Chapter 871: A faint word

"That's Chu Xiaobei!"

"Sure enough, she looks pretty, it's no wonder that the Emperor Luoyou would like her!"

"What do you know, the people of Emperor Luoyou are not attracted to her because of her beauty!"

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, but I know that she is really sad. As a goddess of the Xuanyu fairy clan, she was hit by a catastrophe. The people of her clan didn't want to resist, but wanted to catch her and send her out to eliminate disaster."

"Xiongtai is a sensible person, but Xuanyu Immortal Clan has no choice."

"In any case, it is a cowardly act. If I energetically the immortal clan, I will definitely rebel against the clan, and I will never regret it even if it is destroyed.

"Dali Immortal Clan is really strong!"

"..."

Su Lang and Chu Xiaobei stood there, watching what happened in the hall.

Those martial artists of the Xuanyu clan who were madly surprised and cruel, like evil dogs.

Those disgusting men who are salivating and greedy for beauty.

Those martial artists who show pity and stand by.

There are some who make sense, but they are few...

Chu Xiaobei lowered her head slightly, and gently squeezed her fists.

She was often bullied by people from other lines.

At this time, those insults were already in sight.

Su Lang's face was like ice, with murderous aura in his eyes!

In just a few words, the surrounding black jade warriors had rushed over and surrounded Su Lang and Chu Xiaobei.

However, what shocked them was that Chu Xiaobei and the man next to him exuded a quasi-celestial aura.

"How did she become a quasi immortal!?"

"Isn't she a Seven-Star Martial Saint, she has only escaped for two months, and she has become a quasi immortal!?"

"Fake, it must be a bluff, trying to scare us!"

"Don't move rashly, surround them first, and wait for Palace Master Xuanheng to come."

One by one, the Xuanyu clan warriors stopped and surrounded Su Lang and Xiaobei from a distance.

next moment.

Palace Master Xuan Heng in that population stepped into the air and looked down at Su Lang and Chu Xiaobei.

"Chu Xiaobei, come with us!"

This Hallmaster Xuanheng who sits in this teleportation hall is a martial immortal.

He was righteous and awe-inspiring, and the look in Chu Xiaobei's eyes seemed to be a sinner.

Immediately this person glanced at Su Lang, showing a warning, and then moved away with disdain.

"Not bad!"

"Catch it!"

"Hurry up with us and bow your head to confess!"

As he said, two great saint-level warriors rushed up and reached out to grab Chu Xiaobei's arm.

In their opinion, Chu Xiaobei would not dare to resist with the presence of the Martial Immortal, Palace Master Xuanheng.

"Xuan Heng Wuxian is out, then Chu Xiaobei will be taken away!"

"The man next to him doesn't know who it is, he seems to be a quasi immortal, but it is a pity that he is vulnerable in front of Wuxian, so he dare not say anything at this time."

"It's a pity that a beautiful and powerful female quasi-immortal will end up."

"..."

The warriors around watching the show whispered and talked.

But the next moment.

Let everyone stunned, something terrifying happened!

"dead!"

A faint word came out of the handsome man next to Chu Xiaobei. The voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears!

Accompanied by the voice, there is an invisible force of terrifying rules!

Next second.

Seeing those two Wu Shengs who stretched out their hands to capture Chu Xiaobei's figure, the light in their eyes dimmed directly, turning into two corpses, and fell to the ground with a plop!

Immediately after.

Formed in a circle, the Xuanyu clan warriors who surrounded Su Lang and Xiaobei also fell to the ground at the same time, with no breath!

Not only these fierce Xuanyu clan warriors!

Tens of thousands of people stood in the huge teleportation hall. Among these people, anyone who spoke harshly to Chu Xiaobei fell dead immediately!

Because most of them hold the mentality that they are not afraid of making a big deal, so there are many people who speak no words.

Wow!

Each warrior fell on the ground, in different postures.

At this moment, two-thirds of the people in the hall died!