In fact, before everyone could understand, the hook-nosed young man couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his leg and kicked the oven. Chen Taizhong didn't even raise his eyebrows. With a move of his hand, there was already a long knife with the sound of wind.
Just cut it off.
The young man didn't guard against this move at all, but the turbaned man didn't react slowly. Suddenly, a stick appeared in his hand and he directly faced the long knife.
There was a loud "ding" sound, and the big man took two steps back, leaving two deep footprints on the ground with his two feet.
In an instant, the six people formed a battle formation, some with bows and some with ritual weapons. The big man in the turban snorted, "What do you mean?"
I cook for myself, and you come to rob me. What do you mean by asking me? Chen Taizhong was really helpless. He drooped his eyelids and said calmly, "Get out! Or die!"
"Ah, you are such a little brat, you are so crazy," the hook-nosed young man was very angry and stared at the other person fiercely. He almost had his leg cut off by this person. You can imagine the resentment in his heart.
"Boss Mo, stop here!" a voice shouted, but it was Lei Fang who heard what happened here and rushed there quickly.
Then, he pulled the turbaned man aside and complained in a low voice, "Have you figured it out? He doesn't look around when looking for trouble. That's Chen Taizhong."
"Who is Chen Taizhong?" Boss Mo really didn't know the name and asked in confusion.
"The person the Blood Sand Marquis is looking for," Lei Fang replied helplessly. He knew that these six people formed a "Guangfeng Team", which was the most powerful group in Hutou Town and even had the ability to challenge the Red Arrow Alliance.
However, the Storm Team's ambition is not in Hutou Town. They just like to practice and fight. They often go out for twenty or thirty days and only come back after they are exhausted from fighting. Therefore, it is normal for the news to lag behind.
"The one wanted by the Zhou family?" As expected, the news from Boss Mo was lagging behind.
Lei Fang was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. It was really a long story and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while. After thinking about it, he came up with a more effective sentence, "He forced the Zhou family to cancel the wanted order."
"Holy shit," Boss Mo gasped in shock, "Who the hell is he?"
"Loose cultivators, what can you rely on? They have real abilities." The expression on Lei Fang's face was a bit strange. "When he was a fifth-level immortal, he stole our second half... and he was able to...
When being besieged, cut off the arm of the ninth-level Immortal."
"I really want to compete with him," Boss Mo licked his lips, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
"If you really want to die, go ahead and I won't stop you," Lei Fang snorted and turned around to leave.
This Guangfeng team used to be well-known in Hutou Town. He could even guess that these six people might not be casual cultivators. Anyway, it was enough for him to say what he needed to say.
Boss Mo was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Taizhong deeply, and then snorted, "Let's go!"
He was unwilling to make this determination, so how could the rest of the Storm Team be willing to do so?
The hook-nosed man glared at Chen Taizhong fiercely, and the seventh-level female immortal even gritted her teeth and said, "I hope you are lucky enough and don't let us rape you in the town."
It was her suggestion to come to have barbecue, and the team was humiliated because of it, and she was the most annoyed.
"Did I let you go?" Chen Taizhong didn't want to meet them, but when he tried to force it to no avail and even threatened him, he got angry and said, "Leave a high-grade spiritual stone."
"Why?" The female seventh-level Immortal raised her eyebrows, and a long whip came out of her hand.
Women in the fairy world are not particularly bad-looking, and this woman is no exception. With her handsome face, toned body, and agile skills, she is full of wild beauty.
"I'm stronger than you," Chen Taizhong replied slowly, with a casual smile on his lips.
Boss Mo really couldn't stand it. In the past, only the Storm Team told others that although he knew that the other party was amazingly powerful, he was not at the mercy of others.
So he narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, this is enough."
"We have killed immortals before, so are we afraid of you, a seventh-level immortal?" The hook-nosed young man also turned around, releasing a strong murderous aura.
"If you pay the money, you can live. If you don't pay the money, you will die." Chen Taizhong smiled slightly, and his consciousness hit the guy hard.
The hook-nosed body was shaken, and his face turned pale in an instant. Then, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was swaying, as if he could fall down at any time.
"Spiritual consciousness collision?" Boss Mo stretched out his hand to support his companion, but his face became more and more ugly - the spiritual consciousness hurts people, and when the cultivation level of the two sides is not much different, it means killing one thousand enemies and damaging eight others.
Hundreds of behaviors.
Usually it only appears when a higher level crushes a lower level.
Chen Taizhong, a mere seventh-level Immortal, dares to launch a spiritual attack against an Immortal who is higher than him. What does this mean?
Thinking about this, Boss Mo's face started to turn blue - the worst thing is that the Guangfeng Team has no good way to deal with this kind of attack.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Lei Fang, who was watching the battle from a distance with his arms folded, "Deacon Lei, when will we be able to kill people in the streets in Hutou Town?"
