"Click!"

The small door under the iron door was pushed open, and dozens of policemen stood behind the thick steel pillars of the iron gate as if they were facing a great enemy. The police stared at the dense refugee entrance at the entrance of the valley in fear. At this time, the mechas also moved slowly. It was obvious that the mechas' fire control system had been opened. As long as they found that there was nothing wrong, the black artillery fire would burst out with deadly sparks.

"Thank you." Han Xinghai nodded to the policeman and strode into the small door.

With a "clang!", the thick small iron door was closed.

"I wish you a good journey. If you can still come back here alive, we will open the door for you!" said the old police officer.

"Thanks."

Han Xinghai did not look back, but looked at the open space a hundred meters away. The open space was actually not empty, because there were dense metal columns. These columns were not high, less than one meter, which could block the flow of people and would not form a bunker.

"This fool can't come back, hehe!"

"Brother Kampawn has come out and there is a chance to watch it."

"Hey, there is always no shortage of fools in this world. I remember that last month a guy who was looking for his own woman went in and never appeared again. Unfortunately, that guy is full of strength!"

"Let's watch the fun. Every day when you watch these refugees, you will lose any more sympathy. Just think of watching the fun... Alas..."

“…”

There was a whisper and sigh behind.

Looking at these thick steel pillars, Han Xinghai couldn't help but think of Voldemort's guillotine. The person who designed this steel pillar was similar to Voldemort's guillotine. The difference between the two is that the objects of blocking them are different. This iron pillar is like the Voldemort's guillotine blocking the interstellar brigade army ant, which can completely stop the trend formed by refugees. You must know that whether it is the interstellar brigade army ant or humans, when the wave is formed, its destructive power is terrifying...

Suddenly, Han Xinghai felt a slight silence.

The police whispering behind him also became extremely quiet.

Han Xinghai stopped his pace, and the dense craze slowly pressed over, giving people a feeling of overwhelming overwhelming.

What surprised Han Xinghai was that these people were not as weak as he imagined. They all looked extremely tough, muscular, and had a hideous face.

Han Xinghai didn't know that in the eyes of these refugees, he was just a fat sheep, a treasure house, and his clothes and shoes were all wealth.

Every refugee sent in must pass through the entrance of this valley, and is controlled by a powerful force at this valley.

This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Here, only when the strong can they live a happy life. If they are weak, they can only be bullied and plundered.

Now, Han Xinghai is the target of being plundered.

Han Xinghai's muscles became extremely sharp, and his deep eyes were staring tightly at a tall bald man.

It is obvious that this bald head is the leader of this group of people.

The bald head was tall, at least two meters tall, with its upper body exposed, revealing its muscles like steel plates. He was not mixed in the crowd, but sat on a tall stone in the valley, looking down at the crowd below, like a beast preying on prey, full of unconcealed danger.

Capture the king first to capture the thief!

If you want to pass through this valley, you must subdue this tall bald head.

"Wow!"

A black light burst out from the air, and a dark scimitar appeared in Han Xinghai's hand. The scimitar emitted a hint of cold air, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

Inexplicably, the dark crowd stopped surging.

The air seemed to be burning with a ball of fire, and people felt a burning fighting spirit, which was different from the ordinary fighting spirit. This fighting spirit had a mighty power that looked down on the world, a courage to move forward, and a bloody murderous intent. People don’t know why there were so many feelings, but that feeling was so real, as if this young man was the god of killing to earth.

At the same time, the bald man who had been sitting on the stone soil also stood up, with a hint of surprise on his face. He felt that the other party was a master, and it was very likely that he was an alien in the evolution game, because he was an alien.

There will be an indescribable feeling between masters and masters.

Undoubtedly, if a fighting expert holds a scimitar in his hand, the lethality caused is very terrifying.

The air is so depressing that it is suffocating.

"Ping!"

The bald head jumped off the stone.

The crowds separated and formed a wide passage. Behind the bald head, dozens of strong men with strong figures. What was different from those at the beginning was that these strong men were carrying various cold weapons in their hands, including long swords, daggers, machetes, and spears. Everything was...

The bald man was wearing a pair of loose jeans and an old but intact pair of war shoes. There was no weapon in his hands, but his thick arms gave people an unparalleled sense of power, and the fists were even more huge. It was obvious that the bald man's fist was a weapon, and he didn't need any other weapons at all. His body was the most fierce weapon.

I like your shirt. When the bald man walked to the front of Han Xinghai, he stopped ten meters away. His eyes were staring at Han Xinghai, and the cold light flashed.

What surprised everyone was that the young man who showed a heart-wrenching murderous intent on his body did not say a word, but slowly untied his shirt with one hand, and his arms holding the black scimitar were always hanging.

