The middle-aged man fell to the ground, and blood immediately dyed the ground red. Zhuo Mufeng's sword did not return to its sheath, and he looked at him coldly and said: "I don't need to use a killing move to deal with you. If you dare to overestimate your own strength, I will kill you with the next sword."
It’s your head.”
Only a few breaths of time passed between the time he started the attack in his middle age and the time he was seriously injured by Zhuo Mufeng. Many people didn't even realize that the battle was over.
Seeing the middle-aged figure lying in a pool of blood, coupled with Zhuo Mufeng's arrogant words, the people in Hongxing Village suddenly felt like ignited explosives, and they all kicked the table in anger, with a fierce momentum.
The people who helped Zheng Haonan up were even more angry. One of them pointed at Zhuo Mu Fengfeng and shouted: "How dare you do this!"
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Mufeng seemed to be angrier than him. He also pointed at the other party and yelled back: "What happened to me? Did I do something wrong? This person ignored the rules of the war and clearly lost the qualification to attack, but he suddenly attacked me.
.If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I wouldn’t have known how I would have died. I didn’t kill him just to give Hongxing Village face. Even if I killed him, who among you can say that I’m not good at all!”
Being pointed at and yelled like this, the man who had previously scolded Zhuo Mufeng was stunned, his face turned green and white, and he was so stunned that he could not speak.
It was only at this moment that all the warriors in the Hongxing Village, including him, realized that it was indeed their side that violated the rules first. Just like Zhuo Mufeng said, even if he kills people, it is appropriate. The other party is not ruthless.
This is already considered merciful.
The warriors from the other villages couldn't help but look at each other, feeling that Hongxing Village had been embarrassed this time. People were injured, and they were scolded and scolded to the point of losing their temper. How could they reason with each other?
Zhuo Mufeng, the instigator, was not satisfied. He looked around, his handsome and extraordinary face was full of undisguised coldness: "What happened just now will not be an exception. If someone other than the leader of the village takes action and is dissatisfied with me, just come and see if it's your neck."
Hard, but my sword is sharper!"
This is the threat of Chi Guoguo. With one person, he ignores all the people in the eighteen villages around him, and he has the intention of fighting in all directions alone.
The cold wind at night whistled, blowing the hem of Zhuo Mufeng's white clothes like snow. He stood in the wind, alone with his sword, looking around coldly. The swaying firelight made his body flicker, and the aura of a person
But it suppressed everyone present.
The eyes of the village leaders flickered, and their expressions were dark and unclear. Two village leaders were defeated with two swords, and one of them was the number one in the Eighteen Villages. The impact on these village leaders was unimaginable by outsiders.
Originally, they thought that even if Zhuo Mufeng won, he would have consumed most of his internal energy, but the scene just now made them suspicious again.
Seeing how arrogant and lawless this kid is, is there any hint of weakness and fear?
But the strength of the other party is too strong. Even the top one on the elite list is not that strong. It is simply a pervert. However, his reputation was not obvious before, so it is impossible not to make people suspicious.
Some copycat warriors who were stimulated by Zhuo Mufeng were also frightened and did not dare to take the lead.
What they said is very clear. You can do it if you want, but you have to be prepared to be killed. But even Zheng Haonan was seriously injured. Who has the courage to try it?
Meng Jiuxiao didn't know what to say anymore. In today's battle, there were several accidents, and he was surprised by Zhuo Mufeng's response several times.
Even he has to admit that the other party is indeed a rare talent with extremely high talent. As long as he doesn't go astray, he will be a pillar of the Sanjiang Alliance in the future. But his behavior is a bit evil and he even dares to threaten himself. It's really disappointing.
People love and hate it.
Wu Yuanyuan looked at the tall figure standing in the stance, fearless of enemies from all directions, a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she didn't know what she thought of, and she let out a cold snort, which seemed to be quite disdainful.
The scene was quiet for a long time, and was finally broken by one person. The person who spoke was Ou Taiwen. The son of the former head of the village had a complex look on his face, and couldn't help but ask: "I'd like to ask Brother Sha, how old are you, and who did you learn from?"
He was imagining that if he had Zhuo Mufeng's strength, why couldn't he take over from his father and continue to be the leader of the Eighteenth Village?
Zhuo Mufeng was far less calm than he appeared on the surface, and was even quite uneasy in his heart, fearing that any troublesome village leader would use his kung fu, and all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Hearing this, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said without shame: "I have wasted thirty-six years. As for my inheritance, I'm sorry, but I can't comment without my master's permission."
Although Ou Taiwen was a little disappointed that he didn't ask about Zhuo Mufeng's apprenticeship, it was acceptable. What really surprised him was the previous sentence: "What, Brother Sha, you are already thirty-six years old?"
Not to mention Ou Taiwen, the others were also dumbfounded. Looking at Zhuo Mufeng, whose face was still a little immature, anyone would think that this guy was less than twenty years old.
Zhuo Mufeng sweated profusely. Originally, he had considered using makeup, but with Meng Jiuxiao around, he didn't dare to reveal the secret, so he had to bite the bullet and explain: "The internal skills I practice will be of some help to my appearance, so
So old that it’s not obvious.”
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. After the initial confusion, everyone felt a sense of relief. To be honest, if a large number of people were shocked by a yellow-haired boy, everyone would feel uncomfortable, but if it were changed to three
As a middle-aged sixteen-year-old, the feeling is different.
