Taoyuan little fairy doctor

Chapter 680

"Crazy!"

The guests who were crooked, slanting their waists and pulling their hips outside the auditorium, whispering, smoking and chatting in small groups, immediately subconsciously stood up straight.

The cigarette in his hand and the cynicism on his face disappeared without a trace.

not only.

In the auditorium, Niu Shining, the so-called successful people who had been self-confident, and Wansheng's appraisers all became very solemn.

Everyone has become more disciplined.

joking?

nonexistent!
"Mr. Chen will come over in person later. He asked me to tell you that you can rest assured that nothing will happen with us."

In front of the auditorium.

Liu Haizhu stopped in his tracks and said to Ma Anqi.

Ma Anqi nodded.

Then, accompanied by Ji Dongyu, he went directly into the auditorium.

In the entire auditorium, the originally chaotic crowd immediately parted ways, and it was very quiet. Ma Anqi only nodded to some of her acquaintances, but did not speak.

Just went inside.

Until they disappeared. Although the people in the auditorium breathed a sigh of relief, the presumptuousness on their faces had long since disappeared from their faces, and they didn't dare to make any jokes even if they communicated in whispers.

After all, even ordinary people can clearly feel how powerful they are when they see those cultivators outside, who are densely packed with tough temperaments, wearing uniform uniforms and badges of the Haotian Group.

Therefore, even those big bosses who really couldn't bear the solemn atmosphere and had to speak, what they talked about was not even half a joke, and they talked about the weather.

"It has been raining heavily recently, and the weather forecast says it will rain for at least three more days."

"Yes, that's right. It's raining heavily. It's impossible for the rain to stop within three days."

"Yeah, it's raining really hard, and it's going to rain for three more days. My friend from the Meteorological Bureau specifically said this morning, there's no chance the rain will stop halfway!"

Many guests in the auditorium of the funeral parlor were awed by the powerful aura emanating from the people of the Haotian Group. Although it was inevitable as a whole, some people still whispered, but like before, the cynical guy with a hippie smile, slanting his waist and pulling his hips, Everything is in order.

After all, even if they don't have eyes, they still have to think about it. In this kind of place and on this kind of occasion, if the hippie smiles really excited those burly guys, I'm afraid they won't be able to bear it.

Here, the situation has stabilized.

When people arrived, the aura was full, needless to say, those guests became honest.

But at this moment, as time goes by, the Cultivator Forum is not only getting more and more lively, but there are already some Cultivators who directly started the live broadcast.

The name of the live broadcast room is called "Go, come with me to dismantle the mourning hall of the dragon slaying monk. "

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people had already squeezed into the live broadcast room. Qiao Muyu, who was a few kilometers away, had already finished his morning exercise.

After running back to the embroidery room, he directly entered the live broadcast room.

When she entered, she found that not only her father was in the live broadcast room, but even the heads of the other four major cultivator families were also in the live broadcast room.

At this time, the cultivator anchor was in the car, and while driving, Niu Shining was bragging.

"See, I'm on my way. Soon, my brothers and I will arrive. You guys have never seen the world. The legend of the dragon-slaying monk has been around for thousands of years, right?"

"For thousands of years, have you really seen the descendants of the dragon-slaying cultivator in the digital world?"

"Some might say there is, but at least I haven't seen it."

"So, I'm not afraid of Chen Hao at all, and I'm not afraid of the descendants of monks who slay dragons. What is that? A cultivator who jumped out of a small ravine."

"Don't look at the face given by so many big brothers in the cultivation world, but it's all rewarded by others!"

"Don't I know Chen Hao's strength yet?"

"There are only a few cats and dogs around, and I can't even gather ten cultivators. When I arrive in a while, I will let the big guys see how I punched Chen Hao and kicked the mourning hall."

Listening to the anchor talking there, Qiao Muyu was so angry that her teeth were itching with hatred. If it was the usual situation, she couldn't help but quarrel with this guy, but after hearing what her father said, After speaking, she focused on other aspects.

Sure enough, he immediately saw that in the live broadcast room, many practitioners were watching the fun, but not many people really followed him.

"That must be done. Brother Nan, who dares to refuse to accept it? Then Chen Hao has a legendary name on his head. Where is he pretending? A paper tiger will break if touched."

"Anchor 666, the world of comprehension lacks courageous young people like the anchor!"

"Hahaha, teach those country bumpkins in Xiaonan Village a lesson. The cultivation world is not a place where country people like them should come!"

Except for a small number of such speeches, the vast majority of cultivators kept silent in the live broadcast room, even if they spoke, it was nothing more than a haha.

"Anchor, don't pretend to be big. When you get there, you will be cleaned up. At that time, you will be the one who will lose face."

Qiao Muyu couldn't bear it any longer, so she still sent a message.

In the end, the anchor of the cultivator said with a proud expression.

"Is the descendant of the dragon-slaying cultivator awesome? I dare to demolish the mourning hall he runs, so I just ask you, and it will be over if he is awesome. As for whether he will take care of me, that is another story."

Hearing this, even Qiao Muyu just felt suffocated, and instantly understood that whether it was ordered by someone or this cultivator, he just wanted to show off.

This time, Chen Hao might not have a good time.

After all, even if this guy died, as long as he caused a commotion in the mourning hall, the reputation of monk dragon slayer, which has been passed down for thousands of years in the cultivation world, would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Because, others don't care about how you deal with it later, as long as they know that the mourning hall set up by monk Dragon Slayer has been smashed, they will instinctively look down on, look down on, and even despise Chen Hao as a waste.

This made her worry, but there was nothing she could do. After all, she was beyond her reach. Moreover, even if she went, the Qiao family would not follow without the approval of the Patriarch.

"Okay, brothers, we have arrived, come, follow me, let's demolish the mourning hall, and let Chen Hao feel the love from the cultivation world."

Hearing the anchor's words, people in the comprehension world laughed. After all, when they thought of the descendants of the dragon-slaying cultivators being bullied by such rascals, their hearts felt dark for a while.

But as the car door opened, they immediately saw that the anchor was stunned, not only was his eyes full of horror, but he also heard Liu Haizhu's indifferent voice more clearly.

"You are the one who wants to demolish the mourning hall. Come on, get down, kneel down, dare to move, I guarantee that today next week will be your first seven!"

(End of this chapter)