Martial Inverse

Not far from Ju'an City, Feng Hao took off his black robe.

After all, a black robe is too conspicuous.

After walking for a short time, he felt as if someone was following him, he frowned, the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and his steps quickened a lot.

"Could it be that I feel wrong?"

It was already very remote, but there was still no movement behind, Feng Hao shook his head, walked quickly, and walked towards the ancient ruins.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Behind a boulder, there are eight men hidden, one of them, if Feng Hao sees it, he will definitely recognize him, he is the hook-nosed Wu Zong of Chi Yun Gang!

First, after chasing Fenghao, he entered the red area, and the elite members of Ling's guild who were losing money were scolded. Then, in Yuyue Casino, he was slapped in the face by Yuxiao in public. He knew something was wrong, so he escaped. Only by entering Ju'an City can one's life be saved.

Now, a few former accomplices have been recruited to start a business of deceiving the weak and avoiding the strong on this ancient ruins.

However, he never lets go of his hatred towards Feng Hao.

Hearing that Feng Hao's reputation was getting higher and higher in Ju'an City, his heart sank all the time, thinking that revenge was hopeless, but inadvertently discovered that Feng Hao had left the city alone.

The reason why he didn't do anything now was that he was still afraid of an ambush and thought he was trying to lure him out, so he didn't do it for a long time.

"hold on."

He stopped their movement, looked at the figure that was constantly flashing in the distance, his eyes were full of violence, touched Tian's chapped lips, he grinned, "Hey! Brothers, this is This is a real fat sheep, as long as he is slaughtered, the few of us will no longer have to live in fear here."

"Oh, brother, how can he be so fat as a great martial artist?"

A man asked in disbelief.

"Hmph! Do you know who that kid is?"

The hooked nose snorted coldly and said.

"A great martial artist, can he be very famous?"

"Brother, tell me quickly."

Several men urged.

"Humph!"

The hooked nose snorted unhappily, and said, "He is the lucky master, the legendary prefecture-level Xiangshi master. Tell me, is he fat?"

"Hiss! He turned out to be a lucky master?"

"Oh my god, Master Lucky is a brat at the level of a great martial artist?"

"Brother, is this impossible?"

Several men were shocked, feeling incredible, but seeing the ferocious look on the hooked nose's face, they all stopped asking.

"Brother, do we really want to move him?"

A man asked weakly.

After all, Master Lucky's reputation was unique for a while, famous in several great dynasties, and many big forces are incomparably in pursuit of him. How can such a person be moved by a small thief like himself?

"That's right!"

As soon as Yinggoubi thought of Yuxiao's slap, he hated Feng Hao's teeth and itched, wishing to cramp his bones and tear him to pieces.

"But"

Several men seemed a little hesitant.

"No but!"

The hooked nose scolded, with a gloomy face, "He is a great martial artist, could he still escape our palm? After killing him, we will flee from the ancient ruins. The world is so big, where can those people find us?"

After being scolded by him, after thinking about it carefully, it really makes sense.

He is just a great martial artist. Of the eight of them, two are Wu Zong, and the hooked nose is as high as two internal organs. The other six are also at the martial spirit level. Could it be that they can't deal with a great martial artist?

Therefore, a few people also made up their minds, and if they did this vote, they would be able to live a stable life.

Of course, they still didn't dare to do anything on this desolate ancient ruins. If someone saw it, it would be terrible. Therefore, they patiently did not do anything until a day later, they had already walked out of the desolate ancient ruins.

"Shua!"

A figure flashed in front of Feng Hao, blocking his way, and there were several people standing around him.

"Wu Zong!"

Just glanced at it, and Feng Hao's heart was brightened. Looking around, the corner of his mouth curved into an evil arc, "Are you finally willing to come out?"

Not long after he left Ju'an City, he had this feeling faintly. After walking out of the ancient ruins for half a day, these people finally couldn't bear it and wanted to do something.

Two Wu Zong, six Wu Ling, although there is pressure, but Feng Hao is not afraid, he wants to leave, no one here can stop him!

"It's you?"

His gaze settled on the man with the hooked nose, and his expression was slightly surprised.

All along, he thought that this person should have been dealt with by the Chiyun Gang, but unexpectedly, he met him again. Judging by his appearance, it seemed that he was here specifically to seek revenge on him.

"Could it be that the Scarlet Cloud Gang wants to do something to themselves?"

Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold.

"Hey! Little bastard, you can't think of it, can you?"

There was a sinister smile on the hooked-nosed face, and he looked very proud.

In his opinion, Feng Hao is already a turtle in his urn, and he is allowed to squeeze it.

"You are quite courageous."

Feng Hao smiled playfully, "Do you know what will happen if you do this?"

His words made the rest of the people tremble, and their eyes were full of fear.

After all, as long as they are on the ancient ruins, who hasn't heard the name of the lucky master? It can be said that his reputation has surpassed the top ten forces, and he has become an existence at the same level as the city lord.

They believe that in the ancient ruins, this lucky master, whoever wants to die, must die! Even if the top ten is strong, he still has the ability to hurt his vitality.

"What are you afraid of!"

The hooked nose scolded, and said grimly, "He will soon become a corpse, no one knows who did it!"

These words immediately gave them a shot in the arm, and they all settled down, and slowly approached Feng Hao.

Apart from this identity, the boy in front of him is indeed a big fat sheep.

Because, they didn't until, not long ago, this boy won five thousand Wu Jing!

Five thousand Wujing, what is that concept?

They know that after completing this vote, they will not have to worry about it for dozens of lives.

"hehe!"

Feng Hao chuckled, just in time, after getting the 'Xuanzhong Domain', he hadn't used it yet, no, someone sent it to the door.

How considerate!

As soon as the palm is stretched out, 'Wufeng' will appear on the palm, and with a slight grip, a feeling of blood connection will come to my heart.

"Thunderbolt!"

He shot mercilessly, and as soon as his toes touched him, he rushed towards a Wuzong.

"Hey! Courting death!"

Seeing Feng Hao running towards him, a look of ferocity flashed across that Wu Zong's face, he grabbed it with his palm, and a pitch-black long knife appeared in his hand, Wu Yuan spat out, and went up to Feng Hao .

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