After Xu Bai and others stepped forward with Jianzui Mountain, Guan Heng suddenly walked forward a few steps and came to an open area not far ahead. He had a premonition that the guys about to appear were actually spreading from here. "Huh—swh—swh—" In the blink of an eye, the wind suddenly sounded, and three people rushed towards him together.

"Uh?!It's him..." Guan Heng's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly found that one of the guys was still clamping his own people under his ribs. It was Zhu Guo's fake son, Zhu Ping.

The three of them all looked quite strange. An old bald man had no hair on his head. Next to him was a guy with a pussy on his face and a thick and generous appearance. A scar was like a twisted earthworm, with a broken eyebrows extending downwards, slashing across the corner of his mouth, looking particularly ferocious.

The last person turned out to be a woman wearing a green cloth shirt and a colorful quilt on her head. Although she was dressed in a gorgeous manner, she was over 60 years old. Her wrinkles on her face were not only old, but also had only one hand. Zhu Ping was shocked and was clamped under her ribs with one arm.

"All of them are strong people above the semi-black realm?!" Guan Heng thought to himself: "I don't know where these guys suddenly appeared. What are their purposes?"

But when he saw a stranger appearing in front of him, Zhu Ping, who was captured by the one-armed old woman, seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately screamed: "Help--"

Seeing this, the one-armed old woman immediately snorted coldly: "Boy, shut up."

"Bang!" Before the old woman finished speaking, she suddenly exerted her strength with her one arm, and immediately made Zhu Ping's bones "grizzle" sound. Zhu Ping was in the realm of green energy, and could withstand the other party's destruction. She immediately groaned and almost fainted in pain.

"Boy, who are you? Let's be honest, otherwise I'll be polite to you!"

The bald old man saw that Guan Heng was only about half red, so he didn't take him seriously at all, but he was a little afraid of the snake-like bird on Guan Heng's shoulders. The other party seemed to know that the flying red-air monster bird was not easy to mess with.

"Hmph, old guy, you speak so hard." Guan Heng sneered at this moment, and a whimpering whistle suddenly sounded behind him. Six ghost shadows appeared around him in an instant. Seeing this, the three of them immediately took a breath of air: "Six red-gas ghosts?!"

"Six? That's not necessarily."

"Bang!" As soon as Guan Heng said this, he reached out and gently patted the copper urn on his waist. "Swish-" A white light appeared in the air.

"Squeak squeak!!" The Infant White Ghost Shadow suddenly burst out with a scream of exclamation, and all the crimson ghost energy suddenly appeared: "Huhuhuhu--"

At this time, the infant white ghost increased its strength a little more. It was infinitely close to the peak of the deep red realm, and it could tear the shackles at any time and soar to the semi-black realm, becoming the strongest combat power around Guan Heng.

"Seven, seven ghosts, all in the red energy realm..." The three guys who had never taken Guan Heng's eyes were a little panicked at this time, especially the bald old man who had just spoken harshly to Guan Heng and wanted to question his background, and beads of sweat immediately oozed out of his shiny forehead.

"Hey, for the half-black powerful man, it is more intimidating to the seven ghosts."

While Guan Heng had this idea in his heart, he saw the bald old man in fear and knew the hearts of the people. He immediately sneered slightly and showed his white teeth: "Old guy, who are you? Tell me truthfully, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

These words happened to be what the old man had seen Guan Heng before counting breaths. It was really a retribution in this life. It came quickly. At this moment, Guan Heng returned the words to the other party intact, as if he had slapped the other party loudly in the face.

"It's outrageous. This brat is deliberately targeting me. Damn..." The bald old man just thought of this, and the scar-faced man next to him couldn't control his anger. The guy immediately roared: "Boy, others are afraid of these red-air ghosts, I, Wu Huan, aren't afraid, uh ah ah--"

It was a time to say that, and then the scar-faced man Wu Huan suddenly appeared in a deep red energy all over his body, bent his knees and kicked the ground, and instantly rushed towards Guan Heng.

"If you kill you, the controlled ghosts will be defeated without fighting!" Wu Huan made up his mind and suddenly showed off his short handle and heavy sword behind him, and used the strong wind to illuminate Guan Heng and fell to his head: "Kill--"

"Hmph, you move first, you die first!" While Guan Hengsenran snorted coldly, four horned ghosts rushed out quickly, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several soul shadows hit the heavy sword in Wu Huan's palm one after another, and actually knocked him back four steps.

Although the sluts only have the Red Peak Ghost Aura, which is much worse than Wu Huan, the semi-black powerful man, it is not difficult for them to shake back the other side by taking advantage of the powerful impact they have generated in a hurry.

"Uh?! What a powerful red-gas ghost..." Wu Huan's attack was blocked, and he was so upset that he almost spit out blood in his heart. But just when he wanted to regain his strength and attack again, Guan Heng had already rushed over: "I said, you move first, you die first-"

"Crack--" The cold light of the Hongyun Sword flashed away. Where the sharp edge flew, the handle of the heavy sword clamped and broke. The remaining momentum suddenly opened the other party's neck and throat. "Puff!" A large bunch of red mist splashed out from Wu Huan. The guy's eyes were wide open and he fell to the ground.

"One move, hehe, the half-black powerful man couldn't even catch me." Guan Heng suddenly shook his wrist and shook his blood on the sword's edge as if it was raining heavily. He sneered at the remaining two: "Do you want to have the same fate as him?"

"Uh?!" The bald old man and the one-armed old woman looked no more. At this moment, the snake-like birds in the sky were croaking and screaming, and the sound of the seven ghosts roaring. How could they not be shocked?

"Puzzle." The one-armed old woman was panicked and actually let go of her hand and threw Zhu Ping, whom she had grabbed, to the ground. Guan Heng snorted coldly, and ignored her. Instead, he stared at the bald old man and asked, "Didn't I hear what I asked just now? Say! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

This bald old man dared not offend Guan Heng at this moment... The large group of ghosts behind him hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Well, please calm down the anger of thunder. I was offensive in my words just now, so please forgive me and forgive me."

"Hmph, your mouth is very fast. Now you are not a 'boy', then a 'little friend'."

Guan Heng's face was full of disdain and contempt. When he finished saying this, the bald old man's muscles twitched and jumped straight, but pretended not to hear it. He said with a smile: "My name is Meng Ju. The one next to him is my wife Hai, Hai Qiong, hurry up, I have seen my friend."

The one-armed old woman Hai Qiong also suppressed her anger at this time. She stepped forward and clasped her fists and smiled reluctantly: "I have met a friend."
Chapter completed!