Mr. Jiang thought that if the news spread, he would be hunted down a lot, but he didn't expect so many people.
In just three days, six waves.
I'm a bit doubtful about life. Is it the empress who attracts people's hatred, or herself?
Don't bring something like this. It's been three days and I haven't even eaten, let alone slept.
Depressed, quite depressed.
The brother-in-law is also depressed, but his problem is different from Jiang Fan. The main reason is that he dislikes coming too many times. The strongest round was two grand masters, which was not enough.
In his words, it would be interesting if Xiang Chen or Yinglu came.
Haha, Jiang Fan slandered, if you are interesting, I may not be.
"It's not like Daxia doesn't have masters. Don't worry about Dachu and Dachu all day long. Xia is half orthodox in Dazhou. It occupies the hinterland of the Central Plains and has outstanding people and talents." Jiang Fan couldn't see his brother-in-law complaining every day about not fighting Xiang Chen. That's a pity.
"That's true." My brother-in-law believed deeply: "I have heard of a few, and it is said that there are many reclusive masters. But the problem is, I have heard that those few are unlikely to come to hunt down, and I, who is reclusive, also I do not know."
My brother-in-law was a little frustrated.
"Don't worry, I guess it's time for a master. Did you notice that there have been six waves of pursuit in three days, but three of them came from the same leader. Although the other three waves are difficult to distinguish, they will not exceed two groups of forces. Now that they have been defeated continuously, they naturally know that we are very strong, so there is no need to think about it in general, and 80% of those who have not yet taken action will also know some recent news, and I am afraid that the one who takes action will be a strong one. You will probably have fun later. "
When he said this, his brother-in-law became excited again.
It was the master Jiang Fan who came. He was right, but he didn't expect it to be so high.
At dusk on the fourth day, when the tired birds returned to their nests, Jiang Fan and his brother-in-law were roasting hares when they saw a few people coming from a distance.
"Haha... here comes the work." Jiang Fan put down the rabbit in his hand and said.
There were only six people on the other side, and they came in a hurry. Judging by their bearing, they were experts.
Ying Wuming finally became excited.
"Brother-in-law, don't worry about it. Just roast your rabbits. These guys are good at hunting. I want to have a good time." He said and moved forward to greet them.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't burn it, wait until I come back to eat."
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, brother-in-law will warm up the rabbit and wait for you to kill Hua Xiong."
Ying Wuming grinned happily. He knew about the "Three Kingdoms", and Jiang Fan's words made him feel a little proud.
The other party saw the golden masked man coming up to him excitedly, and was a little dazed for a moment.
"Haha, what a master!" Ying Wuming walked closer and showed a delighted look.
"One half-saint, two martial masters, and three grand masters."
Ying Wuming counted happily: "Are there any more? Are there any more? If there are any, call them together."
The other party was a little confused: "Why, why are you so happy? Do you know what kind of battle this is? Semi-saints and venerables are here, and you still don't think it's enough?"
After all, Jiang Fan's realm was there and he couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level. After listening to Ying Wuming's explanation, he understood that it was no wonder that there were so few people sent this time. They were all great masters. But it has to be said that there is really a lot of talent behind the scenes, and not many people can pull it off in this battle.
One to five, Jiang Fan was somewhat worried. Even though Ying Wuming is a true Martial Saint, is he really confident that he can fight against three great masters at once, two Martial Masters and a Half-Saint?
Ying Wuming was still looking behind a few people, hoping that there would be a few more.
The six masters were almost furious: You really look down on people.
However, Ying Wuming's behavior made them cautious.
If the opponent is so confident, is he really a top powerhouse?
Ying Wuming looked for a long time and found no one else. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Gone? Really gone?"
A Martial Lord snorted: "I think you are really dead, I don't know how high the world is!"
Ying Wuming looked at him: "Great Martial Lord, it's not bad."
That Wu Zun almost exploded with anger. How can you call it okay?
"Arrogant!" Dawu Zun roared angrily and struck Ying Wuming with a palm in the air. Wherever the violent palm wind passed, even the air was distorted visibly.
Ying Wuming shook his head and stood still. The palm suddenly slapped his chest, but it didn't even lift his cloak.
Ying Wuming said seriously: "You all come together. Brother-in-law's rabbit is almost ready to be roasted. I'll go and eat it after I beat you."
The six people on the opposite side were all shocked. The Great Venerable's palm was so overbearing that the other party didn't even move at all. He physically withstood the blow and seemed unscathed.
"No... this person is very strong." The half-step saint's eyes narrowed, his aura suddenly mobilized, and there was an explosion in the void.
"Come together!" he snapped.
Of course he was the leader of the others. The four of them summoned up their real strength and rushed towards Ying Wuming at the same time. The other two people drew an arc, seeming to go around behind him.
Ying Wu reached out with one hand and struck four people with four punches in an instant. At the same time, he suddenly pulled and pulled the two people back with his other hand.
Behind us is my brother-in-law, you don’t want to go there!
The four people in front of them were directly hit by a heavy punch. It was a simple, simple, and non-fancy punch. It's like a mountain is crashing in!
The half-saint was immediately startled by the force that came towards him, and his palms overlapped and turned into a retreat, trying to use the power of this punch to retreat.
The other three were not so lucky and were punched away one after another.
"Huh?" Ying Wuming realized that the half-saint was about to retreat, so he suddenly changed his palms into claws and grabbed the man: "Come back here!"
The half-saint was shocked, why didn't he let him run away?
But the huge force was simply irresistible, and he was pulled back all of a sudden. He felt that his two arms were almost torn off.
If Ying Wuming doesn't fight enough, no one can escape. The next moment, the half-saint was surprised to find that the other party seemed to have transformed, and in the blink of an eye he had pulled the others back.
"Hahaha..." Ying Wuming laughed, forcefully forcing the six of them to fight with him in close combat.
Jiang Fan was speechless when he saw this scene, and suddenly remembered a sentence in his mind, the six of you are surrounded by myself...
The fight was wonderful, the weapons and fists were dazzling, and the momentum was full of momentum. Almost a hundred feet in radius was razed to the ground. Jiang Fan was too lazy to look.
Shaking his head, he focused on roasting the rabbit. What else were you looking at? Just seeing that Ying Wuming still had the time to turn around and ask himself if the baking was done, he knew that these six were purely sparring partners.
Thinking about it, those six were also very frustrated. They couldn't be beaten and couldn't run, and they were forced to use all their strength to press the bottom of the box. They probably felt like vomiting blood.
The only thing that made Jiang Fan think about it was that this kind of lineup was not something ordinary people could come up with, and this wave seemed to have nothing to do with the previous batches of people. Who would it be?
Suddenly, a burning smell entered his nostrils. Jiang Fan quickly shook his head and thought no more. He would study it later when his brother-in-law captured it. The rabbit was almost burnt.
Sprinkling a handful of powder on, Jiang Fan shouted at the top of his lungs: "Okay, it's almost done, let's start dinner."
Over there, Ying Wuming suddenly became energetic: "Okay, right away."
