihu, see what he will do.

"What's the matter, the trouble is on my Gao Weihu's head." A fierce light flashed in Gao Weihu's eyes, and he rushed out with a big stride, and the ground under his feet trembled fiercely with his fat.

"Miss Fox, it seems that no one has bid anymore, shouldn't these one hundred colorful soul beads belong to me?" The donkey's head looked at everyone around him contemptuously and said.

"It's yours, it's your ass!" The voice fell, and the figure flashed, and Gao Weihu's huge body had appeared in front of him.

"Gao Weihu, what do you want to do?" The head of the donkey dazzled, but he didn't show any timidity.

"What are you doing? What do you mean I want to do?" Gao Weihu suddenly waved his arm and smashed his fist.

"Do you dare to do it!" The donkey head had already prepared, and patted it out.

The palm of his palm was shining, and a long sword that was as real as it flashed in an instant, revealing a strong sense of killing.

This time, Mu Hanyan finally saw it clearly. Judging from the meaning of killing, this person should be practicing the law of death. It is said that the priest who practices the law of death has the most attack power and is far more powerful than other priests of the same rank. Much stronger.

No wonder he dared to come to the Gaojia black market to make trouble, this person really has the strength and confidence.

Mu Hanyan was secretly sighing, he heard Gao Weihu's roar, and with his backhand, a huge hammer appeared in his hand.

"Brush!" The long sword gathered by the aura of the donkey's head swept across Gao Weihu's chest, bringing out a shed of blood.

But at the same time, Gao Weihu's hammer also hit his chest heavily, blasting him out directly, using the same dying style of play.

However, he is full of fat, his calf is thicker than others' waist circumference, and there is a thick pile of fat on his chest. Obviously this kind of injury does not hurt him much, but his hammer will make the donkey's head less comfortable. .

"It's just a first-order priest of the gods. I don't want to inquire about who my grandpa is. I dare to come to my place to cause trouble. If you don't give you a lesson, others think that I am Gao Weihu to be bullied." The tiger grabbed him and smashed him to the ground with a hammer. Then he cursed and smashed him with his head and face.

Looking at his strength, Gao Weihu is probably a tenth-order **** priest. The donkey's head is obviously higher than him. Although he was smashed with a hammer, he did not lose his combat power. He waved his hands again and again, and the sword light flashed one after another. A blood mist was drawn on Gao Weihu's body.

However, Gao Weihu didn't realize it, yelling repeatedly, while continuing to smash hammer after hammer.

The blood spattered in the hall, and Gao Weihu was even more bloody. A small part of it came out of the nostrils of the donkey's head, and most of it was his own. His fat-eared face was stained with blood, even more so. Unspeakable ferocious, unspeakable ferocious.

Seeing Gao Weihu's brutal appearance, everyone's eyes were horrified, and they subconsciously retreated to the surrounding area, not even daring to speak out.

"Crazy man, this fat man is a lunatic!" Mu Hanyan commented on Gao Weihu.

She has seen a lot of Ruthless people, and the Hua Yu Zirong and others under her are not good at it, but this kind of treatment can be so ruthless to herself, she really saw it for the first time.

This **** and brutal scene was also deeply imprinted in Mu Hanyan's mind. Years later, she still remembered her first meeting with one of her eight great servants, Gao Weihu, Madhu.

It has to be said that the strength gap between Gao Weihu and that donkey head is indeed not small. Tenth-tier **** priests and god-heart priests, even the lowest-tier god-heart priests, are qualitatively different, but compared to the difference in strength , The difference in fat between the two seems even bigger.

Although the donkey's head kept waving his arms, sending out murderous air blades, bringing out a puff of blood on Gao Weihu's body, but the latter was more fierce, and the look on his face became more vicious. But as he smashed it hammer after hammer, the donkey's head's movements became slower and slower, and the blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, and even the mask on his face was stained with blood.

"Stop, Gao Mighty, do you know who I am!" The donkey head finally couldn't help but yelled loudly. The voice was trembling a little, it was obvious that she was full of fear.

"Zhao Zhiyuan, don't think that I can't recognize you by wearing a donkey head, pretending to be a fool, are you blind when you are a donkey?" Gao Weihu slapped the mask off the donkey head and said with contempt.

Several black lines were erected on Mu Hanyan's forehead, and he deeply despised Gao Weihu. It was obviously a bunch of donkey heads and horses that you made. How could someone pretend to be a god, this fat guy seems shameless.

"You know it's me, you still dare to do it, Gao Weihu, you are dead, you are dead." Zhao Zhiyuan said cruelly.

"It's so cheap, I will kill you first." Gao Weihu looked fiercely, and swung the hammer again.

As the blood spurted out one by one, Zhao Zhiyuan's swinging arms dropped weakly. Gao Weihu was still not relieved, and he hammered down several times, smashing his arms into several pieces. Zhao Zhiyuan let out a muffled snort and finally fainted.

Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan, who was paralyzed into a ball, almost his whole body bones were broken and fell in a pool of blood, and then looked at the fat man next to him who was also bloody, but more brutal. Everyone shuddered, and his back was whizzing straight. Take a cold breath.

What is horizontal, afraid of being stunned, and being afraid of death, that's it.

"Let your mouth be cheap, make your mouth cheap, why don't you talk? I yeah!" Gao Weihu threw down the hammer, spat heavily, and cursed.

"My lord, is he from the right priest's house?" A subordinate leaned forward and said cautiously.

"Nonsense, want you to talk?" Gao Weihu glared at him, then stood up and cursed, "Dare to come to Lao Tzu's site to make trouble, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will take care of it. See if it is dead, and give it to the Zhao family. Send it back, and throw it out without dying."

"The auction will continue. Whoever dares to make trouble, Zhao Zhiyuan will end." After speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Zhiyuan again, and staggered towards the back hall.

Although he tried desperately to overturn Zhao Zhiyuan, the difference in strength lies there, and his injuries are not light. If it weren't for his fat body, he would have fallen down long ago.