Chapter 702 (1/2)
When Xiao Yifeng holds the Dragon horn in his hand, the Golden Dragon in his head becomes excited. At the same time, he can clearly feel that there is a huge amount of energy in the Dragon horn.
Xiao Yifeng also saw that people from Lingyin Temple and temple came to take the heart of relic and angel. His eyes were slightly narrowed and shining.
”Little wind!”
When Xiao Yifeng came out of the auction, Xiao Han came over.
”Third uncle!”
Xiao Yifeng called kindly.
”How did you think of buying this dragon horn?”
Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and said lightly.
”It felt novel, so I bought it!”
Xiao Yifeng said directly that he didn't tell the story of the Golden Dragon in his brain. After all, it was too mysterious.
”According to my inference, this dragon horn should not be any ordinary product. You should be careful to avoid being missed.”
Xiao Han looks at Xiao Yifeng and reminds him of his concern.
”I see, uncle!”
Xiao Yifeng nodded.
Out of the Baihui building, Xiao Yifeng saw the people in the temple get on a few cars and leave here.
Xiao Yifeng's perspective eyes spread rapidly, and everything within 10000 meters around him was clearly presented in his mind.
”Interesting
Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself, his eyes twinkled with fine awn, and his mouth outlined a playful smile.
On a street several kilometers away from Baihui building, the street has become extremely quiet and cold now, only a few street lamps on the side of the road are shining dim lights.
When the car of the white bishop of the temple arrived here, one of the oldest white bishops yelled, ”there's something wrong, stop!”
Immediately, the two cars stopped, and all the white bishops got out of the car one after another. A total of six people, all wearing white robes and holding white scepters, held a box in the hand of the oldest white bishop, in which was the heart of angels worth 20 billion.
Shua Shua!
Soon, a group of figures appeared here, headed by Mr. Du Changlao and Mr. Lantian. In addition to the two of them, there were also three old men, plus dozens of middle-aged men in black shirts, solemn faces and cold eyes. All of them had the strength of vigorous atmosphere.
”Who are you? Do you know who we are? ”
A white bishop looked at the group of people in front of him and said, exuding a great dignity.
”We don't want to be against the temple, but we have to get what you have in your hands!”
The old man cheered coldly, and his body was filled with an invisible breath. The round momentum of the condensing atmosphere was directly released, enveloping the surrounding space.
”Hum, no one has ever dared to rob the temple. You are blaspheming the gods. Today, I will take you Chinese people to sacrifice the great God!”
Continued the bishop in white, who spoke just now.
”Templars, kill!”
The bishop in white gave a shriek, and a terrible murder shot out of his blue pupils.
”The Templars!”