Super Treasure Hunter

With a moment of silence, when someone reacted, everyone was shocked!

Not only on the side of Jinling Wumeng, but also everyone on the side of the Oriental Kingdom stood up with horrified expressions.

Seeing that Umura Ryano was seriously injured and dying, everyone thought they were dazzled.

"Boy, do you dare to hurt my Master Yucun from the Eastern Kingdom!"

Zhou Zhong slowly turned around and smiled faintly: "So what?"

This remark drew a lot of cheers again, it can be said to be proud! Thoroughly spit out all the previous humiliation, so happy!

"you wanna die!"

Some people in the Eastern Kingdom were uncomfortable, using the language of the Eastern Kingdom, saying something all the time. Judging from the excited expression on his face, it is not difficult to guess what he was talking about.

Zhou Zhong just glanced at him and said, "It's too slow to go one by one, let's go together."

"You asked for this!"

In the Eastern Kingdom, after the middle-aged woman who was in charge of leading the team winked, there were three people, all the masters who had participated in the previous competition, rushing out of the crowd in a siege and attacking the middle.

The first one to get close was a sword master, who used almost only one move to knock down a master from the Jinling Wu League side.

Facing this fierce sword, he approached him. In the middle of the week, he tilted his head slightly before the sword body was about to be handed over.

Then he stretched out **** and clamped the body of the sword.

The Orientalist master who used the sword was instantly shocked, his face flushed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the sword out of Zhou Zhong's hand.

In the middle of the week, the **** were slightly hardened, and the blade of the sword slowly collapsed and shattered into dozens of pieces of scrap iron.

Then he kicked away lightly, and the sword master was no different from the previous Yucun Liangye, and flew away.

"All said, let you go together, everyone can save some time, okay?"

Seeing one person was so simply abolished in the middle of the week, the remaining two Orientalist masters all stopped, as if they were facing a big enemy, they did not dare to take action without authorization.

The middle-aged woman from Dongyang Country was even more angry.

"Go together! Don't give him time to breathe!"

A total of 18 people from the Eastern Kingdom came this time. After an order, they scattered in all directions, encircling the middle of the week.

Someone in Jinling Wumeng couldn't stand it and said: "These Oriental people are too arrogant, I'll help you!"

He didn't speak in the middle of the week, just stretched out a hand and made a blocking gesture.

Everyone was stunned, and after guessing the meaning of midweek, everyone was boiling.

Looking at this posture, in the middle of the week, do you want to single-handedly fight against the 18 masters of the Eastern Kingdom? !

Whether anyone believes in midweek or not, at least this midweek action alone is exciting enough!

Don’t you, the Oriental Kingdom, insult our country without masters?

Now it's just a young man in our country, who can kill you all, and has to join hands to deal with it. What else can you do? !

The leader of the Eastern Kingdom has a blue face, and she also understands what this means, but at this point, she is also on a tiger.

If they leave here intact in the middle of the week, their plans for this line of business will be completely destroyed!

"on!"

Eighteen masters of Oriental countries chose to shoot at the same time.

And Zhou Zhong, who was standing in the encirclement, only slowly looked at these eighteen people.

If anyone knows what he is thinking about in the middle of the week, he will definitely be shocked.

Leave here intact? In the middle of the week, he didn't just think about this, he also wanted to make these eighteen people pay some price here!

In an instant, the middle of the week finally moved, and everyone could only see the black light flashing in front of them, and then the middle of the week was already standing in front of an Orientalist master.

Coincidentally, this person was the first woman to be on the stage before, and she was very fast.

But at the speed of midweek, she only felt that her speed was like a tortoise crawling slowly.

Just when this thought just came up, it was already grabbed in midweek with one hand, and it was lifted into the air like a little chicken cub.

After that, he just threw his hands away like garbage, and just happened to hit an Oriental warrior who had just rushed, and the two flew out together.

...

The following developments can really be described as smashing things. Everyone can't close their mouths in shock, and can't say a word.

I thought that in the middle of the week, under the siege of these 18 people, at least it would be extremely embarrassed, but it was the opposite! In the middle of the week, it was like a fish in the water, strolling among the crowd, every time one shot, one person would fly out.

Under the hands of the middle of the week, those who can survive one and a half moves are already considered good.

Probably, in less than a few minutes, no one in the Oriental Kingdom dared to step forward.

And the start of the week is very tough.

There are even a few, under Zhou Zhong's hands, the bones have been broken into powder, and there is no possibility of recovery. In this way, in the eyes of the oriental country warriors, Zhou Zhong is already a devil-like terror.

Yumura Ryano finally woke up leisurely, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "We are not his opponents, we will withdraw!"

The woman who was in charge of the Toyogoku warrior led the team was equally injured. Her eyes showed deep unwillingness. She did not expect that this great situation would be turned around abruptly by one person!

But even so, she knew what to do now.

"go!"

A group of oriental warriors all left Dengjiang Tower with injuries and fleeing.

Inside the Dengjiang Building, there was silence for a long time, and then a roar of cheers broke out.

"Good! Good fight!"

"What a relief!"

"Hahaha, have you seen that, the face of the oriental man from before is almost green!"

"Huh, what is this? Fortunately, they run fast, otherwise our Mr. Zhou, one person can kill them all!"

Jinling Wumeng's eyes looked at Zhou Zhong, either with gratitude, excitement, and guilt.

No one dared to despise as before.

Amidst cheers, Chu Wanrou walked slowly with her master Ruan Hua.

"Master, this is the person I told you earlier to help me find the cure!"

Ruan Hua's face was wilted, but his eyes were bright, and he nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your help, and please forgive me for not being able to give a big bow!

Zhou Zhong also smiled and said, "No, it's just a matter of effort anyway."

Ruan Hua said with emotion: "It is the blessing of Jinling to be able to have Mr. Zhou, a young and promising person with a benevolent heart!"

Having said this, she suddenly remembered something and said: "Mr. Zhou, would you like to join me in the Jinling Wu League?"