Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

The group of guys who were flattering Chu Tian before were instantly stunned.

Looking at Lin Qihao who was suddenly blown away, his eyes were full of shock.

"Bold slave! How dare you attack Mr. Lin!"

"At the entrance of the palace, the minister who committed the crime, does he still have Emperor Roland in his eyes?"

"I will write to the Emperor and ask him to sentence him to death!"

A group of ministers were chattering, but no one planned to teach Chu Tian a lesson.

Although they tend to follow the trend and flatter Lynch.

But this does not mean that they have no brains and are a bunch of fools.

On the contrary, they are smarter than anyone else, and they are just like a group of human beings.

After seeing Chu Tian take action, he roughly understood the gap between himself and Chu Tian.

They know very well that if they take action, they will probably be better or worse than Lynch.

But no matter what, Lin Qi was beaten so hard that if they didn't say something, they wouldn't be able to follow Lin Qi around in the future.

So he stood there with his hands on his hips and cursed Chu Tian angrily.

However, it seemed that they had learned from Lin Qi's mistakes. After a few curses, they stopped.

Chu Tian, ​​on the other hand, simply ignored these clowns and walked straight to Lin Qihao.

At this time, Lin Qihao was still lying on the ground, and the hand that had grabbed Chu Tian's collar had lost all feeling.

"Asshole! You, a little human slave, dare to hurt me. Wait until I write to the Emperor and ask him to punish all nine of your tribes!"

Lin Qi shouted angrily, staring at Chu Tian with eyes full of anger.

"Still haven't learned to shut up?"

Chu Tian flicked his fingers and a ball of Nirvana fire appeared in his hand.

"What do you want to do!" Lin Qihao stared at the flame in Chu Tian's hand with wide eyes, and a chill climbed up his spine.

"Let you learn to speak."

Chu Tian waved his hand, and the flame immediately fell off his hand and fell directly onto Lin Qi's good arm.

Lin Qi was so surprised that he waved his arms in a panic and kept tapping the ground with his hand holding the fire.

But for some reason, the flame seemed to never be extinguished and kept burning on his arm.

"What are you bastards waiting for! Help me put out the fire!"

When the ministers heard this, they recovered from their shock and ran over quickly.

"Sir, this is the sapphire juice I extracted from the sapphire fruit. Apply it on..."

"Asshole! Fall down quickly!"

The minister was holding a porcelain vase, as if he wanted to introduce to Lin Qi the preciousness of the juice in his porcelain vase.

But at this time, Lin Qi's arm was constantly being burned by the flames, and he was sweating profusely in pain. He didn't want to hear this at all.

The minister was frightened by Lin Qihao's roar and did not dare to say anything. He quickly opened the bottle cap and poured it into Lin Qihao's arm.

Watching the juice in the porcelain bottle being poured out bit by bit, the minister's face looked like he was in great pain.

The juice in the porcelain bottle continued to flow down, and slowly less and less flowed out. Finally, only a few drops fell, but the flame on Lin Qihao's arm was still extremely strong.

The minister picked up the bottle and looked at Lin Qihao in shock and helplessness.

"Lin, Mr. Lin, he is gone."

Hearing this, Lin Qihao became angry and kicked the minister over.

"Why are you bastards still standing there! Believe it or not, I will send a letter to the Emperor to punish you nine tribes!"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly came to their senses and quickly took out their own magic weapons from the storage rings.