The blood on the field was trembling, and the attitudes of Grand Master Hao and Grand Master Ning made them confused and confused. Why did this world turn upside down in an instant?

What happened today?

They couldn't believe that the broken limbs on the field were only done by the three hundred people in front of them. They couldn't believe that the strong man in their minds would bow to a strange man.

"God, this is definitely not true!" The young mercenary shook his head wildly and refused to admit the facts in front of him.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and another mercenary died, his body fell to the ground with a soft body.

The Rakshasa adventure team and three hundred people were covered in blood and killed them wantonly. While they were watching the battle, they mercilessly harvested the heads of one mercenary after another. The life was like a mustard of grass in their eyes, and it was worthless.

"Save, help, ah..." The man fell to the ground halfway through the shrill scream.

Scenes and sounds, stimulating everyone's whole body was cold, and they collectively chose to remain silent. No one stepped forward, no one spoke, no one left, just stood blankly, staring stupidly...

Finally, the last mercenary fell to the ground and the Rakshasa adventure team let out a long sigh, retracted their momentum, ignored the bystanders, and gathered in Zhiyan's direction.

"Haha, please feel free. After such a battle, the spiritual power in my body has almost been fused." The captains of the hundred soldiers laughed wildly, and wiped the long sword on their body, rubbing all the blood, and said happily.

"Third hundred and one, hehe, how much did you destroy?" A young man of Rakshasa knocked down the last mercenary and looked proudly at his companion next to him and showed off.

"Not much, three hundred and six." The boy wiped off the blood on his face and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Damn, you two ****, I have only been two hundred and five." Another young man was jealous and envious. This complaint fell into the ears of those onlookers, which was undoubtedly another blow.

****, these people are all fucking ****.

What does this mean if one person kills hundreds of people...

Everyone's mouth twitched, and their foreheads were sweating profusely, and they wanted to kick these people a few times.

"Haha, boss."

"Boss."

"Boss Zhiyan."

"Hehe, boss, these people have been dealt with."

...

In the sight of those onlookers, three hundred young men, soldiers and shadow guards, gathered towards Zhiyan, calling the boss, and his expression, where was the cold and solemn he had just been?

So passionate as if it was a ball of fire!

Everyone staggered under their feet, their chins so shocked that they wanted to fall to the ground. What are they calling, boss?

No, they actually called the boss to that girl?

God, they heard it right. These bloodthirsty and cruel **** are actually the subordinates of the girl in pink. This is simply the number one fantasy in the world.

"Damn, who is that girl? How do these people call her the boss?" Finally, a low cry came from the onlooker, his voice full of curiosity and exploration.

"These people are ruthless and capable, with high speed, cultivation and strength. What team are they? Why haven't I heard of before?" The boy asked the middle-aged spirit next to him habitually.

"I don't know, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there was such a cruel team in this continent." The middle-aged spirit shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

Compared to the surprise of these onlookers, the two great masters were shocked and their eyes turned from Ming Yihan's body to Zhiyan.

Shouldn’t this team be the leader of this powerful man? Who is this girl?

"Well, everyone is packing up and preparing to settle in Lingfeng City." Zhiyan nodded and said lightly.

The two great masters' eyes trembled, and their eyes looked at Zhiyan even deeper. If you kill people, wouldn't it be better to escape the farther you can? She actually took so many people to Lingfeng City?

Is she really not afraid of revenge from the Red Blood Mercenary Group? The strength of these mercenaries on the ground is not very good, so it is not surprising that they will be killed. However, the strength of the Red Blood Mercenary Group is definitely more than that.

"Girl, Lao I am a native of Lingfeng City. If you don't dislike me, go to Lao I's manor and let these heroes wash them well, eat and drink well, and have some rest?" The white-bearded old man stepped forward and took the initiative to show his goodwill.

"Yes, these heroes are all extraordinary. It is our honor to be able to entertain them. My Haofeng manor is also available for everyone at any time." The old man in green robe stood up and said unwillingly.

They were not because these people were all brave, but because they were afraid of Ming Yihan's mystery and power.

