Fantasy: Looting cultivation base, ten thousand times critical strike increase

When everyone came back from their shock, Zhang Jun finally understood why his father had beaten him just now.

"Father, since Wu Ming is so powerful, then this matter?" As he spoke, his eyes deliberately skimmed Wu Sansi, meaning to ask what to do with this kid.

"What else can I do, I can only take one step at the moment, I hope that Wu Ming's kid is not as powerful as the legend....... As for Sansi Xian's nephew, let's continue to keep him in the palace for a few more days! After King Zhao finished speaking, he left the firewood room directly with a black face.

Since he couldn't appease Wu Sansi with words, then he had to face Wu Ming's monstrous anger.

Since this kid can kill a golden-bodied ancestor by means.

Then in order to prevent the plan from failing, he must also be fully prepared.

He still doesn't believe it, the hundreds of years of heritage of King Zhao's mansion added together, and he can't fight a hairy boy who has just risen.

Seeing his father walking away, Zhao Jun returned to his previous high-spirited appearance.

However, his face was swollen by the fan, and it looked somewhat funny at this time.

"Wu Sansi, Wu Sansi, I really didn't expect that the already lonely Wuwang Mansion would have another supreme figure like your brother, but it's a pity, your brother has been targeted by my father, and it is difficult for him to escape this time."

Wu Sansi listened to the other party's sneering words, and his heart could be said to have no waves.

You, a little martial artist who has just set foot in cultivation, also deserve to comment on my brother? It's really overwhelming.

"Well, you are a martial artist, do you think you can avoid a catastrophe without speaking? Elder Wang, trouble you to calm this kid with a martial arts aura, I will fan his face into a real pig's head. Zhao Jun touched his face with his hand and decided to spread all his qi on Wu Sansi.

"Obey the Young Lord!" After hearing the order, the old slave on the side suddenly erupted with a powerful aura on his body.

The breath swept through the wood room, like a high mountain falling on Wu Sansi, pressing him to breathe and unable to move.

Looking at Wu Sansi, whose face was gradually distorted, Zhao Jun's heart was greatly satisfied.

And he also walked towards Wu Sansi with a gloomy face, and the meaning was obvious.

"Zhao.... Zhao Jun, don't be proud, my third brother will avenge me!" Wu Sansi gritted his teeth and said.

"Hahaha, you are still dreaming when you die, you are really a child."

Zhao Jun replied disdainfully, raised his right hand high, and prepared to slap Wu Sansi.

But just as he was about to do it.

A voice without the slightest emotion suddenly appeared in the wood room.

"You look for death!"

After the voice sounded, another terrifying martial arts aura suddenly appeared in the room.

In the face of this breath, the old slave felt that he was as weak as an egg, and it was still an egg that had hit a stone.

The blood and qi in the body tumbled, like a heavenly lady scattering flowers, after spewing out a mouthful of blood, this old slave of the Daoji realm directly closed his eyes and fell to the ground, and soon lost his breath.

"It's not good, with the breath can crush a grandmaster, the martial arts realm of the comer, the lowest must be Vientiane....... Isn't it supposed to be a teenager? Zhao Jun's pupils contracted, and his expression was full of panic.

"You kid is quite smart, you can even guess that it is me coming, but it's a pity, doing this kind of thing to my brother, I can only reward you for dying now!"

After the voice sounded, a figure with a majestic body in the eyes of the two of them walked in.

"Third brother, you shouldn't have come, this is a trap, a trap specifically for you."

Wu Sansi kept shaking his head as he spoke, meaning that Wu Ming was leaving.

"Sure enough, it's you... Young Hou Wuming! Zhao Jun looked left and right, hoping to find a way to escape.

Sou....... There seemed to be a passing wind blowing in the wood room, but in the next second, Wu Ming was already standing in front of Zhao Jun.

Looking at each other, Zhao Jun read a thick killing intent from Wu Ming's pupils.

"Rao....."

Before the word of life could be shouted, Wu Ming had already reached out and grabbed his neck and lifted him high.

The reason why he didn't use his breath to kill the other party before was not because Wu Ming was kind, but because he felt that dying like this would cheapen the other party.

He was prepared to let the other party die slowly, preferably while still feeling severe pain.

"Third brother, Zhao Jun is the second son of King Zhao's mansion, is it really okay for you to kill him? If something happens, then stop, I just suffered a small injury, but it's not a big deal. Although Wu Sansi felt very relieved to do so, he still asked this sentence for the sake of his brother.

"Don't worry, as long as you are not in their hands, then King Zhao's Mansion is no threat to me."

Wu Ming was a little surprised that Wu Sansi would ask like this, it seems that after experiencing some things, it will really change a person.

And what he said was completely true, it was to prevent the other party from taking Wu Sansi as a hostage, and he did not directly attack the door after returning to Shengjing.

Instead, he used a roundabout tactic, preparing to rescue Wu Sansi first, and then find King Zhao's mansion to settle the account.

Seeing that Zhao Jun was about to be strangled by himself, Wu Ming's eyes turned, as if throwing garbage, he directly threw his body out.

After being able to breathe, Zhao Jun began to take a big breath of the surrounding air, and the pleasure of the rest of his life immediately swept through his body.

He also thought that Wu Ming was ready to let him go, so he knelt directly on the ground and cried bitterly, "Xie Young Hou let me go, thank you Young Hou, you are really exactly the same as the outside world, the divine martial arts are extraordinary, and you have the posture of a saint..."

However, just when he was most excited, Wu Ming, who was standing on the side, directly summoned the Yanyang Divine Spear.

Looking at Zhao Jun, who kept kowtowing to him, he did not have the slightest hesitation and directly stabbed with a gun.

Rumble........ The spear passed through his chest, fixing him firmly to the wall.

At the happiest time, he was stabbed by someone, which was a very big blow to people's spirits.

And this shot is also extremely exquisite, bloody but not fatal, this feeling of watching yourself die slowly is really no less than any kind of torture in the world for people.

"Kill..... Kill me! Zhao Jun spoke with difficulty, bent on death.

The blood flowed for about a few minutes, and finally Wu Sansi couldn't stand it, and helped the other party end his life.

The reason why Wu Ming tortured Zhao Jun twice was originally to avenge his younger brother, and now that his younger brother took action to end all this, he naturally would not stop it, so Zhao Jun died completely after a few minutes of torture.

Boom...

Just as the two brothers finished all this and were about to leave the wood room.

Above the sky and the ground, dozens of terrifying auras suddenly rushed into the void.

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