"Hecco, take the painting down for me…"
Fugee saw that this painting could actually change the scenery by himself, knowing that it must be a treasure, he immediately ordered to Hecco.
Fugee was afraid of an agency, so he ordered Hecco to fetch the painting.
Hecco frowned, but he didn't dare not to listen, so he could only bite the bullet and walk towards the painting.
"Stop him!" Usord hurriedly took his 2 martial masters to stop Hecco.
"You have no shame. Brother Chitel came here desperately. If it weren't for Brother Chitel, none of you would be able to get in. This painting should belong to Brother Chitel. If you grab it now, what's the difference between following a robber?"
Usord questioned Fugee.
"Damn, the trial is based on ability, whoever gets it is whoever gets it, and you fcuking deserve to teach me a lesson?"
Fugee raised his brows, then looked at Jethro: "Jethro, you teach this guy a lesson. After you go out, I can't treat you badly!"
Jethro nodded: "Blu Luther son…"
After Jethro finished speaking, he took the Truean family and attacked Usord directly.
Usord could only bring along 2 of his a Votu subordinates to fight with Jethro.
Fugee winked at Hecco and asked Hecco to take off the painting as soon as possible.
Usord saw Hecco picking up paintings, and he was in a hurry. There was nothing he could do. To deal with Jethro's attack was enough for Usord to have a headache.
Grover glanced at Abel, and found that Abel was motionless, without blinking his eyes, and turned back to the way he was just now, and sighed helplessly.
Seeing that Hecco was about to pick up the painting, Grover swung his body upright, followed by a wave of his palm, a huge energy that directly knocked Hecco out.
"Grover, what are you going to do?"
Seeing this, Fugee's face turned cold.
"Fugee, don't you be ashamed, if Abel didn't desperately rush through the magic circle in this tomb, who could come in? Now you are taking advantage of the danger, knowing that Abel was injured, and you actually started to grab the painting?"
Grover looked at Fugee with contempt and said.
"Grover, this is the trial of our Katro Martial Arts Alliance. It has nothing to do with you, and you are not qualified to intervene in our trial. Have you forgotten how you followed Director Saul to assure you when you came in?"
Fugee's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Joearantee your mother, I just can't stand it and want to stop you. What do you want?"
Grover cursed Fugee with disdain on his face.
"you…"
Fugee was scolded full of anger, and slapped Grover with the palm of his hand.
"If you are courting death, I will fulfill you…" Fugee slapped his hand in anger, containing endless enormous energy.
The strong wind howled, Grover's face changed slightly, and his figure suddenly stepped back.
He knew that he was not Fugee's opponent, and if he really wanted to fight with Fugee, it would be no different to court death.
When Grover's figure suddenly retreated, a Stella Jiraa Votu directly blocked in front of Grover, and followed Fugee with a slap in the face.
Both are seventh-rank Martial Sects, and after a palm, the 2 of them took a few steps back at the same time.
"Let's go together and let them go…"
The breath of Fugee's body erupted, and bursts of light began to appear above his palms.
"Hmph, I'm not self-sufficient…"
Grover snorted coldly.
Behind him were 2 rank seven martial sects, and on Fugee's side, only Fugee was a seventh rank martial sect, and the other 2 descendants of the Luther family were 5th rank. As for Hecco, who was a 3rd rank martial sect, it didn't matter.
For a time, the entire tomb was scuffled. Grover, who could have the upper hand, had to take care of Usord's side, so the 2 sides fought for half a catty, and the winner could not be determined in a short time.
At this moment, Abel was standing on 1 side, motionless like a wooden man, without blinking.
To be continued....
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