Summit War: Opening Auction Of Kamekameha!

"Hey... who the hell are you?"

Laplace looked at the relaxed Chen Fang with a sullen face, and asked in a cold voice.

"Me? Let me introduce myself. I am the president of Tiantian Auction House, Chen Fang." Chen Fang smiled lightly, threw an invitation letter in front of Laplace, the moderate clown, and said.

Laplace silently looked at the black gold invitation letter floating in the air in front of him. What kind of magic is this?

He didn't even touch the invitation letter given by Chen Fang, as if he was talking to himself, or talking to Chen Fang.

"I'm Laplace the Pleasure Clown...Sorry, I can't be known by anyone now, so can you please...go to die first?"

As soon as the words fell, Laplace's figure disappeared in place, and almost instantly, he appeared behind Chen Fang, seemingly holding something in his hand.

"Bye now..."

Laplace sneered, and squeezed the object in his hand hard.

"So what are you going to do by popping an apple?"

Chen Fang's voice reached Laplace's ears, and like a conditioned reflex, the hairs on Laplace's body exploded, and 15,000 whip kicks came directly behind him.

Laplace, who didn't feel any shock, looked at his hand, which had some chopped apples on it.

"How is it possible... It should be his heart that was held before!"

Laplace couldn't believe it. He had clearly felt that his hand had pierced the opponent's chest, and it was right to pinch the opponent's heart with one hand, but why did it turn into an apple in the end?

"You look puzzled? I don't understand why you are pinching an apple?"

Chen Fang's voice came from all directions towards Laplace. Laplace looked around in horror, only to find that many Chen Fang appeared in all directions at some point.

They were expressionless, staring straight at themselves as if they were looking at a dead person.

For some reason, Laplace felt a deep chill at this moment...

Run away! Must run away!

Laplace's eyes widened, and his intuition told himself that if he didn't run away quickly, he would be the one who died.

This made Laplace a little unbelievable, but he had to believe it.

Who is this person? Why is he so powerful? And he also knows his identity...

Laplace's figure disappeared in place, turned into a shadow that was very difficult to detect with the naked eye, and quickly fled away...

"You look puzzled? I don't understand why you can't go anywhere?"

Chen Fang's voice kept coming to the ears of Laplace, who was struggling to escape, like a nightmare.

He has made all his efforts, but there is still no way to escape from the encirclement of this damned mysterious man!

An emotion called despair rose inexplicably in Laplace's heart. You must know that he is a pleasure clown, and the emotion of despair basically does not appear in him.

But at this moment, Laplace felt that he was so powerless, powerless to fight... powerless to resist... he didn't even know what existence he was fighting for.

Laplace kept running like this, but the road seemed to never end, and he kept absorbing Chen Fang's chanting words in his ears...

-F?

two days?

a month?

Laplace didn't know how long he ran, from day to night, from night to day, he wanted to escape endlessly, but he could always see groups of Chen Fang who looked like succubi appearing beside him ,distance...

"ah!!!!"

Laplace felt like he was going crazy! He fought back vigorously, and he wanted to tear Chen Fang in front of him to pieces one by one!!

But soon, Laplace fell into despair again, he didn't know what happened, why did this damn guy kill more and more?

Seeing the sea of ​​people in front of him all with the same face, chanting the same sentence expressionlessly... Laplace felt a chill down his back.

What kind of existence did I provoke...

Seeing the people approaching him constantly, Laplace gradually gave up his resistance and was drowned in the sea of ​​people...

"Clayman, Footman, Tia..."

Chen Fang looked at Laplace who was trapped in Tsukuyomi and couldn't help himself. He had seamlessly given Laplace ten minutes of Tsukuyomi.

Laplace's mental state at this time was similar to that of a mentally retarded baby. The halazi flowed out of his mouth unconsciously, and he collapsed on the ground and twitched slightly.

Tsukuyomi is very powerful, but it also has great side effects on users, so almost no one will use Tsukuyomi for ten minutes in a row to greet a person like Chen Fang.

Generally speaking, one Tsukuyomi is enough to break the nerves, let alone 600 Tsukuyomi meals in a row.

Laplace failed to die suddenly [both show that his strength and spiritual power are really unfathomable...010907415 Feilu 161292180]

"But it's really amazing... This guy Tsukuyomi can still talk after so many shots..." Chen Fang squinted his eyes, looked at Laplace lying on the ground, and said with some emotion.

This Laplace is worthy of being the strongest existence among the mean clowns, and Chen Fang is very sure that this person has the strength of the devil level, and is the best among the devils.

Not only Laplace, but even the tearful clown Tia and the angry clown Footman in the average clown have the strength not to lose to the ordinary devil.

After all, the ecstatic 560 clown Clayman, who is the weakest among the mediocre clowns, can become one of the devil kings. One can imagine the strength of the three clowns who are more than a little stronger than Clayman!

Moreover, the four of them are just subordinates of the former Demon King Kazalim, and Kazalim's subordinates have the strength of the Demon King level, so how terrible is Kazalim's strength?

Chen Fang doesn't know, but he doesn't need to know. There are many travelers in this world. As far as he knows, there are six people including Limulu and Jing.

However, it is also a good thing that there are many traversers, at least most of them will be interested in the Tiantian Auction House, even if it is a greedy interest...

Chen Fang kept thinking about the things that needed to be done before organizing the auction, and glanced at Laplace.

swish!

A black flame rises from Laplace's body, and the Amaterasu flame that can be verified burns Laplace!

And Laplace seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and the corners of his mouth kept drooling, and he didn't even feel the flames burning his body crazily.

"Tia..."

The last words came out of Laplace's mouth, and his whole body was engulfed in Amaterasu flames!

Joyful clown Laplace!

die!!

Chen Fang looked at Laplace who was burnt to ashes by the Amaterasu flame, and didn't ask whether Laplace was completely dead, so he directly extinguished the Amaterasu flame, and the whole person flew into the air!.