too fast.
It all happened so fast.
In just such a short time, the three brothers in black died one after another.
Making false claims in the east and attacking in the west, coupled with sneak attacks, the three of them were fooled around by Ye Jin.
Coupled with the perfect cooperation of the incarnations, these three people died without even forcing out Ye Jin's Yanfu Bloodstorm Technique.
Zhao Bailian was stunned under the Xuanhuang Cauldron.
From his perspective, he just shouted for help. When he came to his senses, all three brothers in black had already burped.
These are three people in the late stage of Qi refining!
Even if you kill three pigs, you won't be able to kill them so quickly, right?
Seeing the two black-haired ferocious monkeys approaching step by step, Mr. Zhao, who was hiding under the black and yellow Hundred Buddha Cauldron, turned pale with fright. His legs drummed and he sat down on the ground, begging for mercy in fear:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"My father is Zhao Yanghu, you can't kill me!"
The mandrill sneered, raised his eyebrow-level stick in his hand, and at the same time, incarnation raised his Zen staff and smashed it down together!
Loud noises echoed through the mountains and forests, and seemed to be mixed with shrill screams.
After a stick of incense.
With the death of its owner, the Xuanhuang Cauldron, which lost its magic power, returned to its three-inch size and fell to the ground.
As for Zhao Bailian.
Well, he was shocked to death forcibly, with bleeding from all his orifices, and the appearance of his death was ferocious, with his eyes wide open as he died with no eyes open.
Ye Jin happily picked up the Xuanhuang Cauldron. This top-notch offensive and defensive magic weapon was no worse than the Xuanjing Shield and the Demon-Conquering Golden Ring Staff. Zhao Yanghu was willing to give this thing to his good-for-nothing son.
In less than half an hour, seven bodies were already lying on the mountain forest wilderness.
Ye Jin, whose pockets were dry, regained a lot of blood again, and received seven more storage bags.
These people vividly performed a touching story about what wealth and silk are.
After putting away the storage bag, he carefully touched each corpse, not missing any advantage.
After repeatedly confirming that nothing was missing, the mandrill flicked out a flame and burned several bodies to ashes, destroying all traces of the corpses.
A wisp of breeze blew by, scattering the ashes, weeping and complaining, as if the dead souls were mourning.
Do you think this is the end?
No, of course not.
After killing the pretty boy, he formed a deadly feud with Zhao Yanghu, who had never been masked before.
It is not Ye Jin's character to be passively beaten. He always strikes first and takes advantage later.
Now that my son is dead, I have no reason not to stay with him.
He wants to eliminate the roots!
Standing where he was, Mandrill's eyes were far-reaching and incomprehensible.
…
Wuyang City, Zhao Zhai.
As a second-level low-level weapon refiner, the Zhao family enjoys a great reputation throughout Wuyang City. This house alone occupies a huge area.
Zhao Yanghu was not a man of ascetic cultivation. He had many wives and concubines. It was a pity that many of his wives had gone away, leaving only Mr. Zhao as his son.
As the only son, Zhao Bailian was of course treated as a treasure and pampered to the heavens.
Although Zhao Yanghu's cultivation talent is not high and he is only a three-spirit-root monk, his weapon-refining talent is extremely outstanding.
It can be seen that he can forge low-grade spiritual weapons with perfect weapon refining skills.
As a result, he became famous, even more so than Li Qizheng.
Some people even think that after Zhao Yanghu establishes his foundation, it is only a matter of time before he surpasses Li Qizheng.
Zhao Yanghu, who has just turned 40, still has a lot of time to build a foundation. It can be said that he is very proud of his life and has a happy life.
On this day, Zhao Yanghu, who was sitting cross-legged in the stone room, suddenly felt his eyelids twitching.
Before he could think of anything, a panicked cry suddenly came from outside the door:
"Master! It's not good!!! Someone saw the young master being chased by a monster on the outskirts of the city!"
boom!
Zhao Yanghu burst out of the door, picked up the servant's neck, and said with a cold face:
"Tell me clearly, what happened to the young master?"