Finally, Han Xinghai took off his white shirt.

"I'll just go in with the shirt for you?!" Han Xinghai held the shirt in his hand and looked at the burly and tough bald head with deep eyes.

The valley once again fell into extreme silence, and every pair of eyes fell on Bangchuan's strong body. Of course, what attracted people was not Han Xinghai's strong body. After all, there were not a hundred or eighty people stronger than him. What really attracted these refugees was the dense and layered scars on Han Xinghai's body.

The scars on Han Xinghai's body were obviously left behind in countless battles, crisscrossing and layered, and it is obvious that these scars were not formed in one go.

In fact, because Han Xinghai practiced the Evolution Bible, many of the scars have gradually healed, and if it were the past, it would be even more terrifying.

What a tragic battle that can form such scars?

Looking at Han Xinghai's cold gaze and calm expression, for no reason, some people who followed him took a step back, and could feel anything that the young man with a cold face was not a paper tiger, but a ferocious tiger with sharp claws.

The bald man looked at Han Xinghai, and Han Xinghai looked at the bald man. The two of them stared at each other quietly. Time seemed extremely long at this moment.

"Well, give me the shirt and you can leave."

Finally, the bald head broke the suffocating depression and reached out to signal Han Xinghai to hand him the shirt.

"Thanks."

Han Xinghai slowly walked to Bald Head's side, put his shirt on Bald Head's hand, and then passed by Bald Head. After a moment of passing by, hundreds of people at the entrance of the valley felt as if their lungs were being evacuated, and their hearts were beating wildly.

Fortunately, this tense atmosphere disappeared quickly because the two had passed by and several meters away, which was already a safe distance. However, Han Xinghai stopped again, and the crowd blocked his way into the valley.

“Let it go!”

The heavy sound of the bald head sounded, and immediately, the dense crowd gave up a two-meter-wide channel.

"Thank you!" Han Xinghai turned around, the cold breath on his face disappeared, and the invincible black scimitar in his hand suddenly disappeared.

"It's easy to say, others call it a bald soldier." The bald man shouted at Yaoyao.

"Kan Xinghai!"

"Well, if you can come back alive, I'll invite you to drink."

"Okay, one word is certain!"

"One word is certain!"

Slowly, slowly, Han Xinghai's back turned into a door god queen point, and the air seemed to suddenly become hot, without the biting cold depression at the beginning.

"Brother Bing, Brother Bing..." A thick man suddenly pulled the arm of the flowered soldier.

"What are you doing?" The bald soldier shook his arm impatiently, and his eyes were still fixed on the disappearing strong back. The back had already passed through the entrance of the valley and entered the rocky riverside on both sides of the valley. His strong body also became faintly vague.

Until the figure completely disappeared, the bald soldier's tense muscles finally relaxed, and the extremely dangerous feeling made him walk on thin ice and unable to relax at all.

"Han Xinghai...is Han Xinghai..." The man with dense patterns all over his body stuttered.

"What's wrong with Han Xinghai?" Hua Shubing withdrew his gaze.

"It's Han Xinghai!" the man shook his fingers.

"I know it's Han Xinghai, what's wrong?" Hua Jubing shouted angrily.

"Boy of Wooden Stick!" said the tattooed man in one breath.

"Boy of Stick..."

The bald soldier felt his head buzzing. If it was normal for him to be unfamiliar with Han Xinghai, he did not follow these news. However, if he didn't know the wooden stick boy who turned the tide in the border star field and the Xuefu Star, it would be a bit unreasonable. In the seven major star fields, the famous name of the wooden stick boy is almost universally known.

Han Xinghai himself does not know that his name is actually remembered by many people. Of course, this kind of memory is subconscious, rather than thinking about it all the time. After all, Han Xinghai is not a public figure and is on the news every day. Except for those who are deliberately following, most people will not continue to pay attention to a short-lived hero. After all, some powerful heroes will emerge every day in the seven major star fields.

A breeze blew, and the bald soldier felt a hint of chill on his body, and then he realized that his whole body was wet.

That person is not a tiger, but a dinosaur at the beginning!

Thinking of the black scimitar in the man's hand just now, the bald soldier felt a stream of cold air rising on his back.

There are so many legends about this person. If you search it casually on the interstellar network, you will see overwhelming information. The holographic images of his battle have a click rate of over 100 billion, and it is even more impossible to estimate the download...

And I actually missed this mythical character!

"Chase!"

The bald soldier shouted suddenly, his body rose into the air, and rushed towards the valley. The crowds separated like tides, with a terrifying momentum.
Chapter completed!