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Blood mixed with internal organs and meat fell to the ground.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

A blood streak slowly retracted into the metal glove in his hand.

"Ah, husband, why did you cover my eyes? I can't see anything."

The moment he took action, he covered Lin Yuxi's eyes again.

If she saw these things, she would definitely not be able to sleep at night.

But she's not a fool either.

From the smell of blood in the air, she knew someone had died again.

But she wouldn't know how bloody the scene was.

Wu Meiniang's pupils at the side shrank.

In the early stage of Innate, five of them were killed instantly.

What kind of strength does this person have?

Even at her peak as a Martial Master, it would be impossible for her to do such a thing.

And this man looks very young.

Could it be that he is an old monster who took beauty pills?

But how could such a person appear in this world?

While she was thinking, the middle-aged man who had not yet taken action pretended to be quite calm.

But my heart was filled with panic.

He has achieved Martial Master though.

But it was impossible for him to kill these five people instantly like they were pigs and dogs.

Damn it, if I had known this job was so dangerous, I would have never accepted the order.

It’s so embarrassing for everyone now.

Should he stay and say a few words now, or should he run away.

This is nonsense, and if it offends the murderous god opposite, will he still be able to see the sun tomorrow?

But if you want to turn around and run away, isn't this a bit unreasonable?

Just when he hesitated, Jiang Chuan stood up from the chair.

This action frightened the middle-aged man's legs to the point where he knelt down.

"Senior, if you have something to say, I'm just a go-getter."

"Your Majesty has a large number, so let's put the smaller one on the horse."

Jiang Chuan scratched his nose.

"Now I want to take them away, do you still have any objections?"

"No, no."

Just kidding, if he dares to say anything, his fate will definitely not be worse than those unlucky ones.

Rather than die inexplicably, it's better to bow your head and admit your mistake.

Who lets others have bigger fists than themselves?

Jiang Chuan's eyes did not fall on him.

At this moment, a familiar figure appeared behind the middle-aged man.

A sword pierced the middle-aged man's throat directly.

Commonly withdrawn slowly.

The middle-aged man covered his throat with both hands, but it was still difficult to stop the blood spurting out.

With a pop, his body fell limp to the ground, twitched a few times and stopped moving.

The owner of the seventh floor heard the commotion here, came over to take a look, and saw this scene in front of him.

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with her.

But these bastards actually dared to dirty her building.

Even the people behind them didn't dare to die here.

"Someone, please clean this place up for me."

"yes."

A group of people rushed in quickly.

The body parts were discarded.

The blood on the ground was wiped dry.

Watching buckets of red blood being carried out, new lake water was brought in.

After repeating it seven or eight times, the place was cleaned.

Sprinkle some petals and the smell of blood in the air disappears.

Only then did the seventh floor owner turn his attention to Jiang Chuan again.

"I don't care who you are. You must give me an explanation for dirtying my place."

However, Jiang Chuan suddenly disappeared from the same place and appeared in front of her again.

He slapped her face with his backhand.

The owner of the seventh floor flew backwards and hit the opposite wall.

He barely managed to steady his body, so as not to make himself very embarrassed.

But the red handprints on his face were extremely clear.

Wu Meiniang's scalp felt numb and her hair stood on end.

I never expected that he would actually dare to attack the original poster.

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And the most outrageous thing is that he actually hit it.

What’s wrong with this world!

That's the poster, Wu Zong, okay.

You pervert just beat me up like this. Are you going to heaven?

He was complaining like this in his heart, but his eyes were full of excitement.

Thighs, thick thighs.

A very thick kind.

Jiang Chuan didn't know what was going on in her head.

The moment the seventh floor owner had just stood up, he had already appeared less than two meters away from her.

A fierce momentum locked on her body.

The seventh floor owner was so frightened that he did not dare to move.

"Now let's talk about my wife's problem."

"You captured her and brought her to your place for auction. Did you ask me for my opinion?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he gradually regained his composure.

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Jiang Yuelou. So what?"

"Then you probably don't know who is behind Jiang Yuelou, right?"

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows one by one.

"What, he is awesome? Even if he is the Emperor of Great Xia, as long as he dares to touch my woman, his fate will be the same."

"So, now you can start your show. Let me see who is so reckless."

The seventh floor owner was so choked by his lawless aura that he dared not speak.

She was really afraid that this guy would do something like that.

At this moment, an old woman limped out from the side with a cane.

"Haha, I'm really sorry. This is just a misunderstanding. We didn't mean to target you."

"We are deeply sorry for this."

The seventh floor master's pupils shrank.

I didn't expect that she would say that.

"Xiao Qi, give 10 million Xuanjing to this lady."

"In addition, don't worry about the things over there. And we can't control it."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, the seventh floor owner was a smart person.

Of course I know the subtext in these words.

"Yes, grandma."

He casually took off the ring on his hand.

Not only is there a deposit certificate worth ten million Xuanjing, but the ring itself is also worth a million.

Compared to these tens of millions of mysterious crystals, this ring is not worth mentioning at all.

Jiang Chuan didn't expect this old woman to be so smart.

He took the ring she handed over and nodded slightly.

"Okay, this matter is over. But if there is another time, you'd better prepare the coffin in advance."

The two of them didn't speak.

Jiang Chuan hugged Lin Yuxi and left leisurely.

Wu Meiniang carefully followed the two of them, and actually left here with them.

This made her extremely excited.

The seventh floor owner looked at the backs of the three people rowing away, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Grandma, why?"

Although she guessed some possibilities.

But she still wanted to hear her say it herself.

"Haha. You guessed it, didn't you?"

"Then what kind of cultivation is he?"

"At least Martial King."

It is very difficult for practitioners to improve their realm.

The day after tomorrow, Innate is fine.

With the accumulation of resources, breakthroughs can still be made.

But starting from the Martial Master level, there are strict requirements on the quality of martial souls.

You must have at least a level 3 martial spirit to become a Martial Master.

Four bottles reached Wuzong.

Seventh Grade can theoretically reach Martial Saint. But this is just theory.

One who can truly become a Martial Saint. The entire Great Xia Dynasty couldn't find a single slap in the face.

Within the royal family, there is only one ancestor who has reached the level of Martial Saint.

Qi Qiqi couldn't help but take a breath when he heard that the young man had reached such a high level.

"Such an exaggeration. Isn't he an old monster?"

Grandma shook her head slightly.

"No, he won't be more than a hundred years old at most."