This supermarket is not right [Honghuang]

The weird voice was hoarse, indifferent, and it sounded like a metal collision.Haotian please frowned, and slowly raised his head.The sharp-edged face made by the stern appearance looked like a glacier, and his face was covered with frost.His brows and eyes were lightly raised, and his stern aura made the whole supermarket seem to be plunged into a void of nothingness.

Yang Jian's mana stagnated, and the mighty coercion rushed towards his face like a rushing river.Wrap him in it, you can barely breathe.Qinghui swallowed his saliva lightly, his hands were trembling, and there was a snap.The little flag in his hand fell to the ground, and his hand slowly let go, trembling constantly.This majesty made Qinghui somewhat familiar, as if he was an acquaintance whom he had not seen for many years.

There was a flash of light in Haotian's eyes, "Not coming out? I want you to come out!" Haotian's voice was cold, like the ethereal voice of the sky, although it lingered in his ears, but the distance was very far away.Fang Zhe was still a little dizzy at first, but suddenly a dazzling fire rushed into the supermarket.Fang Zhe was horrified, and took a few steps back, almost rushing out of the counter.In the firelight, a figure slowly flashed.

Only then did Fang Zhe come to his senses. There are so many gods in his supermarket, and they don't seem to be afraid of these burning flames.The flames showed a red gold color, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorting.Looking extremely terrifying, Fang Zhe frowned and looked at the figure in the firelight lightly.This person seems to know both Haotian and Yang Jian, looking at the looks on their faces.He was very displeased with the figures in the firelight.There was no emotion on Haotian's indifferent face, like a robot without emotion, he said coldly, "You are so presumptuous?"

Flames rose, and clusters of flames floated in the supermarket.Fang Zhe opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.There was no expression on Haotian's cold cheek, and he remained motionless.Fang Zhe silently swallowed his words into his mouth, and Yang Jian squinted his eyes silently looking at the figure in the firelight.This Hanba, relying on being the emperor's daughter, is doing evil in the earth fairy world.The reddish flames suddenly gathered together, and the figure slowly appeared.

The woman lightly raised a pair of beautiful eyes, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.There is a strange flame on the forehead, a purple coquettish line, drawn along the corner of the eyebrow to the chin, looks extremely coquettish.Her cyan robe fluttered slowly, looking at Haotian's face, she said, "Your Majesty is really ruthless." When she spoke, she was full of charm, but her yin and yang voice made people extremely uncomfortable.

Yang Jian made a look at Qinghui, Qinghui understood, and slowly retreated behind Yang Jian, picking up the apricot-yellow flag on the ground without a trace.Hanba didn't pay attention to Qinghui's small movements, her eyes were already attracted by the scorching light emanating from the cardboard box.

Haotian's majestic expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly, "Hanba!" Hanba was taken aback for a moment, and then chuckled, "Da Tianzun, this treasure is learned by those who are capable, but here we can only let this treasure be dusted. How about—" At this point, Han Yan turned around and was about to rush towards the treasure.Haotian didn't stop him either, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.Han Yan is always on guard against Haotian, she knows that Haotian's cultivation has long been unfathomable.But this thing is extremely important to her.This is the reason why Haotian was not taken into account.

But Haotian remained motionless, and Han Yan couldn't figure out Haotian's mind.Slowly approaching the cardboard box, a scorching and powerful breath rushed over.Hanba's green clothes floated in the air with the scorching air, and when she was about to stretch out her hand, there was a sudden change.Yang Jian's two-faced three-pointed knife lay in front of her eyes, Han Yan was taken aback, and looked at Yang Jian leisurely.There seemed to be some mocking light shining in his eyes, Yang Jian swallowed his saliva lightly, and looked at Han Yan.

As early as the emperor's reign, Hanba already had the cultivation base of Daluo Jinxian, and Yang Jian has become a god in the past few years, although the nine-turn Xuangong is extremely mysterious.But his progress has slowed down a lot. Nine-turn Mysterious Art needs to accumulate a lot of immortal power.Even if there are Zhoutian stars constantly running in the heavenly court, he is only the cultivation base of Daluo Jinxian.His face slowly sank, perhaps Hanba was already at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, or even the cultivation level of a quasi-sage.Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help but cheer up, and he held the double-edged three-edged knife tightly in his hand.

Han Yan chuckled and said, "Yang Jian, are you overthinking yourself?" Han Yan's sarcasm was almost on his lips, and Yang Jian bit his lower lip and snorted coldly, "Han Yan, don't underestimate it." Others!" A mocking smile appeared on Han Yan's alluring face, she gently held the blade with her hand, and smiled slightly.A hot breath swept over like a storm, and Yang Jian felt like he was in a volcano with boiling magma on the other side.There were clusters of strange purple flames on the magma, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping drop by drop.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, he knew it was an illusion.But when the clusters of flames flew towards him, he also knew that the clusters of flames were not fantasies, but the true fire of Sanwei.

