"Boy, did you see that my men's hands were broken? Now, can you hand over the storage ring and those boots?" Seeing the middle-aged man's continuous screams of pain, the scar-faced man opened his mouth.
San smiled and looked at Wang Huan and said.
"According to what you said, it does seem quite serious, but I just broke two arms and asked me to pay for two things. I still don't think it's appropriate. Otherwise, if you ask him to break a leg, I will immediately
Here it is." Wang Huan said seriously.
The passers-by around him couldn't help laughing when they heard Wang Huan say these words. This black-eyed boy was so good at pretending that he actually made the scar-faced man Zhang San stunned.
At this moment, the middle-aged man fell to the ground.
When the middle-aged man who said he had two broken arms was about to say that he also had a broken leg, the scarred-faced man Zhang San's face was completely gloomy, especially when he saw the passers-by around him, who were looking at them with sarcastic smiles.
Looking at him, he was extremely angry.
With a bang, the scar-faced man Zhang San kicked the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground. The middle-aged man was kicked by the scar-faced man Zhang San, and then he stood up hurriedly, with the knife
The scar-faced man Zhang San said angrily, "Are you stupid?"
"It's all your bad idea. You're pretending to break your hand! You've made so many people laugh at me. Shut up. Who dares to laugh? I, Zhang San, will never finish with you!" Zhang San, a scar-faced man, went crazy.
roared angrily, and the passers-by around him restrained themselves.
"Boy, you dare to play tricks on me. If I don't cut you into pieces today, I won't call you Zhang San! What are you doing here? Come on, chop these three boys into meat paste!"
The scar-faced man Zhang San shouted at the four people behind him.
The middle-aged man who previously claimed to have lost his hands roared angrily, releasing ancient flame energy from his legs and hands. He held a big knife and rushed towards Wang Huan. Seeing this scene, Wang Huan's face
He said calmly and calmly.
"Didn't you tell me before that your hands were broken? Now I'll let you be truly broken." The middle-aged man holding a big knife just rushed to Wang Huan, holding the big knife in his hand, ready to chop at Wang Huan's hand.
Neck, but in the blink of an eye.
Just hearing a bang, the middle-aged man who was a sixth-level ancient flame warrior holding a big sword suddenly widened his eyes, full of surprise and disbelief. The big knife in his hand was forcibly held by the black-eyed young man in front of him.
hand, and broke his broadsword.
The passers-by around all thought that if these three newcomers to Huluo City offended the scar-faced man Zhang San, there would definitely be nothing good to gain. Even these three newcomers would be killed by several of the scar-faced man Zhang San’s subordinates.
Brutal killing.
But the scene in front of them happened so suddenly that they didn't even understand what was going on. They only heard the sound of metal clanking, and the big sword in the hand of the middle-aged man who was the sixth-level ancient flame warrior at the front was broken.
It became two pieces.
The middle-aged man who was a sixth-level ancient flame warrior holding a broken knife had not yet recovered. When he suddenly saw the person in front of him, he was slightly stunned. A very fast sound of breaking through the air came from the middle-aged man.
, eyes widened, now full of fear.
He watched his two arms fall to the ground, and blood kept spraying out from his arms. The middle-aged man, a sixth-level ancient flame warrior, couldn't help but roar in fear, "No! I,
I have broken my arm!"
The middle-aged man who was a level 6 ancient flame warrior crashed to the ground and kept rolling on the ground, letting out heartbreaking screams. Wang Huan held a half-cut knife in his hand, with no mercy in his eyes. With a bang, the broken knife penetrated the man.
The chest of a level six ancient flame warrior.
Directly nailing the middle-aged man of the sixth-level ancient flame warrior to the ground. It took less than three seconds. The middle-aged man of the sixth-level ancient flame warrior was nailed to the ground by the broken knife. He did not die immediately.
, still struggling in pain.
Trying to break free from the broken knife, screams came out from his mouth. The other three Guyan warriors and the passers-by all stepped back when they saw this scene. The gloating eyes just now disappeared long ago, and were replaced by fear.
with a shocked expression.
Even the scar-faced man Zhang San couldn't help but gasp. He had never thought that the black-eyed boy who was blackmailed by him yesterday could be so strong. He defeated him in less than three seconds.
One of his men, killed and nailed to the ground!
The scar-faced man Zhang San's three other subordinates showed fearful eyes, holding weapons, and did not dare to move forward. They watched Wang Huan and the three of them with vigilance. The scar-faced man Zhang San did not dare to approach them when he saw a few people. He roared angrily,
"What are you doing standing still! Come on!"
