Chapter 933

In Xianju Pavilion, many experts came one after another to confront the bloody zombies at the corners of their mouths.

Song Fei stood in front of the crowd and held back his anger: "please taste other delicious food. There is no blood food in our store."

"Jie Jie!" the zombie smiled, "then I'll eat all of you."

The two miserable white hands of the zombie poked out, pointed to Song Fei and others from a distance, and grabbed them towards Song Fei's chest.

Suddenly, a figure quietly appeared in the scene. He stood in front of Song Fei and the zombie. He held a chicken leg and pressed the chicken leg into the Zombie's mouth very easily. Then he heard him laugh: "Yin Kui, I haven't seen you for a long time. You're still so overbearing."

Song Fei saw that the visitor was Hong Tao.

At the most critical moment, Hong Tao made a big sigh of relief. He is an immortal level expert. With his help, there must be nothing to do.

Sure enough, at the end of seeing Hong Tao, the zombie stopped with his outstretched hands, took off the chicken leg in his mouth, grinned and said, "the Lord of Hong is here, too. I'll make you laugh."

Hong Tao said with a faint smile, "Yue Tianyu is my friend. Can you sell me a thin noodle?"

"Hehe, it's a friend of Lord Hong. There's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, hehe." the zombie smiled and immediately lost his previous hegemony and arrogance.

It seems that Hong Tao is still very prestigious in the earth.

An originally fierce war, under the mediation of Hong Tao, instantly became invisible.

Song Fei looked at Hong Tao gratefully and said, "thank you for your help."

"Hehe, you're welcome. I've been here for free for so many days. I should always do something. Hahaha, I still earn money. I've eaten no less than 10 billion Lingshi these days, and what I'm doing now is just a little effort." Hong Tao smiled.

"Senior, please continue to eat." Song Fei said.

"Ha ha, thank you for your hospitality!" Hong Tao smiled and disappeared in front of the crowd.

Xiong Da walked slowly to the front desk with honey in his arms. He muttered, "I can't fight. It's really boring. Shopkeeper, give me another billion Lingshi honey. Damn, how can this honey be so delicious."

The escaped maid was recalled by Song Fei and placed in Xianju Pavilion again to serve many guests in an orderly manner.

The onlookers dispersed slowly. With the presence of Hong Tao, most people settled a lot. The deterrent force of the strong immortal is still very effective.

"Third brother, my eldest brother and I are already in the magic Qi secret territory." after arranging relevant matters, Song Fei heard Sima Zhe's voice.

Soon, Song Fei hugged the crowd and said, "thank you for your support. Please take your time."

At this time, a dull and cold voice resounded outside the Xianju Pavilion: "this woman is good. I want it."

Song Fei's side, Qin Xiaoru's body was inexplicably wrapped with a faint cold light. The cold light was like a rope, carrying Qin Xiaoru's body out.

On Song Fei's side, everyone changed color. Song Fei jumped out of his body and shot into the sky. He shot an old man in black faster than Qin Xiaoru.

"Old ghost fairy, let go of my wife." Song Fei was furious. Qin Xiaoru was equivalent to his own inverse scale. Whoever dared to offend would never die.

The golden spear appeared in his hand. The golden spear extended infinitely and stabbed the old man's chest.

"A small skill of carving insects." the old man's face was calm, stretched out his left finger and flicked gently at the tip of the golden spear stabbed by Song Fei.

Song Fei's golden spear was bounced off by the old man's fingers. Then, a little, a black light pointed to Song Fei's chest. Song Fei only felt an extremely cold force attacking his body and flew out in an instant.

The old man didn't even look at Song Fei, but looked at Qin Xiaoru getting closer and closer. He said faintly, "wife? I like it."

"Hurt my husband!" a cold expression appeared on Qin Xiaoru's rare face. The lotus in her hand condensed in her chest and hit the old man hard.

"Vulnerable!" the old man said faintly, his body standing proudly in the void, his fingers flicked again, and the green lotus pressed by Qin Xiaoru was smashed.

"If you are old and immortal, die for me." Dashan sheep arrived, pasted the old man's body, waved an iron fist and smashed it into the old man's chest.

The old man sneered and looked at the big goat with disdain. He didn't choose to avoid and let the big goat's iron fist hit his chest hard.

The faint light in front of the old man's chest rose, and the big goat's face became very ugly. He stared at the position of his fist and didn't burst the protective mana on the old man.

"Old man, die." the big goat drank again and waved an iron fist. This time it was the old man's head.

"Enough presumptuousness!" the old man disdained the tunnel and popped his finger. A dark light shone on the mountain. After Song Fei, the goat's body was like a broken kite, spitting blood and flying backwards.

At the same time, Jun wanshuang, Qin Shihu, Xiao Qiang and other young people all shot together and frantically attacked the old man's body.

The old man's eyes looked around coldly. "A group of mobs dare to fight me."

The faint light God on the old man took continuous photos in the air with his hands. Handprints were taken to the people besieging him. Everyone of Qingtian sword sect who was photographed by handprints was photographed and flew out in a scream.

The strength of the old man is unfathomable. These people besiege him and can't even touch his clothes. This powerful cultivation makes almost everyone despair.

Just for a moment, the old man didn't even move, and everyone of Optimus sword sect had been photographed and flew out, suffering extremely serious trauma.

"What a powerful expert, but the opponent is too weak and boring." sun doudan sat on the roof of Xianju Pavilion, holding an iron bar and smiled meaningfully.

The window in Xianju Pavilion is already full of figures. It's like watching a good play and watching the resistance of everyone of Qingtian sword sect.

"Dare to move my Optimus sword sect, die!" more and more Optimus sword sect came in the distance. The broken sword was holding a flying sword. A mountain turned on the sword and pressed high against the old man's body.

"Mole ants dare to die." the old man's cold eyes looked at the broken sword and more and more people behind him. Two dark lights in his eyes turned into a huge palm in the sky and pressed down on the broken sword and others.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

These people are not immortal level strong people, and they don't even have the qualification to challenge the old people. Under the pressure of that huge palm, all of them were smashed in an instant and turned into a lump of bloody meat foam.

Qin Xiaoru's body had been pulled to her by the old man. The old man was laughing, and his old hand stretched out towards Qin Xiaoru's pretty face.