At this time, it was already the middle of the moon.

What should have been a noisy bazaar is now empty.

The surroundings were quiet, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

The evening breeze blew, and a trace of blood spread out from the auction hall.

And at this moment, I saw two figures suddenly appear in the darkness in front of me, and in an instant, they came to Mo Fengwu and the others.

At the head of the group is a middle-aged man in a robe on both sides.

A person with serious facial features, slightly dark skin, and the interglabellar lines of the Sichuan character look particularly obvious. The other one is thin and tall, with quite clear facial features, but the arrogance between the eyebrows destroys the beauty.

The two men were dressed the same, each wearing a token on their waists, and Zhou Sheng, who was following behind, suddenly changed his face.

"It's the people of the torture hall!"

And as soon as Zhou Sheng's words fell, another wave of people came over.

The leader was still a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with a cold face. Behind him, there were more than a dozen people in uniform masks, who were staring at Mo Fengwu and his party at this moment, not for an instant.

"Yes, it's the ...... of the battle hall"

If Zhou Sheng's face only changed color before, it has begun to turn white now.

The Battle Hall is the most special department in the Shengyuan Continent.

They exist only for war, and they are the backbone of the stable Terrans.

And every battle hall guard is at least the strongest in the same rank. Even many can fight with one to one hundred, leapfrogging the level. Because of this, the battle guards of the battle hall are rarely exposed to the world in general, except for the border battlefield or the discovery of alien races in a certain place.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, I would come here......

Cold sweat began to break out on Zhou Sheng's head. At this time, Mo Fengwu just glanced at the two groups of people calmly, and then fell on the middle-aged man with the Sichuan character pattern later.

But just this glance made the arrogant middle-aged man's face sink.

Immediately shouted:

"You're Mo Fengwu?"

Mo Fengwu didn't pay attention to him, he didn't even turn his gaze, he was still staring at the middle-aged man with the Sichuan character pattern, and then his red lips lightly opened:

"Something?"

Middle-aged man with Sichuan character pattern...... It was also the head of the Eastern Regions War Hall, and his brows moved instantly. But just as he was about to speak, the arrogant middle-aged man before, who was also the steward of the torture hall, Liao Fu, said angrily:

"Bold! So-and-so is talking to you, don't you hear? ”

The interrupted Liang Message's face sank, but he didn't say anything. At this time, I only heard Mo Fengwu say:

"Looks like it's fine."

These words were obviously said to Liang Zhiyu, and when the words fell, Mo Fengwu walked directly.

Mo Fengwu completely ignored Liao Fu, making the scene very embarrassing. Even in an instant, even many of the guards who were originally staring at Mo Fengwu and the others couldn't help but secretly turn their heads, insignificant Liao Fu.

Liao Fu was born in the Liao family, a big family in the Central City, and he has been high up since he was a child, how could he have been treated like this?

So in a fit of rage, Liao Fu suddenly moved his spiritual power, and at the same time slapped his palm towards Mo Fengwu.

"Mo family girl, you are presumptuous!"

No one thought that Liao Fu would suddenly make a move. In an instant, the wind surged, and powerful spiritual power swept through the entire bazaar. Wang Yitong, the steward of the torture hall who was traveling next to him, was suddenly startled, and he was about to stop it, but it was too late.

And Liang Zhiyu's face also changed at this time, but just as he was about to make a move, he saw a black shadow flickering in front of him, and then, a dazzling knife light followed Liao Fu's palm wind and slashed over.