Chapter 375: Click

"Yeah, yeah, the verification on the spot can also let us see the effect."
"Reconsider whether to exchange."
Everyone kept booing, and the scene was a bit uncontrollable for a while.
Gu Qing'er glared at the Deacon Mo with an angry look, thinking about how to suppress these turbulent warriors.
Who knows how she stared, but Deacon Mo, who looked at her young age, became more excited.
Said: "I can personally go on stage to demonstrate for everyone."
"Deacon Mo, you have to think about the consequences of doing this!"
Obviously, the surnamed Mo completely angered Gu Qing'er. The other warriors who were booing realized this, and their voices gradually dissipated. They also realized that this VIP on the third floor was indeed very important to Master Gu.
Of course, if they didn't dare to make such a joke with Gu Qing'er in the first place, it was because she was not as uncomfortable as the rumors said.
In other words, they don't think so high-minded as the rumors say, they will joke unscrupulously. I thought that I was a docile little cat, but as a result, it was really so powerful when I got angry.
The atmosphere became a little embarrassing. Originally, as long as Deacon Mo sat down honestly at this time, closed his mouth and stopped asking, this matter was over. But, the more Gu Qing'er got angry, the less he knew it. Anyhow.
At this time, a disciple dressed as a San Puritan disciple hurriedly ran down from the private room on the third floor and said something in Gu Qing'er's ear.
Gu Qing'er's face changed, she smiled slightly, and said to the deacon Mo who was looking for the fault: "Okay, come up and try."
Deacon Mo was not polite, so he strode up and reached out to get an exhibit on the tray.
But Gu Qing'er reached out and stopped, "Eh, don't worry."
"Calling you to test is not such a test."
Speaking, Gu Qing'er beckoned to the audience, and a plainly dressed middle-aged woman walked up under the leadership of a San Purity disciple.
"Come, bring it."
Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Gu Qing'er put the green hat on the woman's head. Not to mention, although the hat looked a bit ugly, it could automatically adjust the size, and then she was about to bring her head forward. Expanded a circle outward.
Then she put it firmly on the woman's head.
"Puff..." The Gu master who was watching the theater upstairs couldn't help laughing out loud, already thinking of the aunt as a boy on a motorcycle.
"What is Gu Qing'er doing?"
"What the did you make?"
Zhou Ruoxiao, who has always been smart, didn't know what Gu Zhong was up to this time, and why he wasted time letting the surname Mo go up and check.
"Hey, I'm really boring to take care of Gu Qing'er's exhibition. Give her some stuff."
Zhou Ruoxi: "..."
In the exhibition hall on the first floor.
"This is my aunt from the Three Puritanism, an ordinary person without spiritual roots."
"Now she is wearing an advanced protective helmet."
"You try it in a circle."
Gu Qing'er stretched out his hand to signal Deacon Mo to do it. Deacon Mo and the martial artist sitting below were both stunned. Gu Qing'er even asked him to attack an ordinary person, and still aimed at his head.
Ordinary people don't have aura body protection. Maybe Deacon Mo will punch down and this aunt will leave this beautiful world.
"Come on, why don't you dare?"
Gu Qing'er's disdainful eyes irritated Deacon Mo, and took a few deep breaths, "Come on."
You can't blame him if you're killed, you can only blame the man on the third floor for talking big.
"what…."
The air surging in Deacon Mo's dantian, his fists clenched, and the rapid flow of spiritual energy on it was clearly visible. With a roar, a powerful punch hit the aunt with a first-class head.
Without hesitation, "Huh~~~"
The audience below turned their heads away and couldn't bear to watch this cruel scene.
To be honest, at first they thought that Deacon Mo might really be to test the authenticity of this higher-level magical artifact.
But what they are thinking now is, is there something wrong with the surname Mo?
The master Gu always called his auntie to come up. Doesn’t it mean that the artifact is okay? Anyway, you don’t have the conditions to exchange it. If you don’t see it, you can accept it. Just sit down and be a spectator.
He just wanted to go up and kill the servants and kill other people's servants, and the VIPs of the other people were unhappy, and he couldn't get any benefits. It was really unnecessary.
If this woman is okay, it is him who is ashamed.
"Crack..."
There was a cracking sound in the silent air. I don't know who turned his head first and took a look.
"I rely on..." the man let out an exclamation, then patted the people around him excitedly, and shouted: "Look! Look!"
"What's so good? What's wrong with bullying an ordinary person."
This old man took the "click" just now as the sound of his head cracking open.
Too cruel, really cruel, to break an ordinary person's head in half, is this still a human thing? !
"That lady is fine!"
"What? It's okay? How is it possible?"
The first warrior who looked forward screamed loudly. Everyone swept their eyes back and looked in the direction of the front desk, and saw the San Puritan aunt squatting on the ground in shock, holding his head. Trembling.
But Deacon Mo looked at his fist in shock, staring a pair of eyes, as if his soul had been wandering for nine days.
Looking down, there were only two green shells on the ground that had split from the middle. Isn’t it just the exhibit just now, the first class?
So Deacon Mo blasted the first class head, but the aunt did not die. First class head saved her life?
"Take Deacon Mo down."
The disciples of the Three Puritanism helped Deacon Mo, who was still in a daze, back to his original position, and the aunt who was inflicted by Deacon Mo to become a white mouse was also sent by the disciples for treatment.
Although he didn't hurt his head, he was obviously scared, and the mental damage was greater than the physical.
"Everyone has also seen that Deacon Mo uses the nine-fold cultivation base of the Linghai Realm, with a full blow, and under the protection of high-grade magical artifacts, even ordinary people can save their lives.
"However, this magical item is considered scrapped. I don't know how much Deacon Mo is going to pay for a high-level magical item and buy it back."
Gu Qing'er had ordered his disciples to collect the "wrecks" of the first stage head, re-spliced ​​them and put them in the tray, and said to Deacon Mo with a smile.
At this time, Deacon Mo had come back to his senses, and when he realized that Gu Qing'er had asked him to spend gold coins to buy the first-level head, his face finally became difficult to look.
If the first-stage head is still intact, it would be understandable for him to buy it, but the current upper-level magic weapon obviously has failed. They all broke in half. Will he buy it back as a decoration?
"Deacon Mo, you broke the magic weapon..."