“I don’t have the holy fire, but I have the Tianyang Divine Sword.”
The black crow couldn’t swallow this and exposed his trump card.
The senior executives of the family gave her the Tianyang Divine Sword, in addition to protecting herself, there was another reason.
Kill.
Taking advantage of the crowded and chaotic scene of the Wanbao Conference, he killed Luo Xiaohu.
Luo Xiaohu has an extraordinary eighth level beside him, but he may not be able to kill him with the five of them alone.
With the Tianyang Divine Sword, if there is a sudden sneak attack, it will definitely be able to kill Luo Xiaohu.
This black crow is nothing else, he is the Martial Emperor of the Genji family.
Her name is Genkiki, and she is Genkiri’s real sister.
The other four seventh-level martial emperors are not servants, but are all her cousins of the same generation.
Dressing up like this is to hide your eyes and hide your identity.
At this time, in order to prevent Luo Xiaohu from obtaining the world in the painting, he was forced to reveal his identity.
However, she firmly believed in one thing, Luo Xiaohu didn’t know the secret of the Tianyang Divine Sword.
If you don’t know the secret of this knife, you won’t know her identity.
“Sorry, although the Tianyang Divine Sword is a ninth-level magic weapon, it cannot be compared with the holy fire.”
The thin boy flatly refused: “If there is no holy fire, it must be a holy weapon of the nature of the Yang fire.”
“Boy, don’t forget that you are a Yamato people, why did you hand over the things of your ancestors to East Asia’s weak chicken?”
A trace of murderous aura flashed in Yuanmuxi’s eyes: “Give me some time and you will definitely find the items you need.”
“This is the Wanbao Conference, regardless of race or national border, everyone will get what you need.”
The thin boy’s face darkened: “You can’t take out what I need, don’t make trouble, leave quickly.”
“Boy, you will regret it.”
Yuanmuxi was so angry that his breasts hurt, and he didn’t dare to take action. He glared coldly and sneered.
“Big brother, I don’t have the holy fire, but I have the SSS-level fire.”
A tall foreigner brought two bodyguards to the stall.
I stretched out my index finger with my right hand, and a golden red flame appeared on my fingertips.
The temperature around suddenly rose, and the air seemed to burn.
“Sorry, although you are SSS-level, you are not a holy fire.”
The thin boy was disappointed: “Although it is a line of separation, it is a world of difference.”
“Big brother, you have exposed the secrets in the painting. If you don’t trade and leave the exhibition center, how long can you live?”
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the foreign Russian Brady, staring at the other party’s eyes: “The holy fire is hard to come by.”
“This is my business and has nothing to do with you. ”
The thin boy looked at Brady without showing any weakness: “I advise you not to forget that this is the Heavenly Kingdom. “
The implicit meaning is that although you are the ninth-level emperor, Claudi is also the peak of the ninth-level emperor, and he was defeated in the end.
In other words, no matter what monk, it is best to be at peace under the law and not to die during the exhibition.
“Damn the dwarf, he actually threatened me. This emperor is not a waste like Claudi. I have to settle this painting. “
Brady snorted coldly and sneered and left: “If you figure it out, go to Pangu Hotel to find me, Room 9188. “
“If there is no holy fire or the yang fire holy weapon, I think I will not look for you. ”
The thin boy looked around: “Everyone, on the forum, my request was made very clear, don’t ask too much. “
“Brother, although this treasure is good, it can be used for countless people to practice, but if you really trade it, your secret will be exposed. “
Zhao Liying was wearing a polka dot-shaped hip-covered skirt, holding Luo Xiaohu’s arms intimately, and murmured gently in her ears.
“I guess that the monks present did not have the holy fire, and it would be impossible for others to want this treasure. “
Luo Xiaohu hugged her slim waist: “Don’t look at this guy being thin, but he is a real ninth-level martial emperor. ”
“Nine-level Martial Emperor? “
Zhao Liying’s three views were broken, and she looked at the other party repeatedly: “He should not be old. How did he practice? “
“Silly girl, you forgot that he is a high-level martial emperor, and his body shape and appearance can be changed at will. “
Luo Xiaohu told the secret of the thin boy: “His actual age is over 100 years old, and this is all fake. ”