There are really powerful people in the world who are thirty-six years old and hold high positions among the top forces, or who have founded sects. In comparison, Zhuo Mufeng is nothing.
Only Meng Jiuxiao and Wu Yuanyuan rolled their eyes, seeing once again Master Zhuo's ability to tell lies without making any drafts, and felt that they could not just believe this guy's words in the future.
The leader of Lanyuan Village suddenly looked at Sha Zhentian and laughed loudly: "If I remember correctly, Brother Sha is only forty-six years old this year. I didn't expect that your nephew is only ten years younger than you."
Sha Zhentian didn't know the details of Zhuo Mufeng at all, but he still had some flexibility. He said coldly: "Sha is fifteen years younger than his brother. Is it worth making a fuss about?"
The leader of Lanyuan Village smiled and shook his head. He had no intention of doubting it, he just wanted to adjust the atmosphere. After learning Zhuo Mufeng's true age, he was able to accept many things, and his mentality became more relaxed than before.
The people in Hongxing Village were unreasonable and were frightened by Zhuo Mufeng's force, so they couldn't say much. At this moment, they left with the unconscious Zheng Haonan, and soon Zhuo Mufeng was left alone.
Zhuo Mufeng immediately said: "Which other village leader is here to give me advice?"
Being urged by him again, all the village leaders felt a little ridiculous. In the past, the victors were eager to stall for time, and the slower the people on the field, the better, so that they could recover their skills. But this guy looked like he was eager for everyone to take turns in the battle.
Not to mention the remaining sixteen village leaders, Sha Zhentian, the remaining fifteen are all watching the others and are unwilling to test the law.
Zhuo Mufeng didn't want them to drag him on any longer. If the effect of the medicine wore off and he completely regained his strength, then he was just kidding, so he simply pointed it out: "Master Huang, can you give me some advice?"
The person he was referring to was the leader of Huang Yi Village. Among the remaining people, he had the highest martial arts skills.
Huang Hui's face twitched. He really didn't want to do it, but he didn't dare to do it even after being named. He couldn't afford to lose his face, but he didn't want to admit defeat. He was so entangled in his heart.
Finally, under Zhuo Mufeng's aggressive sight, what else could Huang Hui do? He smiled bitterly and flew down.
A scene that made everyone's faces twitch appeared. Young Master Zhuo didn't waste any time at all. Just like the previous two times, he used his unpredictable killing move.
People saw Huang Hui's old face, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was quickly knocked unconscious by Zhuo Mufeng's sword.
The village leaders who witnessed the whole process could no longer bear the emotion of shock. Instead, it was Huang Hui's reaction that made them shake their heads secretly. They felt that Huang Hui had lived for a long time, how could he still act like a young man and always wanted to be defeated?
After making a few noises and looking like that and still wanting to curse, it is simply a disgrace.
"Master Liu, please!"
Zhuo Mufeng was running non-stop. Before Huang Hui's body was carried back by the people from Huang Yi Village, he immediately pointed to the next target.
This guy is too fierce. What kind of magical killing move is this? Doesn't it require the consumption of internal energy? Or has this guy's internal energy reached a state of endless growth and endless supply?
Leader Liu, who was named, had cold sweat on his forehead. He stood there and agreed. It didn't matter if he didn't agree. If he agreed, he looked like he was looking for abuse. If he didn't agree, it seemed unreasonable to lose without a fight.
"Zhao Liu, please give me a clear explanation whether to fight or not!" Zhuo Mufeng pressed again, vowing to ask for an explanation in public, forcing Master Liu into a corner.
Village Leader Liu smiled uglier than he cried. He greeted all Zhuo Mufeng's eighteen generations of female ancestors in his heart. Suddenly he touched his abdomen, bent his body, and said with a pale face: "No, Liu has cramps in her abdomen."
, it might be food poisoning, that’s all, Liu just needs to admit defeat in this case.”
"Fortress leader, sit down and rest quickly."
Immediately, someone beside him said anxiously, pretending to help Master Liu sit down, pouring tea and adding water. Everyone seemed extremely nervous.
Leader Liu shook his head, closed his eyes and replied, "Don't worry, I'll just adjust my exercise skills and it'll be fine." After that, he actually sat cross-legged and began to exercise his internal skills silently. After all, you have to do a full set of acting.
Who didn't know that this action frightened Zhuo Mufeng so much that the hairs all over his body stood up and his palms were sweating. He was really afraid of what he was going to do. He almost couldn't control himself and stabbed Zhuo Mufeng with his sword, trying to stop the leader of the village.
But his only sense told him that he couldn't, otherwise it would only arouse suspicion, and it would inevitably arouse resistance from the masters around Liu Village Leader, which would only expose him faster.
This guy was very decisive, and he didn't care about the failure. He secretly used his skills and winked at Meng Jiuxiao, which meant that he would break out immediately if the opportunity came up.
Meng Jiuxiao put down her wine glass and became serious.
But the strange thing is that what Zhuo Mufeng was worried about did not happen. The leader of Liu Village always maintained his posture of practicing martial arts without saying a word, as if he was out of touch with the outside world.
Zhuo Mufeng was a little surprised, and after waiting for a long time, he found that the leader of Liu Village was still the same. After thinking about it for a while, his eyes couldn't help but flicker, and an idea popped into his mind that made him feel funny. Could it be medicine?