Martial Arts: Start Stealing the Talent of the Undead Divine Phoenix

Those people did not leave in a hurry, but stayed where they were.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a few people walked in outside the door.

At that moment, most of the people present stood up and politely cupped hands at the person who had just entered.

"You guys are finally here, I thought you wouldn't come to participate.

"What are you talking about? It's just a delay on the way here."

The handsome young man who walked in smiled, and he exuded a noble aura between his gestures, and he was not on the same level as the guys in front of him.

"Do you know this person?"

Fang Wen glanced at the ghost festival beside him.

Gui Mingji looked at this familiar face, thinking hard.

Her memory is not very good. Since the guy in front of me can leave a familiar judgment with her, it must be someone she has met.

It's just that where did she see it, she can't remember it for a while.

Fang Wen saw that the 387 Ghost Festival next to him did not speak, and shook his head helplessly.

Needless to say, he can guess the ghost sacrifice.

"Why are there other people here? Didn't we say that we should find a hidden place and let's talk slowly?"

The handsome young man glanced at the people present and frowned angrily.

There are other people here, don't they have to change places to speak?

He didn't want to make things so troublesome.

"My son, don't be angry, we will drive people away."

As soon as the voices of those people fell, a shadow fell in front of Fang Wen.

These guys actually went to Fang Wen and Gui Mingji looking for death, trying to drive them away.

Fang Wen and Gui Mingji looked at each other, and at the same time looked up at the person standing in front of them.

"Are you sure you are going to stop me now? If something really happens here, you can pay them the money after the big deal. I haven't suffered so much anger since I was a child."

Gui Ming Ji looked at Fang Wen dissatisfied.

Hearing that, Fang Wen just smiled and didn't say anything more.

If these people don't come to their troubles, they won't be able to do it, but these guys think it's a bit annoying for them to stand here.

Such a desperate person still has to be taught a lesson.

"What are you doing here in a daze? Didn't you hear what we just said? Don't get out of here quickly!"

The person holding the knife in front of him looked a little angrily at Fang Wen and Gui Mingji.

He had already acted so clearly, but the two people in front of him seemed to be unable to feel anything, and had no intention of leaving at all.

What he hates most is this kind of person who doesn't know himself.

"You are the one who should get out, right? We also gave tea money, so why don't you have to go, we have to leave here?"

Fang Wen stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea for herself, and looked at the few people in front of him with a smile.

The Ghost Mingji on the side suddenly stood up, and his eyes fell on the few people in front of him.

She drank the teacup on the table and threw it away. (bgbh)

The provocation of the ghost sacrifice movement can be seen by several people around him.

They glanced at each other and suddenly laughed.

They didn't notice any Spiritual Qi fluctuations in Gui Ming Ji and Fang Wen.

A few of them are among the best in Sect. The Ghost Festival and Fang Wen in front of them don't seem to be very old. They don't mistake them for being masters of the world.

In this case, these two people should be just ordinary cultivators.

"Why haven't you got them done yet?"

The people beside him spoke a little impatiently.

This is a bit different from his expectations. He didn't think he needed to solve these annoying guys when he came over.

"Which Sect are you from?"

Gui Mingji glanced at the handsome man who had just spoken, and asked suspiciously.

She really couldn't remember who this handsome man was, so instead of letting her have a headache here, she might as well ask directly.

"You don't know who I am?" Junyi's man seemed to have heard some funny joke, his face suddenly showed a wild smile.

Upon seeing this, Gui Ming Festival waved his palm in the air.

"Snapped."

In the next instant, an obvious slap print appeared directly on the Junyi man's face.

Not only that, the blood spilling from the corners of Junyi's man's mouth even stunned the group of people present.

"Who gave you the courage to be so rampant on my site? My ghosts didn't treat others with such a gesture for the time being. What qualifications do you Daoist practitioners have?"

Hearing what Gui Mingji said, the faces of the group of people present changed.

They would choose to gather here. People who were thinking of ghosts would not come down on weekdays, but who would have thought that their luck would be so good that they would meet ghosts at this moment.

And looking at the strength of the ghost festival in front of you, it shouldn't be an ordinary person.

"Are you a ghost?"

"I'm not from a ghost, are you?"

Gui Mingji asked rhetorically.

"I think your ghosts are really impatient!".

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