Chapter 29 Fight for Life with Gambling

Just when everyone thought that Luo Han was about to be killed by Tan Sa, the sound of objects flying through the air suddenly sounded in the sky.

A purple light shot from a distance and fell beside Tan Sa. After the light set, it exposed a figure in a purple robe and stood with his back to Tan Sa and Luo Han.

"Tssa, what happened here?"

The voice of the comer is clear and pleasant, but it has a strong deterrent.

Luo Han only felt that his heart was tight, and the vitality in his body was ready to move. Luo Han quickly relaxed his body and prevented the vitality from flowing. Now as long as he shows a little spiritual power, he will be exposed immediately.

When Tan Sa saw the person coming, his face changed slightly. He quickly knelt down and said, "Tan Sa, see Mr. He!"

"What happened? I feel that the old man Lanhu has also been here." Mr. He slowly turned around and faced Tan Sa and Luo Han.

Luo Han couldn't help but be surprised when he saw "He Lao".

Too young!

He Lao looks less than 20 years old, three times younger than Lin Aixin. If he is the same year as Luo Han, no one will doubt it, but such a young man is called "He Lao" by the strong guest of the black museum.

The level division of the black museum is based on the number of killing infiltrators, the lowest is the warrior, then the strong guest, and then the killing star. Tan Sa respects this young man so much. Is he a "killing star" who has slaughtered at least 3,000 infiltrated creatures?

The most terrible thing is that Luo Han can't feel a trace of spiritual power from He Lao, which shows that He Lao has more than the cultivation of foundation, and his foundation construction time must not be short, and he has done a good job in the restraint of spiritual power.

Luo Han was shocked, but his face still showed nothing. After proper surprise, Luo Han no longer looked at He Lao's face. Although he was not afraid of death, he did not arrogantly provoke the other party, but he was thinking about the possibility of killing him and the best way to get out of danger.

Tan Sa respectfully explained what had just happened to Mr. He. Luo Han suddenly found a black sun sign on the edge of Tan Sa's trousers. He secretly blinked and found that it was also on the edge of He Lao's trousers, which was the logo of the black museum.

The white hall is white clouds, and the black hall is the black sun. The logo of the two halls is obvious, one on the cuffs and the other on the bottom of the trousers.

Luo Han's idea moved. He pretended to be tired and moved Mo Du's body on his shoulder. "Inadvertently" loosened Mo Du's arm. The white cloud logo clearly visible on the cuffs of Mo Du's clothes was exposed to the two people in the black hall.

After all this, Mo Du stood quietly and waited for Tan Sa to finish his words.

"...That's the situation. After I saw them leave, I came to check the body of the infiltrator and found that he did not seem to carry a bag, only the flying sword and the shoes on his feet were useful." After saying that, Tan Sa respectfully put the flying sword and blood-stained shoes in front of Mr. He.

Luo Han was surprised. Is He Lao, who is already a star-killing immortal practitioner, still needs to covet a magic weapon of a six-phase practitioner?

Mr. He glanced at the two magic weapons underground. With a move, the pair of shoes slowly floated into the air.

"I took this pair of shoes. Lin Aixin's little girl is too arrogant. The refining materials in this damn place are so scarce. The materials refined in this pair of shoes are not bad even for our foundation-building monks. She actually abandoned them, hum, prodigal."

Tan Sa quickly smiled and said, "He Lao Yingming, the little girl not only lost herself, but also didn't tell the old Lanhu. Hey hey, it made us cheaper."

"Come on, it's not a good thing. I'm leaving. You can check it slowly." After Mr. He finished speaking, the spiritual power surged on the soles of his feet and floated out of thin air.

Suddenly, he glanced at Luo Han and Mo Du on his back, and said casually, "I'm going to close for a while recently. Don't be too much trouble."

Tan Sa was stunned, and his fat face suddenly piled up with a charming smile: "Congratulations He Lao on breaking through the foundation-building period as soon as possible." It turned out that Tan Sa guessed that Mr. He's retreat was to break through to the foundation-building period, so he missed the opportunity to slap the horses.

There was no expression on Mr. He's face, and the spiritual power under his feet shook and broke through the air.

After Mr. He left, a painful and resentful expression gradually appeared on Tan Sa's face. He was angry when he didn't find the bag, and he was greedy for a good magic weapon by his boss. The fire became even bigger. His whole fat face became iron and he stared at Luo Han fiercely.

Onlookers in the distance knew that Luo Han was going to suffer. Wang Xiaohu stood in front of the crowd with tears on his face and his eyes were red. He looked at Luo Han from afar and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill him!" Kill him!"

Wang Xiaohu, who was in great trouble today, has distorted his mentality and wants Luo Han to be killed immediately.

Tan Sa's hand was raised, and black gas gradually came out.

The tension in Luo Han's heart also rose to the peak. He deliberately showed the white hall logo of He Lao's cuffs. In fact, he was gambling that Tan Sa would not kill the people of the white hall in public.

The black and white museum is incompatible. If they meet in private, they must be sworn enemies, but they have now promised to protect human cities and have also formulated a superficial non-aggression agreement. This agreement is called the Black and White Agreement. According to the above provisions of the Black and White Agreement, if a member of a museum kills another member without reason Words are punishable, and the most serious is death.

However, this agreement seems to be strict, but in fact it is very weak. It has been a few years since the members of the Black and White Second Pavilion came to the earth through infiltration. Their original arrogant nature has not been flattened. Although most of them live in the Second Hall, they still act independently and often happen to kill and seize treasures for a moment of joy and anger.

