"It's a loud tone, but this is where the hall masters are." With a chuckle, the demon cultivator stood in front of him and chuckled. Although he did not dare to look directly at Lu Fan, the smile on his face was already a bit more mocking. Lu Fan had a smile on his face. It would be strange if he could scare him, just a mere hall master. Back then, when he was working as a demon cultivator, Lu Fan was also the leader of Hall Fifteen. Before Lu Fan could speak, Senior Brother Han Feng next to him said angrily: "Little Hall Master, is it worth mentioning in front of us?" Lu Fan glanced at Senior Brother Han Feng and almost chuckled. ???????????? Senior Brother Han Feng, can you still pretend at this time? Hearing Han Feng¡¯s words, the demon cultivator was obviously startled. The pupils were dilated and the mouth was slightly open, as if they couldn't believe how bold these people were. Even the hall master didn't take it seriously. With a roll of his eyes, the demon cultivator turned around and left without saying a word. It seems that it is dangerous to stand with Lu Fan and others anymore. Lu Fan smiled and said: "It seems that he thinks we are all life-threatening lunatics." Behind him, Zuo Yundong smiled and said: "The lunatic among the demon cultivators, this is the real lunatic." Huanyue said: "He must be thinking in his heart, where did this group of idiots come from, even the hall master doesn't care. I'd better stay away from them." Everyone laughed out loud. Fortunately, the noise around them was very loud, but no one heard their conversation. Even a few demon cultivators were very surprised as to why a group of blood-clothed deacons dared to sit in front. But given their status, they don¡¯t dare to go forward and say it. I could only watch from behind, snorting from time to time. Sit back and watch these deacons being killed by the hall masters later. Half an hour has passed, and the demon sacrifice has not yet officially started. There are more and more demon cultivators. The demon cultivators who can come in obviously have at least a certain level of strength. A moment later, Lu Fan saw at least dozens of real blood-clothed deacons walking in. As soon as they came in, they stood on both sides in a neat manner. Ordinary demon cultivators would not dare to provoke them. But they are indeed not qualified to be on the bone chair at the front. Therefore, when these blood-clothed demon cultivators saw Lu Fan and others in front of the Bone Chair, they were all very surprised, and then started whispering. Lu Fan concentrated and held his breath, but he could still hear their voices. "Which deacon is this? Seeking death like this." "They are probably a group of newbies who don't know the world. It's the first time to participate in the demon festival, so they just found a place and sat down." "Quack, they will be killed by the hall masters later. Finally, I want the corpse. No one wants to snatch it from me. I am short of corpses recently. "Whoever gets the corpse belongs to you." . . . . . Lu Fan smiled slightly, these demon cultivators had already begun to discuss the ownership of their bodies. ¡°I just don¡¯t know whose body will be lying here later. After waiting for a while, all the demon cultivators around him suddenly became quiet. Immediately afterwards, three men walked in. All the demon cultivators bent down. There were even some who couldn't bend down and all lay on the ground. "I have met the hall master. I have met the Demon Saint." All the demon cultivators said with trembling voices. Lu Fan had no reaction when he heard the word Hall Master, but when he heard the words Demon Saint, his expression immediately changed slightly. Han Feng and others also changed their expressions at the same time, but they were covered by the wide blood robes, making it difficult for others to see. Lowering his voice, Han Feng said, "Junior Brother Lu Fan, why did the Demon Saint come here?" Lu Fan shook his head slightly, expressing his ignorance. But he was ready to take action. Could it be that the demon cultivators have found his traces and followed them all the way. Among the three, the one standing at the front is obviously a Demon Saint. He looks quite heroic. He is wearing a purple warrior uniform with dragon patterns. It is well cut and brings out his handsome face. A blood-red collar, with a bloody sword stuck in his waist. The sword was narrow and made of white bones, but it seemed to be soaked in countless blood to give it such a bloody color. The most noteworthy thing is that there is a tail on his back. It's like a scorpion, with a poisonous stinger, slightly raised, and the poisonous sting reflects the light. His face was slightly pale, his fingers were slender, and his nails were dark. The man nodded and said, "Don't call me Lord Demon Saint, call me Lord Xue Saint, do you understand." All the demon cultivators around him responded. After a pause,The Saint continued: "I also passed by here by chance and came in to take a look. Now I want to inform you of something. Someone broke into the Chen Kingdom today. According to our investigation, this person is the famous Extreme Martial Lord , Lu Fan. The purpose of his coming to Chen Country is unknown, but he is definitely not here for fun. You all need to keep your eyes open and report to me immediately if you find any trace of Lu Fan. Yes, I can let him enter the magic pool once, take a good magic pill, find a top-quality witch, and be a comfortable hall leader." The eyes of all the demon cultivators lit up. For them, such a reward can only be described as generous. Senior brother Han Feng sent a message: "Junior brother Lu Fan, the price is a bit low. I remember that the reward for the demon cultivator was not very high." Lu Fan smiled slightly and motioned to senior brother Han Feng to stop talking and continue listening. Xue Sheng glanced around, then clapped his hands and said: "Okay, let's continue. People are looking for people, and demon sacrifices have to be held. Where is the person in charge? Let him start quickly. I am in a hurry." Xue Sheng said Then walked forward. With the two hall masters, they saw Lu Fan and others at a glance. The two hall masters also noticed something was wrong at this time. Why are there a group of blood-clothed deacons here? Immediately, a hall master stepped forward, pointed at Lu Fan and said, "Give it to me" Before he could finish speaking, his soul was directly injured, and he started rolling on the ground while holding his head. "It hurts. It hurts. It hurts." Lu Fan didn't even look at Xue Sheng behind him, and said with a smile: "Scorpion, come and sit, why are you standing here." Hearing Lu Fan's voice, Xue Sheng frowned. It was at this time that he realized how good Lu Fan was, and not everyone could possess that tyrannical soul power. On the ground, the hall master who was injured by Lu Fan¡¯s soul stood up and wanted to curse Lu Fan. But he was directly kicked away by Xue Sheng. With a smile, Xue Sheng looked at Lu Fan and said, "You know me." Lu Fan said lightly: "It's not that we know each other. I just know that I don't need to invite you." After sitting down, Lu Fan made a gesture to sit down. Xue Sheng became more and more curious as to who this person was. With this level of cultivation, it is obvious that he cannot be just a little bloody-robed deacon. The technique he used just now is obviously a killing move in demon cultivation, which is to seize the soul and destroy the soul. Xue Sheng smiled, suppressed his temper, and sat down next to Lu Fan. Countless demon cultivators around him, including those who had just concluded that Lu Fan must die, looked on in shock. Xue Sheng and Lu Fan sat quietly together.