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Chapter four hundred and fifty fifth: grandson is good

Brother Monkey was not afraid and took a step forward. He looked at Crazy Biao and said with a sneer, "Grandpa and I killed him alone. Tell me, what do you want?"

"grandfather?"

A bloody murderous aura overflowed from Crazy Biao's body, and his eyes stared directly at Brother Monkey with majestic killing intent.

The fire flickered in the windless night, and his men were frightened back several steps by the murderous aura.

Crazy Biao's ferocity seemed like a joke to Brother Monkey. Brother Monkey chuckled and said, "Hey, my grandson is good."

Although Crazy Biao was very angry, he was not in a hurry to act impulsively.

In addition, seeing Brother Hou and Qin Tian looking confident, he also felt curious in his heart.

Ordinary people, let alone seeing themselves, wouldn't be able to speak fluently when they see so many ferocious robbers, let alone two young guys.

Furthermore, after killing more than a dozen of his men in a row, he believed that the other party was still somewhat capable. Immediately, Crazy Biao asked calmly, "Have you ever heard of me, Crazy Biao?"

"Crazy Biao? I think you are pretty cool." Brother Monkey snorted and imitated Crazy Biao and asked, "Have you ever heard of Grandpa's name?"

Crazy Biao gritted his teeth, his cold pupils shrank and shrank, then he turned to look at one of his subordinates and asked, "Do you know where these two stupid young men are from?"

"Boss, I have never seen these two people. I know best how many people there are in these ten miles around. They are definitely not from the village we robbed."

A man with a deer head and rat eyes looked at Qin Tian and Brother Monkey carefully, then came to Feng Biao's side and spoke.

Because he was born and raised in this area, he knew the situation in the surrounding villages very well. He was the one who led the looting of several nearby villages, and everyone hated him.

"Boy, I don't care who you are. If you kill my people, then just give me your life."

Crazy Biao looked at Brother Monkey with a very ferocious expression, raised the mace in his hand and pointed at Brother Monkey, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.

Just killing a dozen warrior-level cultivators was not enough to make Crazy Biao have any fear of Brother Monkey and the others. If he wanted to, he could kill thousands or hundreds of such cultivators in a matter of minutes.

Brother Monkey said contemptuously, "You want my life? Do you have the ability?"

"What a shame!" Crazy Biao pointed at Brother Monkey and ordered, "Catch him alive. I want him to know the consequences of provoking me."

Upon hearing the boss's order, the martial arts brothers who were following him rushed out in a swarm.

In their view, people like Brother Hou and Qin Tian are just fledglings who have no idea how high and thick the sky is.

"Do you want my help?" Seeing a group of martial artists swarming up, Qin Tian looked at Brother Monkey calmly and asked.

"A small character like this is worthy of you? Let's see how I deal with them."

Brother Monkey said with a smile, not forgetting to flatter Qin Tian.

Turning around, he glanced sharply at a group of martial arts bandits who were overestimating their abilities.

The iron rod's purple light flashed again. This scene almost made Crazy Biao's eyes pop out, let alone the others.

His figure flashed, and in full view of everyone, Brother Monkey only left a clear afterimage on the spot.

Because the speed was so fast, the afterimage did not disappear for a long time.

When it comes to speed, even the practitioners of the wind system dare not say that they are as powerful as the practitioners of the steady pressure thunder system.

Brother Monkey's figure reappeared and he was already in the middle of the gang of robbers. He smiled evilly, and the violent power of thunder was stirring in his body. Everyone around him shuddered unconsciously.

'call!'

The iron rod swept across the ground close to the ground, and a pair of legs suddenly made the sound of breaking. Nine people fell to the ground, holding their legs and screaming. The screams resounded throughout the village for a while.

Almost at the same second, these strong martial arts masters all retreated, but Brother Monkey was so full of fighting spirit that he could not let them leave just as they said.

The iron rod was held in the middle with one hand, and with one move, Cang Long Chui Hai stabbed straight out, with a fierce momentum like a disemboweled cannonball.

The purple electric light accompanied the silver iron rod all the way, and no one dared to test its violence.

Finally, the thunder and lightning wounded ten more martial artists with devastating force. They all fell to the ground and twitched. Even with air shields, they could not stop the penetration of thunder and lightning. This is the horror of thunder attribute practitioners.

The thunder attribute cultivator can completely ignore the air shield on the cultivator's body.

The wind roared, and everyone was shocked by Brother Monkey's ferocious side. Everyone retreated in fear, and no one dared to come within ten meters of him.

If it weren't for Crazy Biao watching from the side, I'm afraid these martial artists would have fled.

If they were afraid, they were relatively afraid of Crazy Biao. Since he became a powerful martial artist, his methods have become more and more cruel. It can be said that there is no humanity at all, and everyone who falls into his hands will be miserable.

"A bunch of trash, come with me." Seeing that his subordinates were too afraid to come forward, Crazy Biao pointed at them and cursed, then glanced at the warrior minions standing on both sides, and ordered, "Come with me too.

Go ahead, kill him and reward him with a thousand gold coins."

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Feng Biao's words made some people who originally wanted to escape from the battle change their minds.

Most of these people who become bandits are desperadoes. For money, they will not even hesitate to attack those closest to them.

Of course they are afraid of death, but they are more afraid of poverty. It depends on whether the wealth gained at the cost of life is worth it.

Gritting their teeth, the strong martial arts masters clenched their big hands holding the hilts of their swords, as if they had made up their minds.

We have lost nearly twenty martial arts masters, but now there are still more than seventy martial masters who can fight. If we unite and share the same hatred, we can still compete with a strong martial artist, and it is not certain who will die.

"Brothers, if you want glory and wealth, you have to work hard now."

I don't know who shouted, and in an instant, hundreds of robbers showed their fierce looks.

Although the martial arts masters were powerful, but with so many of them gathered together, their fear gradually disappeared, replaced by eagerness to try, all for the sake of getting those thousand ingots of gold.

The next moment, the strong martial arts masters took the lead in launching a counterattack against Brother Monkey, and the martial arts masters followed shortly after.

There was no solemn expression caused by fear on Brother Monkey's face, and the corners of his mouth were curved into a sneer. The iron rod in his hand was placed across his chest, and he struck out the iron rod while flexing and extending his arms.

Strong martial arts masters simply did not have such a fast reaction speed. In the next second, five people were hit by the iron rod, and the protective air shields in front of them were defeated by this force.

If it weren't for the air shield, the force carried by this iron rod would be enough to severely injure them.

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