The servant's face turned red from suppressing it, and he struggled in the air and said:
"Ahem, someone... someone saw the young master being chased by a black-haired monster!"
"where!"
"Thirty miles to the north of Wuyang City!"
Zhao Yanghu threw the servant down with a cold face, slapped the storage bag, and a white jade boat over three meters long and three feet wide flew out.
Looking at the fluctuations of its spiritual power, it is clear that it is a top-notch flying magic weapon like the Green Bamboo Leaf of Black Wind Mountain!
Zhao Yanghu jumped up, and under the infusion of magic power, the white jade boat rose into the sky and flew towards the north at an extremely fast speed!
In a blink of an eye, it turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky.
The servant was left lying on the ground, his eyes filled with hatred.
…
The bright moon is in the sky, the dark clouds disperse, and the bright moonlight shines down, covering the mountains and forests with a layer of snow-white gauze.
Zhao Yanghu was anxious in his heart, but his face was solemn and cold. The white jade flat boat formation was operating to the extreme, dragging out a long rainbow of white smoke in the sky, speeding at high speed.
Thirty miles away, we arrived quickly in less than half a quarter of an hour.
From a distance, Zhao Yanghu saw two figures fighting each other, one chasing and the other escaping.
How could Zhao Yanghu dare to be even half a minute slower? He was deeply afraid that his only son would die tragically in front of him if he was a second too late.
He drove the white jade boat with all his strength and flew over.
When the distance was reduced, the figures became clear.
I saw a young man running hastily for his life in front, his face was as white as paper, his steps were sloppy, he was well-dressed, and he looked like a dog. Who else could he be if he wasn't his own son?
Behind Zhao Bailian, a mandrill with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth was chasing after him. It was covered in shiny black hair, and its mouth was full of sharp fangs. It had a fierce look in its eyes and a fierce expression.
Zhao Bailian also saw his father from a distance, and immediately became overjoyed with a panicked expression, and hurriedly shouted:
"Dad! Come and save me!!!"
The black-haired mandrill behind him saw Zhao Yanghu flying towards him in a small boat, and his expression suddenly changed.
There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and he finally gritted his teeth, infusing his legs with mana, and the whole speed increased a lot, and the distance was shortened to within ten meters.
At the same time, his hand was not slow, and the black-gold eyebrow-leveling stick hit hard, pointing directly at the back of the pretty face!
Zhao Bailian turned pale with fright. He slapped the storage bag, and the black and yellow Hundred Buddha Cauldron flew out. It gradually grew in the wind and enveloped the whole body. At the same time, the anxious and frightened man said:
"Daddy, save me!"
When Zhao Yanghu saw the Xuanhuang Hundred Buddha Cauldron being sacrificed, and his spiritual consciousness swept across Zhao Bai's face, there was no doubt that the aura must be that of his son.
Then he saw that the mandrill had the audacity to commit murder in front of his face, and he immediately became furious and said:
"How dare you, you evil beast!"
With his sword pointed in his hand, he activated his magic power, and a red light flew out, slashing through it as fast as lightning!
"when!"
A piercing Jin Ge roar sounded, and sparks flew everywhere.
Under the huge force of the shock, Mandrill almost lost his grip on the black-gold eyebrow-equalizing stick in his hand!
"Another top-quality magic weapon!"
The mandrill's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the red light that was approaching quickly.
I saw a flying sword that was burnt red all over, like a red glow, and the sword was sharp and sharp, floating in the air.
As expected of a weapon refiner, he turned out to be a top-quality magic weapon once he took action, which was simply inhumane.
Zhao Bailian got the chance and flew to Zhao Yanghu's side as if he was running away, with a lingering fear on his face and an expression full of fear.
Seeing that his son had successfully escaped, Zhao Yanghu's heart was half relieved. Only then did he have time to look at the mandrill who was chasing the pretty boy. His eyes were cold and his murderous intent was revealed:
"No matter who you are, your son who dares to kill me, Zhao Yanghu, will definitely die today!"
"Oh, is it so?"
suddenly!
A close sneer sounded in my ears!
…
