Fu Yue, seeing the situation, quickly retreated several steps with a three-layer Jinxiu Talisman Plate in his hand, looking at Iron Pan Master with an alert and uneasy expression.
At this moment, Iron Pan Master turned his head to look at Wei Yong'an and Zhao Sheng. Their complexions were also very unsightly.
As the atmosphere in the great hall began to grow strange, Wei Yong'an deliberately coughed and, with reproach, said, "Taoist Tie Pan, what are you doing!"
"Brother Wei, let you and I first eliminate the rest of these small fries. Then, how about we split the treasures here equally between us?" Iron Pan Master proposed calmly.
"This..." Wei Yong'an hesitated upon hearing these words, but his face revealed an expression of intense temptation.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng felt a tightness in his heart. With a slight movement of his sleeve, a three-inch war halberd had already slipped into his palm, ready to be activated at any moment.
"Hmm?! Something's not right!"