The strong man attracts the strong man. Such a powerful and mysterious existence is enough to arouse their interest and tension. The blood on the field is trembling, and the attitudes of Grand Master Hao and Grand Master Ning make them confused and confused. Why did this world turn upside down in an instant?

What happened today?

They couldn't believe that the broken limbs on the field were only done by the three hundred people in front of them. They couldn't believe that the strong man in their minds would bow to a strange man.

"God, this is definitely not true!" The young mercenary shook his head wildly and refused to admit the facts in front of him.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and another mercenary died, his body fell to the ground with a soft body.

The Rakshasa adventure team and three hundred people were covered in blood and killed them wantonly. While they were watching the battle, they mercilessly harvested the heads of one mercenary after another. The life was like a mustard of grass in their eyes, and it was worthless.

"Save, help, ah..." The man fell to the ground halfway through the shrill scream.

Scenes and sounds, stimulating everyone's whole body was cold, and they collectively chose to remain silent. No one stepped forward, no one spoke, no one left, just stood blankly, staring stupidly...

Finally, the last mercenary fell to the ground and the Rakshasa adventure team let out a long sigh, retracted their momentum, ignored the bystanders, and gathered in Zhiyan's direction.

"Haha, please feel free. After such a battle, the spiritual power in my body has almost been fused." The captains of the hundred soldiers laughed wildly, and wiped the long sword on their body, rubbing all the blood, and said happily.

"Third hundred and one, hehe, how much did you destroy?" A young man of Rakshasa knocked down the last mercenary and looked proudly at his companion next to him and showed off.

"Not much, three hundred and six." The boy wiped off the blood on his face and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Damn, you two ****, I have only been two hundred and five." Another young man was jealous and envious. This complaint fell into the ears of those onlookers, which was undoubtedly another blow.

****, these people are all fucking ****.

What does this mean if one person kills hundreds of people...

Everyone's mouth twitched, and their foreheads were sweating profusely, and they wanted to kick these people a few times.

"Haha, boss."

"Boss."

"Boss Zhiyan."

"Hehe, boss, these people have been dealt with."

...

In the sight of those onlookers, three hundred young men, soldiers and shadow guards, gathered towards Zhiyan, calling the boss, and his expression, where was the cold and solemn he had just been?

So passionate as if it was a ball of fire!

Everyone staggered under their feet, their chins so shocked that they wanted to fall to the ground. What are they calling, boss?

No, they actually called the boss to that girl?

God, they heard it right. These bloodthirsty and cruel **** are actually the subordinates of the girl in pink. This is simply the number one fantasy in the world.

"Damn, who is that girl? How do these people call her the boss?" Finally, a low cry came from the onlooker, his voice full of curiosity and exploration.

"These people are ruthless and capable, with high speed, cultivation and strength. What team are they? Why haven't I heard of before?" The boy asked the middle-aged spirit next to him habitually.

"I don't know, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there was such a cruel team in this continent." The middle-aged spirit shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

Compared to the surprise of these onlookers, the two great masters were shocked and their eyes turned from Ming Yihan's body to Zhiyan.

Shouldn’t this team be the leader of this powerful man? Who is this girl?

"Well, everyone is packing up and preparing to settle in Lingfeng City." Zhiyan nodded and said lightly.

The two great masters' eyes trembled, and their eyes looked at Zhiyan even deeper. If you kill people, wouldn't it be better to escape the farther you can? She actually took so many people to Lingfeng City?

Is she really not afraid of revenge from the Red Blood Mercenary Group? The strength of these mercenaries on the ground is not very good, so it is not surprising that they will be killed. However, the strength of the Red Blood Mercenary Group is definitely more than that.

"Girl, Lao I am a native of Lingfeng City. If you don't dislike me, go to Lao I's manor and let these heroes wash them well, eat and drink well, and have some rest?" The white-bearded old man stepped forward and took the initiative to show his goodwill.

"Yes, these heroes are all extraordinary. It is our honor to be able to entertain them. My Haofeng manor is also available for everyone at any time." The old man in green robe stood up and said unwillingly.

They were not because these people were all brave, but because they were afraid of Ming Yihan's mystery and power.
Chapter completed!