"There are eight more...hehehehehehe!"

The old man with purple hair just touched it at will, and those people were either broken or howled violently. Without exception, those people lost their lives under the screams, and some even died before they could shout for help.

"Devil! He is the devil!" The men in black were already yelling hysterically. Everyone's face was as pale as paper and their hearts were panicked. They had never been as frightened as they are now. This fear appeared in each of their minds like haze, and the shadows that were plagued by their minds seemed to be like a nightmare.

"Puff!"

A bullet shot directly through Wu Zihao's left leg. Wu Zihao resisted the urge to scream. He bit his arm tightly and did not dare to make any sound. He knew that if it attracted the attention between them, not only those men in black would pay attention to him, but everyone would also be implicated because of him. The sweat on his forehead had been soaked by him. He held it back, but he fainted because of it.

"I, I... I have the national treasure of the ancient Nile Kingdom, don't kill me, don't kill me!" The burly man put down the mechanism in his hand and took out a small and exquisite wooden box from his bag at his waist, and respectfully handed it to the purple-haired old man.

The purple-haired old man took the box handed over by the burly man with a smile. The burly man's eyes flashed with a strange color. He picked up a horse sword and was about to stab the purple-haired old man. The purple-haired old man just sneered and crushed the burly man's thick wrist and hit the strong man's neck with a palm. The strong man lost his vitality because of this, his eyes widened and fell down.

"One left!"

The Poison King regretted why he made the sound of this demon? He clasped his big hood over his head and ran wildly.

"Where can you escape?" A cold voice shocked the Poison King.

"You made me!" The poison king shed his big hood black robe, exposed his bloated muscles, and hurriedly inserted a potion from his waist into his limbs and arms.

"It's interesting, can you even enter poisoning like this?" The old man with purple hair was not in a hurry to take action. On the contrary, he was happy to meet such a resistant opponent.

"Hahahaha!" The Poison King showed a ferocious smile, his hands began to swell slowly, and he stretched out the sleeves on his arms inch by inch. Finally, his whole body swelled around, and his clothes seemed to be picked up from a trash can. Looking at his extreme expression of the leader of the Beggar Gang, he really looked like a mental patient who escaped from an abnormal hospital.

"Okay, I took back what I just said." Si Wanjue was speechless. He thought that this guy should be a genius of potions, and perhaps he had a talent no less than Zhao Qianyu. But observing his crazy appearance, Si Wanjue still wanted to give up on him and give up fighting with him.

"I let you go, you can leave."

It was not that Si Wanjue was afraid of this person, but that Si Wanjue felt that this person might have a bad mind. If he fought with him, it would be too damaging to be his identity.

"What are you going to let me go?" The Poison King saw that Si Wanjue wanted to let him go, as if he heard the funnyest joke in the world. "Hahaha!"

"Arrogant!" Si Wanjue raised his legs and kicked the Poison King away. The Poison King sank on the stone wall and fainted.

There are no extra moves, no gorgeous special effects, and some are just one simple move.

However, just one kick made the Poison King lose all his combat power. Neither of them was on the same level and had no comparison.

Zhao Ganyu and his friends stopped the poison king from any movement, and they couldn't help but be afraid of the purple-haired old man. Everyone could no longer hide the convulsions at the corners of their mouths. The purple-haired old man was too powerful. The little monster he heard from the purple-haired old man seemed to be... Zhao Ganyu!

They were all shocked. When did Zhao Ganyu meet such a powerful master?

"Hmph!" Si Wanjue walked towards Zhao Ganyu step by step. Although it was dark around, everyone could clearly find the changes around him.

It was obvious that the old man in front of him killed those Ruan Qifeng's subordinates. They were actually full of fear. After all, under the kind of fire-taking, the old man was so powerful, which no one expected.

In fact, the one who was most afraid of was Sun Tongtong. She had seen this purple-haired old man. At that time, the purple-haired old man was fighting with the white-haired old man. She thought it was fun, but she didn't expect that the purple-haired old man was really so powerful.

The old voice suddenly rang...

"Not bad, good, old poison, your skills have improved again, but for me, you are still very bad!"

A voice suddenly came from above, and at this time the tomb chamber was lit up directly, with bright lights and oil lamps all lit up. The person talking was an old man with golden hair, and five graceful girls stood behind him.

However, on the other side, there was a soldier with golden ancient style armor. They stood neatly in a row. Each of them wore a modern Chinese naval hat on their heads, and they held hands tightly, and their whole bodies were extremely inconsistent. However, this was the style that Zhao Ganyu knew, a soldier from the Guroni Kingdom.

"Little monster, I know you are still alive, take it!" Si Wanjue threw the exquisite wooden box towards Zhao Ganyu, and the box only landed half a meter above Zhao Ganyu.

"Old poison, come and take the call!" The old blonde man, Shenwu Feiyang, flew straight forward with one hand and carried it behind his back with the other, as if he had a trickle of flowing. But if he savored it carefully, he would find the mystery, because his behavior was about to soar the eagle, and the birds slid directly with the help of the birds.

"Old bitch, I actually hid here and ambush me. I'll see that I'll slash you with one palm!"

"Huh?" Zhao Ganyu felt that the wooden box was a bit strange, because he could feel a familiar feeling from the wooden box, which made him feel very comfortable.

It was holding it in my hand, but it seemed like I had touched the mechanism of the wooden box, and there was only a "click".

A golden light flashed across the wooden box, and the box suddenly cracked. A thing like a golden dragon appeared in the wooden box. The dragon directly climbed onto Zhao Ganyu's hand. Zhao Ganyu was frightened and pulled his hand back, but it was a little late.

The tiny golden dragon actually disappeared into Zhao Ganyu's body, and the wooden box fell to the ground and closed automatically.
Chapter completed!