"Friend Chen killed more than one person today," Lei Fang just stopped trying. He hugged his arms and replied slowly, "However, it's normal that the Red Arrow Alliance can't stop people who can't be stopped by Bluestone City."
"Line up," Boss Mo took a breath and spoke coldly, then raised his hand, "We know that your cultivation is amazing, and you are no match for him if you fight alone. Kuangfeng has a set of battle formation techniques, and we are willing to discuss it with you.
two."
"You are arrogant at first and respectful at the end, why bother?" Chen Taizhong shook his head and stood up slowly, "I don't know how to spar, I only know how to kill."
What he did was actually imitating Yu Wuyan's example. Attacking the opponent with his spiritual consciousness was not a sneak attack - he just wanted to show his strength. Being able to get a high-grade spiritual stone without any bloodshed was the best.
But if the other party doesn't buy it and still bullies the minority with a shy face, then he doesn't mind going on a killing spree.
"Oh my god, the market is open," someone shouted loudly next to him, "Chen Taizhong will pay 1.2 points for a win, and 2 for a win of Guangfeng Team. If you are betting, hurry up...it may be closed at any time!"
Huh? Chen Taizhong was not happy when he heard that. My brother is going to kill someone. What do you think of me? He turned around and walked over. He asked with a stern face, "Is the market open?"
"Little gambler Yiqing," the man replied with a smile on his face, "Everyone can trust my character, Lao Wu."
"My next mid-level spiritual formation," Chen Taizhong took out the formation plate with an expressionless face and handed it over. This is the highest value thing he can bring out - it cannot be brought out by "Liaoyuan Marksmanship". "I guess
What’s the price?”
"Mid-in-middle...intermediate spiritual formation?" The sweat on Lao Wu's face fell off the ground. The intermediate spiritual formation...is still portable. Not to mention that he has never seen it, he has never heard of it. Bluestone City
Who has this thing?
"It's really hard to estimate the value of this thing... Who are you going to squeeze?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Chen Taizhong frowned.
When Lao Wu's calf was about to twist, Boss Mo came over, holding a yellow spiritual stone in his hand, and said with a livid face, "Okay, this time we admit defeat, this is a spiritual stone..."
The popularity of Guangfeng Team in Hutou Town is not particularly good. They rely on their strength to be tyrannical and act a bit unreasonably, so this time they hit the wall and no one warned them.
Almost everyone is sure that Chen Taizhong will definitely win this fight - if you leave the Guangfeng Squadron to you, can they break the store's defense? Someone named Chen can do it.
It is precisely because of this that Lao Wu offered odds of 1 to 1.2.
Boss Mo didn't know everything that happened during the day, but he knew that if he made a fool of himself, the residents of Hutou Town would just watch with smiles.
So when he heard that someone offered odds of 1 to 1.2, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that there was something hidden in this matter. When he saw that Chen Taizhong was going to bet on an intermediate spiritual formation, he became so angry that he would soon
I ran away to the sky.
Not to mention whether they can beat him, but the bet they put out is really scary - it is an intermediate spiritual formation, he has heard of it, but has never seen it.
Chen Taizhong looked at him and then at Lao Wu. After thinking about it for a while, he decided that it was not interesting. He accepted the spirit stone and turned back. This sudden bet made him lose the interest in killing people.
When Lao Wu saw this, he quickly ran away. Not only did he underestimate the Storm Team, but he also made Chen Taizhong unhappy. It would be foolish not to run away at this time.
However, a handicap angered both parties, so how could it be resolved by running away? He got into an alley, passed through several yards, and suddenly found... there were six more people in front of him.
"Boss Mo...Hello," Lao Wu said hello with a wry smile, then louder and louder, "I'm just enjoying myself, I don't mean to offend you."
After all, there were several courtyards nearby. He amplified his voice to make the other party pay attention to the rules of Hutou Town - it is easy for you to kill me, but it is difficult to silence them.
Fortunately, Hook-nosed, the most difficult person to talk to in the Guangfeng team, had no intention of telling him the truth because his consciousness was injured. Boss Mo said with a stern face, "Don't make such silly noises. If you want to survive, just say it..."
He didn't say what he wanted the other party to say, but Lao Wu naturally knew it, so he answered with a wry smile, "Chen Taizhong hit him casually during the day and almost broke through the defensive formation of Zhang's grocery store. He wanted to do it again, but the second boss stopped him."
"So what, didn't you defeat it?" the seventh-level female immortal snorted coldly.
"It was almost broken," Lao Wu spread his hands and replied helplessly, "Chen Taizhong said at that time that the defensive formation could withstand three of his shots... and the matter was revealed."
"That's it..." The woman was about to say more, but Boss Mo pulled her and asked, "What else?"
"When Chen Taizhong was at the fifth level, he cut off the arm of a ninth-level immortal. Others were besieging him at that time, otherwise the life of the ninth-level immortal would not be saved." Lao Wu really answered all questions, "He is now at the seventh level.
Now, killing people in the street...even the Red Arrow Alliance doesn't dare to care about it."