The reason why Luo Han dared to bet on his life and death according to this weak agreement was really helpless. He saw Tan Sa's cruel and greedy killing at a glance. He was almost sure that this guy would do it. He was anxious to think that before Lin Aixin launched an ice golden arrow to attack the infiltrator, he shouted for Tan Sa to dodge, which provoked the word "doing" and provoked Luo Han's gambling heart.

Lin Aixin is an ice beauty. Why should she remind her to get away? Of course, she doesn't care about Tan Sa's life and death, but doesn't want to cause trouble by killing the strong guests of the black museum by mistake.

Thinking of this, Luo Han boldly exposed Mo Du's cuff logo. There were no close bystanders around him. If Tan Sa killed himself on the spot, it would be difficult to say whether he accidentally injured Mo Du. Luo Han bet that Tan Sa did not want to cause trouble for a boring murderous idea.

The sentence left by Mr. He just now confirmed Luo Han's idea. He was almost sure that he had made the right bet... But he didn't expect that Tan Sa would still do it.

"Will you really do it?"

Luo Han looked at Tan Sa calmly. His heart was full of waves, but his face remained unchanged, and his vitality was also suppressed to death, and he did not dare to turn at all.

Luo Han did not resist.

He firmly believes in his judgment.

Tan Sa won't do it!

"Ha!" Tan Sa patted Luo Han with his palm with black smoke and shouted at the same time.

The crowd of onlookers screamed softly, and many girls closed their eyes in horror. When Wang Xiaohu heard Tan Sa's shouting, his legs were weak and sat on the ground, but he didn't know anything about his state at all. He stared at Luo Han. He almost saw Luo Han's brain bursting.

The palm of his hand stayed one meter away from Luo Han's right temple.

The cold sweat on Luo Han's forehead flowed down, but his heart finally settled down. He bet right!

When Tan Sa waved his palm, there was only joking in his eyes and no murderous intention. Luo Han fought boldly. In the face of the horrible Tan Sa, he controlled his vitality from beginning to end and did not emit any spiritual fluctuations.

It is a very hard thing to control the body's fear instinct. In order to ensure that Tan Sa would not find the abnormality in his body, Luo Han spent unimaginable energy to suppress his vitality. His face became ugly, and the visible cold sweat filled his forehead in this cold winter.

"Hahaha, you are still afraid, but it's not bad. It's an interesting little thing!" Tan Sa laughed and withdrew his palm. He didn't intend to kill Luo Han. He Lao's horror knew that he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Although he doesn't kill people, it's still okay to tease mortals. Since practicing immortality has far more power than mortals, Tan Sa has especially liked to humiliate and torture mortals, and retaliate against all the insults he received because he was short, fat and ugly.

After laughing, Tan Sa turned into a black smoke and rushed back to the city. He was also afraid that after staying for a long time, he would attract other immortals to rob the flying sword he had just got. Now the world is different from the place where Tan Sa used to live. The aura is thin and the materials are scarce, so even the flying sword left by the six-phase immortal practitioners is a little useful. chu.

"Interesting little thing..." Luo Han looked at Tan Sa's back and flashed a murderous intention in his eyes.

From afar, the onlookers looked at Tan Sayang's hand and saw him laughing and go away. Some people still didn't believe that he had let go of Luo Han, but when they saw Luo Han carrying Mo Du and began to walk to the city gate step by step, they realized that the child had really escaped.

"What a lucky guy."

"If you don't die in a disaster, you will be blessed. Even if he has done the questions in the Dongcheng examination area this time..."

Wang Xiaohu heard the comments from people around him in his ears, and his head was like a roar: "He is not dead? He didn't die? He must die! He must die!"

Wang Xiaohu's palm cooled and touched a sharp piece of broken ice beside him. His eyes tightened and flashed a strange look. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed the broken ice and rushed to Luo Han.

"Luo Han, you must die!" Wang Xiaohu ran and shouted from afar. He was like a crazy tiger. He was already possessed.

Luo Han looked back coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to the madman and continued to walk to the city gate.

Wang Xiaohu ran desperately, leaving the ground with residual ice extremely slippery, which made him fall several times, and his face was covered with mud and blood. When he didn't know it, he held high the sharp broken ice in his hand and got up and rushed to Luo Han.

Hundreds of civilians who survived outside the Dongcheng Gate looked at this dramatic scene. None of them knew what a deep hatred the little fat man and Luo Han had. There were five or six hundred soldiers in the city, but they were also shocked by this strange scene, and no one thought of stopping them.

Li Feng was the only sober person. He replaced the sniper rifle with an ordinary bullet and quietly watched the farce directed by Wang Xiaohu.

800 meters......

300 meters......

50 meters......

Wang Xiaohu caught up with Luo Han. He raised the sharp ice crazily, and his face full of mud, tears and blood showed a ferocious smile.

"Luo Han, go to hell..."

Before Wang Xiaohu finished his words, Luo Han suddenly shook his body. Mo Du slid to the ground along his right arm. Then he quickly turned around, raised his right leg like lightning, and kicked Wang Xiaohu's chest fiercely. With a slight click of broken bones, Wang Xiaohu flew nearly ten meters away.

"The murderer is sentenced to death, Wang Xiaohu, do you know the law!"

Luo Han roared, and his young voice shook the east city like a rolling thunder on a winter morning.