Qinghui pursed his lips, and a gust of hot air blew past him, as if it was about to melt him.The apricot-yellow flag in his hand emitted a pale golden light, and he threw it into the sky.The apricot-yellow flag unfurled slowly, creating a circle of ripples, and the rising scorching air was isolated by the apricot-yellow flag.Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, touched the sweat on his forehead, picked up the double-edged three-edged knife in his hand, rolled up a blade, and rushed towards Hanba.

Hanba smiled coldly, turned away to avoid the flickering light of the knife.Yang Jian firmly held the double-edged three-edged knife in his hand, and looked at Han Yan with his eyes motionless.

Fang Zhe was about to rush over with a willow branch, Haotian stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Fang Zhe's clothes and said, "What are you going to do?" Haotian's voice was very deep, and Fang Zhe couldn't help turning his head to look at Haotian .Just as he was about to speak, he opened his mouth, but he didn't have time.But when he found Haotian's deep pupils shining like black gems, Fang Zhe paused.Being pulled over by Haotian, "You, what are you doing?"

Haotian blocked Fang Zhe, Fang Zhe questioned with a trace of anger.He was really annoyed, seeing an inexplicable person about to commit murder in his shop, it's fine if he can't call 110, can't he come forward to help himself?Fang Zhe looked unhappy, with a layer of anger in his brows and eyes.Haotian rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "They can handle it well."

The double-sided three-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand emitted a cold light, and the entire blade seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light.Haotian pursed his lips lightly and said, "Hanba can't get any benefit from them." Haotian seemed to mean something, but he didn't explain it.Fang Zhe tilted his head thinking about Haotian's words, and asked after a while, "What do you mean by that?"

Haotian raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "If you didn't really think that Yang Jian and that little Taoist priest would be easy?" Fang Zhe was stunned for a moment, and then said dully, "I know Yang Jian is very powerful, but he is not good at that Hanba? Are you struggling?" "Heh——" Haotian sneered, "Yang Jian is the head of the three generations of disciples of Chanjiao, that little Taoist priest, heh." Having said this, Haotian stopped talking.

Yang Jian's movements were not slow, and the golden lotuses in front of him kept withering and blooming.Qinghui's forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat, Yang Jianyuan turned nine turns of Xuan Gong, and a golden light rushed out of the double-sided three-edged knife, like the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring in the supermarket.Han Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yang Jian to be so powerful, he really deserved to be the god of war in heaven.The knife in her hand with purple awns blocked in front of her.

With a bang, the Hanba almost flew upside down and fell to the floor.Haotian raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, Yang Jian had hidden a lot of strength.Hmph, Yang Jian seemed to be lazy a lot when he was asked to strangle those demon kings on weekdays.At this moment, Yang Jian almost used up all his strength, Han Yan put one hand on the floor and stood up.His eyes were always in the cardboard box and never left.With a light swipe of the knife with purple awns in her hand, a burst of purple air rushed towards Jinlian like a raging flame.Qinghui gritted his teeth, and continuously poured his spiritual energy into Xinghuangqi.

Yang Jian was taken aback, and shouted, "Take out the Xuanyuan Sword quickly." Qinghui looked at Yang Jian in astonishment, because Yang Jian had his back turned to him.He couldn't see Yang Jian's expression, but the impatient voice made Qing Hui not dare to slow down.With a flick of his hand, a golden sword appeared in Qinghui's hand.

Holding the hilt of the sword, the sharp edge of the sword was revealed, as if it was not in control, it gently swiped into the air.With a snort, the space seemed to be cut, a golden dragon soared into the sky, and rushed out of the supermarket carrying Hanba.Haotian sneered and said, "This Human Sovereign is really calculating." Qinghui stared blankly at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, as if he was in a daze.Yang Jian felt that the breath of Hanba had disappeared, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Da Tianzun, this—"

Haotian glanced at Yang Jian silently, "Move this thing up first." Yang Jian nodded slightly, and he walked towards the stairs with the cardboard box in his arms.I don't know what kind of treasure the things in this cardboard box are, they are extremely heavy.As if it could make Yang Jian unable to stand upright, Yang Jian walked up the stairs step by step.Haotian pursed his lips and glanced at Fang Zhe, took out a piece of paper that was crumpled like waste paper from his trouser pocket and said, "Sign for it!"

Fang Zhe was taken aback, looked at Haotian in surprise, and said in a low voice, "Return, do you really want to sign for it?" Haotian raised his brows and sneered, "Otherwise, what do you think, Hanba is just a small person? The main character has not arrived yet. You, be careful!"