After returning from cultivating immortality, I was exposed by my sister’s live broadcast

"Woo~" Sun Yuemei tried to struggle to sit up, wanting to say something.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you bring someone over quickly?" Vane urged, not noticing this.

The elite of the blood clan originally wanted to put Sun Yuemei back for another person, but felt troublesome, so they untied the shackles on his hands and feet, and threatened in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, be honest and go over obediently." To

the surprise of the Blood Clan's elite, this woman did not shout in panic after untying herself.

Compared with those immature girls, she looked a lot calmer, and obediently walked to the central platform, but her eyes fell on Zhao Tianyou all the time, and she wanted to rush over a few times.

After all, it is a son who has been separated for ten years, and it is normal for Sun Yuemei, as a mother, to be excited.

But she also knew the situation at this time, and finally resisted recognizing Zhao Tianyou and came to the platform.

"Huh? Madam, why are you also in there?" was comforting the five girls beside her, and suddenly a beautiful woman who was older than herself came, and Liang Yue was a little surprised.

Doesn't it mean that the people who are imprisoned are all girls with perfect bodies?

This beautiful woman, no matter how you look at it, is already at the age of being a mother.

In the face of Liang Yue's inquiry, Sun Yuemei was absent-minded, just looking at Zhao Tianyou who walked off the dance floor.

"Is he also

a policeman?" "He's not a policeman, but he's here to help us." For Zhao Tianyou, Liang Yue didn't know how to explain.

Zhao Tianyou's identity as an immortal cultivator is really special, and it is inconvenient to reveal it to civilians, and he doesn't even know whether he should truthfully report Zhao Tianyou's identity after returning to the police station.

Seeing that Liang Yue was concealing, Sun Yuemei looked at her with scrutinizing eyes: "You and I... What is the relationship with him?"

"Relationship, friend, this lady... Why do you ask that?" Liang Yue felt that the other party's eyes were a little strange, making her feel inexplicably empty-hearted.

At this time, she also noticed that something was wrong with Sun Yuemei, this beautiful woman looked too sane, and the other little girls were in the devil's cave, crying one by one, and curled up beside her for comfort in fear.

Only she, except for a short time to look at herself with scrutinizing eyes, looked at Zhao Tianyou with affectionate eyes most of the time, and a little tear flickered in her eyes.

On the dance floor, Zhao Tianyou had just arrived at the chosen fighting venue.

The surviving Lower Bloods gathered outside the arena, casting malicious glances at him and ranting and swearing threateningly and frighteningly.

On the other side of the arena, his opponent was waiting early.

An elite of the blood clan, dressed in a black tactical bulletproof vest, two meters tall with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, covered by black combat clothes all over his body, his head was wrapped in a precision steel helmet, dozens of glasses were concentrated on his face, and the faint green light flickered to analyze Zhao Tianyou's every move.

He was almost fully armed, except for the jaw part of his helmet, which was covered by special glass.

"Hehe~" Seeing Zhao Tianyou arrive, he grinned.

His chin also had unshaven stubble, which looked scruffy, and his teeth were snow-white, and the fangs grew sharper with excitement.

Armed with a heavy mace nearly a meter long, black blood residue still remains on the mace.

"Is this the elite of the Blood Clan?" Zhao Tianyou's gaze briefly lingered on the mace in the other party's hand, then stared at the semi-automatic rifle behind him, and the pistol he strapped to his thigh.

Finding Zhao Tianyou staring at the rifle behind him, the Blood Clan elite reached out and untied it and threw it on the ground.

This unexpected move not only made Zhao Tianyou feel strange, but also the blood clan magnates such as Vane on the VIP stage were also shocked.

"Booker, what the hell are you doing!?" Vane, who was still expecting this, asked angrily when he saw this.

Booker did not respond to his master, although he was a subordinate of Vane, he was also an elite trained by the Blood God Cult, with his own pride and dignity.

To have him deal with a wounded Adept and use a firearm in such a situation in full view of everyone was an insult to him, and even Vane couldn't force him to order.

After Booker threw away the gun on his body, he held a heavy mace in his hand and shouted: "Glory

!" "Glory!" On the VIP stage, the other blood elites were encouraged and shouted in unison.

Unlike Vane, who is a blood magnate with a golden key, these trained blood elites all value glory and dignity.

"Kill him

!" "Let this yellow-skinned monkey see the power of our Protoss!" On

the dance floor, the lower-level bloods roared and shouted for Booker.

Booker Yang disobeyed the attitude, choked Booker enough, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn glory! These people are getting harder and harder to command." "

I have the intention to teach Booker a lesson, but he doesn't have that qualification.

After all, these blood clan elites were trained by the Blood God Sect.

If it were not for his father's command, he would not have followed him and protected him.

Listening to the insults and shouts of the people around him, Zhao Tianyou's expression was calm, but Liang Yue and the others on the platform couldn't be so calm, Liang Yue couldn't help but sweat for Zhao Tianyou, afraid that Zhao Tianyou would not be able to win, and even more worried that if he won the other party, these blood clans would be angry and turn their faces.

After all, there are a lot of them, and the only one they can rely on is Zhao Tianyou.

However, the torn robe on Zhao Tianyou's body showed that Zhao Tianyou's condition was not good.

Sun Yuemei was even more frightened, watching her son surrounded by those monsters, her heart was sad and angry, and there was a kind of despair that was the enemy of the world.

"Hehe~" Listening to the encouragement and shouts of the clansmen, Booker smiled cruelly and made a throat-slitting gesture at Zhao Tianyou.

Zhao Tianyou's eyes were cold. With his index and middle fingers clenched, the well-preserved crowfeather blades on the ground were summoned, floating from the rubble and corpses, and rushing up before Booker could react.

Listening only to the crisp sound of "ding-ding", the silver blade hit the black body armor and helmet, and was bounced away like an egg hitting a stone.

A small number of crow feather flying knives that were already broken were even more shattered, and they lost their aura and could no longer be summoned.

"So hard?" The crow feather flying knife that had killed the Quartet before, but at this time, it couldn't even break through the defense on the other party's body, and Zhao Tianyou's heart sank a little more.

If there was no supernatural intervention at that time, once these blood elites joined the battle with guns on their shoulders, they would probably have lost very badly.

"After all, the material is too low-level, if there is a chance to upgrade the crow feather. Zhao Tianyou regretted that if he lost this battle, it would not be so much a loss to the blood clan as a loss to human technology.

"Smack~" Booker stepped on the broken crow feather flying knife on the ground with his boots and crushed it hard.

"Bang!", his foot slammed on the ground, and at the same time as the tile floor shattered, Booker had already rushed out, raising the mace in his hand and smashing it towards Zhao Tianyou.

"Streamer!" Zhao Tianyou bent his body slightly, the pocket sword on his waist trembled and broke away from his waist, turning into a streamer sword and flying towards Booker.