The few people he saw looked ill-intentioned, and Feng Hao knew what was going on. His face darkened slightly, and he looked at the three people opposite him. Except for the shorter and stronger man who made the noise just now, the other two were also
His face is not good.
The one on the far left is quite tall, with slightly dark skin, and a face covered with beard. He carries a shiny long knife on his shoulder, and there are still some faint traces of blood on the blade.
As for the man in the middle, his appearance is quite gentle, but the sinister look on his face is no weaker than that of the other two.
All three are in the realm of martial arts, and the gentle one among them is already at the peak of martial arts, and is only one step away from the martial arts sect!
With just a slight sense, Feng Hao judged the strength of several people. Seeing that Wu Zong did not appear, he felt slightly relaxed.
"Boy, hand over all your money and I will spare your life."
The gentle man in the middle scolded Feng Hao very coldly.
"Hehe!... A stinky boy dares to come here. We are just teaching you in advance so that you can retreat and save your life. Of course, your belongings will also be saved."
Just think of it as tuition.”
The short man on the right also said jokingly, but the other tall man carrying a long knife remained silent, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked at Feng Hao with interest.
But what surprised them was that this boy, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, remained calm after these people appeared. He did not run away immediately, nor did he kneel down to beg for mercy.
money.
"Is it?"
Feng Hao raised his eyebrows, his words a bit playful.
Along the way, Feng Hao encountered more than one or two roadblocks and robberies. On the contrary, he gained quite a lot each time.
Under the astonished gazes of several people, Feng Hao straightened his face and said gloomily, "Robbing now, hand over all the property you have, otherwise...hehe!"
With such words, the three people were stunned for a moment, and then they all reacted, and their expressions became ferocious.
"Good boy, if you are so arrogant, I will definitely let you die a more tragic death!"
At this time, the tall man widened his squinted eyes, took out the long black knife, put it in his hand and wiped it slowly.
"Hey, a great martial artist who smells like shit actually dares to say this. I really admire you, Lao Hei!"
The short man smiled jokingly, with a bloodthirsty look on his face. He rubbed his palms and approached Feng Hao.
"Old Niu, you two come together."
The gentle-looking man in the middle did not tremble, but then turned around and told the short man: "Old Hei, beware of him escaping."
"No problem, big brother, I will never let this kid run away."
The short man replied, then a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he rushed towards Feng Hao.
"Ah!"
Seeing the strong man running towards him, Feng Hao made an indifferent arc at the corner of his mouth, pressed his hand, and the ice and fire energy in his body surged out, condensing on his palm one by one.
For martial arts, Thunder Fist is enough! Looking at the two people who were about to surround him, Feng Hao let out a low drink, stamped his feet, advanced instead of retreating, and rushed towards the short man under the surprised look of the gentle man.
!
"Hey! Does this kid think he has a long life?"
The short man couldn't help but laugh ferociously when he saw Feng Hao rushing toward him. His hands were shaped into claws, and his fingers were glowing with sharp lights, making him look very fierce.
"Old Hei, be careful."
The gentle man saw the still playful smile on Feng Hao's face, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and couldn't help but remind him.
However, his reminder was too late.
"Bang!..."
The two fists, one large and one small, collided directly with each other, with an explosion of force. The short man's fierce and proud face changed instantly after the two fists came into contact.
"snort!"
With a slight snort, Feng Hao took advantage of the moment when the short man was lost in concentration. Feng Hao's eyes flashed sharply, and he leaned closer and punched the short man on the chest.
"boom!"
The sound of shattering chest bones sounded directly, and the short man's chest collapsed directly. Then, his whole body was blown away by the force, and he hit a boulder behind him heavily, and spurted out words from his mouth.
A mouthful of blood comes.
"Old Black!"
The other two people screamed in surprise, but because the three of them were outflanking each other separately, they were more than ten or twenty meters away from each other at this time. They had no time to rescue them and could only watch the short man being attacked by Feng Hao.
His feet swept over his head.
In the next moment, the short man no longer had much breath.
"The idea is tough, Lao Niu, be careful and we can get rid of him together!"
The polite man's face darkened, and he reminded the tall man called Lao Niu who came over and was holding a long knife.
Obviously, Feng Hao's move had made them wary.
"Boy, you will die miserably!"
The big man looked at the dead short man, a look of grief flashed across his face, and then he said bitterly to Feng Hao.
The three of them have been working together for a long time and have already developed feelings for each other. They have always had a very good eye and specialize in finding lone warriors to attack, but they have never failed to do so.
"From the first day you came out to 'hang out', you should have thought that sooner or later such a day would come."
Feng Hao glanced at the two people as if nothing had happened, retracted the long "legs" he kicked out, and spoke calmly, not taking his threat seriously.
He glanced at the short man whose eyes were wide open and still staring, and suddenly found a ring on his finger. He smiled slightly, pulled it off, and glanced at it. His eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Inside this inconspicuous ring, there were actually two pieces of martial arts crystals, as well as some scattered elixirs of various kinds.
"Tsk, tsk, so rich!"
Feng Hao slapped his mouth, and when he looked at the two of them again, his eyes lit up even more, and he said "kiss" with a hint of playfulness in his mouth.
He does this deliberately to anger the other party. The angrier the other party is, the easier it is to lose judgment, which is more beneficial to him!
After all, the opponents are two martial arts experts, and they clearly want to attack together, which is also very disadvantageous for Feng Hao!
Hearing his words, sure enough, the faces of the two people opposite became extremely ugly. They were the only ones who robbed others. How could they be robbed by others?
Especially the tall man, he was furious, his eyes turned red, the martial spirit realm spurted out, and the long knife in his hand seemed to be burning with an invisible flame.
"Old Niu, don't be impulsive!"
Seeing Feng Hao still looking indifferent, the gentle man's heart trembled and he grabbed the tall and strong man.
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