The Legend of Douba Resurrection

"Oh, I broke through by accident, Master Fan Ling, you see, this is double happiness."

Xiao Yan looked at Fan Ling and said with a smile.

Seeing the sudden change in Xiao Yan's aura, Fan Ling didn't know that he was being tricked by Xiao Yan just now, his pale face suddenly turned red abnormally.

"you you!"

Fan Ling's body suddenly trembled abnormally.

"Ah! I want you to die! Boy!"

Suddenly a white shadow shot towards Xiao Yan.

"Little guy, come behind me."

Medusa, who was already paying attention to Fan Ling's movements, pulled Xiao Yan and said.

Before Xiao Yan can reply...

"Whoosh!"

A black shadow flew down from a dark place on the second floor of the auction hall, and greeted Fan Ling.

"boom!"

With just a light blow, Bai Ying flew back, and the expressionless middle-aged martial artist in black clothes stood in front of Xiao Yan.

"Sect Master Fan Ling, this is the residence of our eight gates, don't make mistakes."

The middle-aged warrior looked at Fan Ling, who was about to fall back to the ground, and said expressionlessly. For a moment, a majestic aura unique to the Douwang powerhouse permeated the audience.

"It's the vice sect master who is here."

The director of the auction house who was shivering in the corner cheered when he saw the middle-aged martial artist appear.

My lord is the deputy sect master of our eight doors. His cultivation level is only lower than that of the master Yuan Yi, and there is a deputy sect master in charge, so it's fine now.

The director of the auction house thought with a sigh of relief.

"uh-huh."

Fan Ling let out a muffled snort in mid-air after being hit by the middle-aged martial artist's palm, and fell back to the ground lightly as soon as he picked up his fighting spirit.

After all, the strike just now by the fighting king was just a warning, and he, Fan Ling, as a martial artist in the fighting spirit realm, could still hold on.

"who are you?"

Fan Ling looked at the middle-aged warrior who suddenly appeared with resentment in his eyes.

"Young master, step back quickly!"

The elder surnamed Wang who had been following Fan Ling's face changed wildly when he saw the middle-aged warrior appearing.

"Hey, Elder Wang, I want to kill that kid! No one has ever dared to humiliate me like this! You must kill him! And this idiot in front of you, you have to kill him too!"

Standing behind Elder Wang, Fan Ling laughed angrily.

Why is this kid so ignorant!

At this moment, Elder Wang was exhausted physically and mentally.

"Young master, the opposite is the deputy head of the eight doors, and the subordinates can't handle it. Bear with it, we will wait until they leave the city."

Elder Wang smiled wryly.

"Humph!"

Fan Ling snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Seeing the majestic aura of the middle-aged warrior pressing towards him unscrupulously, Elder Wang hurriedly stepped forward to push his aura up.

"boom!"

An invisible momentum collided in midair.

"uh-huh."

Elder Wang snorted and took half a step back. After all, he was slightly defeated because of his poor cultivation.

"Hmph! Old ghost, what do you want to do!"

Old man Wang still stepped forward forcefully.

He was defeated, but it didn't mean that his blood sect was also defeated.With the lord suzerain here, not to mention the young suzerain of their blood sect is also here, these eight sects really dare to do something to them.

The middle-aged warrior was not ashamed to see the tough attitude of the elder of the blood sect, and continued to say with a blank expression: "Black Seal City is where our eight doors are stationed, not a place where you blood sect members can run wild."

"Do you want to start a war with our Blood Sect?"

Elder Wang continued to threaten.

"Go to war? Where did you start? Let me repeat, no one in Heiyin City is allowed to act wild here. It is your own business to leave the city."

The middle-aged warrior said calmly.

The scheming Elder Wang's eyes flickered after hearing this, and he didn't speak any more.

"Little Lord?"