Yang Huoshan stopped talking, raised his hand, and asked the more than twenty brothers following him to form an array.
"Hahaha, it's like a mantis blocking a car or a worm shaking a tree. Just a few people dare to fight against our Zhao family's elite warriors. They are really looking for death..."
Zhao Teli laughed arrogantly.
For safety reasons, Zhao Teli took ten steps back and then suddenly waved his hand.
"Come on, beat them all down..."
Suddenly a scuffle broke out at the mine gate.
Yang Huoshan and more than 20 brothers were in the middle of the encirclement, resisting attacks from all directions.
But although they were few in number, they did not suffer at all. With the exquisite use of the formation, the brothers cooperated with each other, and instead beat the more than a hundred neatly dressed warriors away one by one.
"this……"
Zhao Teli was stunned, looking at the Zhao family warrior who fell to the ground, writhing in pain, beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead.
"Zhao, Elder Zhao Teli, something is wrong with this situation. Those guys clearly have no aura of cultivation at all. Why are they so powerful..."
An elder asked in horror.
Although these people claim to be members of the Zhao family, in fact they have lived overseas for a long time and have long lost their Chinese temperament. They do not understand at all the various mysterious formations in China.
"No, two elders, quickly attack with me and capture Yang Huoshan. He is the leader. To capture the thief, capture the king first..."
"Okay..." the two elders agreed immediately.
The three people rushed towards the center of the melee at the same time.
But as soon as they came into contact with the formation, they realized how powerful this formation was. They couldn't find the specific location of Yang Huoshan at all. They only felt that the figures in front of them kept shaking. The opponent clearly only had more than 20 people, but at this time, they saw
It seemed like there were hundreds or thousands of people.
Zhao Teli felt something was wrong. He felt the same way when he was beaten last time. This feeling was very dangerous and he would be slapped in the face if he was not careful.
"Bang..."
Just when he was about to retreat, a kick suddenly appeared and hit him hard in the face.
Zhao Teli was kicked and flew out, hitting his own body and pinning several people underneath.
Before he could react, a figure appeared in the sky and stepped on his head.
"ah……"
Zhao Teli screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Unexpectedly, the result of being beaten this time was almost exactly the same as the last time I was beaten here.
However, the person who stepped on his head was not Yang Huoshan, but the gatekeeper, which made Zhao Teli even more embarrassed.
Zhang Jun stepped on Zhao Teli's head, causing him to almost faint from the pain. Before the Zhao family warriors around him could react, Zhang Jun had already kicked Zhao Teli into the middle of the formation, and then he himself
He quickly dodged, re-entered the formation, and returned to his position.
"Brother, good job. Capture the thief first and capture the king..."
Yang Huoshan shouted in the formation.
But I only heard his voice, but I didn't know his specific location. His figure kept shaking and changing.
After continuous improvement, this formation has become more and more mysterious, and the brothers have become more and more cooperative with each other. Facing more than a hundred people from Zhao Jiajun, they actually feel no pressure.
After hearing Yang Huoshan's order, Zhao Jiajun's brothers attacked fiercely again, focusing on the other two elders of the Zhao family in the west.
The strength of these two elders was slightly weaker than that of Zhao Teli, and they were soon dragged into the middle of the formation in the melee.
The three elders were taken care of at the core of the formation, but within a minute, they were beaten to a bruised nose and face.
But this time Yang Huoshan did not stop, nor did he use these elders to threaten the Zhao family warriors. Instead, he continued to lead his people to fight with the warriors on the periphery.
This was the best opportunity to train his brothers and hone their formation skills, and he couldn't just let it go.
Since the battle at Yunling Mountain, the Zhao Jiajun has not engaged in such a fierce actual battle for a long time. Now that the opportunity has come, they will fight hard to let everyone in the West know that the people of the Zhao Jiajun are not easy to bully.
As time went by, a large number of those surrounded outside had fallen, but because no one ordered to retreat, these people continued to resist.
Half an hour later, more than a hundred people fell to the ground, lying in a radius of more than 100 meters, holding the injured area and wailing non-stop.
"stop……"
At this time Yang Huoshan raised his hand, and all the more than 20 brothers stopped.
Except for one of the brothers who accidentally slipped and sprained his foot, no other brothers were injured.
The result of the battle was almost a one-sided victory, and Zhao Jiajun was just sweating.
At this time, Yang Huoshan walked towards Zhao Teli, who was lying on the ground with his face swollen like a pig's head.
This time Yang Huoshan still had no intention of saving face for him and stepped on his face.
"Your name is Zhao Teli, right? I think you won't be named Zhao from now on. It's shameless to call you Te Li. You can't afford the surname Zhao..."
"Let me go, let me go, our Zhao family will not, will not let you go..." Zhao Teli lay on the ground, his mouth bleeding, and he wailed weakly.
He really couldn't understand that he had brought more than a hundred people here and he was defeated miserably, and he was defeated so quickly.
"Really? You won't let me go?"
Yang Huoshan squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth, and slapped Zhao Teli on the face, knocking out several teeth.
This guy had his teeth knocked out last time and managed to get a good set of teeth repaired, but in this battle, they were all knocked out again.
"It's so shameless. If it weren't for the fact that your ancestor's surname is Zhao, I would chop off your head. But I'm warning you, this is the last time. If you dare to attack our Zhao army again, I will maim you."
…”
Yang Huoshan's eyes glowed coldly, staring at Zhao Teli, making him feel scared.
"You, don't be arrogant. Your eldest brother is just an abandoned son of our Zhao family. When he comes back, I will make him look good..."
I didn’t expect that Zhao Teli’s mouth still smelled so bad.
Yang Huoshan stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach.
Zhao Teli was kicked out more than ten meters like a ball. He shrunk and fell to the ground and stopped moving. He was completely knocked unconscious by the kick.
He was a ninth-level ordinary man, but he was tortured into disgrace by Yang Huoshan, who was an eighth-level man.
This is the power of the formation. These fake Zhao family members will never understand it.
Looking at the Zhao family of the West lying on the floor, Yang Huoshan didn't know what to do.
At this time, he did not dare to contact Brother Qianye easily, because according to time calculation, the people brought by Brother Qianye were almost approaching the Vampire Castle, and it would definitely be inconvenient to answer the satellite phone.
At this time, night fell, and dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared at the top of the mine.
These black shadows were hovering in mid-air, with the dark wings behind them flashing constantly, and their eyes glowing blood-red.
"Earl Logan, you can order the attack..."
At this time, Murong Kushu, who was also standing in the air, said.
"good……"
Logan, who looked like a big bat, agreed in a dark voice, then waved the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at a group of vampires behind him.
"All descendants of the Vampire Clan, please go down here and capture the people on the mountain. Bring them all alive to me..."
Suddenly, dozens of little vampires were hovering in the air, like ghosts, making squeaking sounds and swarming towards the mine.