"As long as we kill him, we will have high-end armor!" the scar-faced man Zhang San roared. When the other three subordinates heard the scar-faced man Zhang San's roar, their eyes turned red, and they roared hard.
He scratched his head and rushed towards Wang Huan.
In order to obtain high-level armor, even if you pay the price of your life, it is worth it. What's more, only one person can fight this guy in front of you. There are three of us, but how do these ancient flame warriors know that the number of people cannot make up for their strength?
gap.
In less than a minute, those who were watching the excitement realized that something was wrong. Four men of the scar-faced man Zhang San had died tragically in the hands of the black-eyed boy. The four ancient flame warriors could not
It didn't hurt the black-eyed boy at all.
All this happened too fast. When the scar-faced man Zhang San came to his senses, four of his men, without exception, had turned into cold corpses and fell to the ground. The scar-faced man Zhang San saw the black-eyed boy in front of him moving toward
He came, his heart full of anger.
That young man's strength is not simple. You'd better be careful. The scar-faced man Zhang San suddenly remembered what Shopkeeper Mazi said before. He cursed Shopkeeper Mazi thousands of times in his heart. It turned out that the damn Shopkeeper Mazi
, I’ve seen it a long time ago
Something was wrong. The strength of this black-eyed boy was quite extraordinary. That damn Mazi shopkeeper noticed this and didn’t take action rashly. Instead, he sent me to test the black-eyed boy’s strength. I was actually regarded as a fool by Mazi shopkeeper.
Gun wielder!
At this moment, Zhang San has already cursed the Mazi shopkeeper thousands of times in his heart. He also understands that this time he kicked not on the iron plate, but on the steel plate!
However, things have developed to such a point. The scar-faced man Zhang San knows all this and it is irreversible. The black-eyed boy in front of him will never let him go. Either way, he will die. The scar-faced man Zhang San roared
With a cry, prepare to fight hard.
"Boy, even if you are strong, so what, I am an eighth-level ancient flame warrior. Even if I can't kill you today, I will make you seriously injured. I will fight with you!" The scar-faced man Zhang Zhang
The three men held big swords and rushed towards Wang Huan.
Seeing the scar-faced man Zhang San rushing over, the ancient flame energy had been released from the big sword. Wang Huan's face was full of calm. Faced with the scar-faced man Zhang San's blow, Wang Huan did not dodge or even dodge.
It didn't even move, just heard a bang.
The big sword in the hand of the scar-faced man Zhang San stabbed Wang Huan in the chest. Seeing this situation, the scar-faced man Zhang San couldn't help but froze for a moment. He didn't seem to have thought that things would go so smoothly. The big sword actually
It stabbed Wang Huan in the chest easily.
Just when the scar-faced man Zhang San was extremely ecstatic, he soon discovered that something was wrong. The big sword stabbed the black-eyed boy in the chest, but not a drop of blood flowed out. Therefore, the scar-faced man Zhang San was full of curiosity.
, looked at Wang Huan.
The surrounding passers-by were silent and held their breaths, especially when they saw the big sword of the scar-faced man Zhang San stabbing the black-eyed boy on the chest. The black-eyed boy's face was calm, and even the corners of his mouth were calm.
There was still a smile on his face.
Seeing that Wang Huan did not seem to be injured, the scar-faced man Zhang San stepped back more than ten steps, his eyes full of surprise, and exclaimed, "This, how is this possible? My big sword was clearly stabbed on his chest.
, he didn’t avoid it just now.”
"Yes, it is exactly as you said. Your weapon did stab my chest. However, with your strength alone, you cannot pierce my skin at all. In other words, I stand and let you chop.
You can't kill me either." Wang Huan said with an evil smile.
The passers-by who were watching the excitement couldn't help but gasp when they heard Wang Huan say this. They stared at Wang Huan in disbelief. Many people doubted whether Wang Huan's words were true or false.
, stood and let the scar-faced man Zhang San chop him, but the scar-faced man Zhang San couldn't chop him to death? Although they didn't know whether what Wang Huan said was true or false, now, the passers-by who were watching all understood.
Why did this black-eyed boy look so calm from beginning to end?
Seeing the evil smile hanging on the corner of Wang Huan's mouth, the scar-faced man Zhang San suddenly realized that the smile on Wang Huan's face was so dazzling. Before, the scar-faced man Zhang San thought this smile was a giggle, but now he
Then I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake.
It turns out that the one who has been giggling from the beginning to now is himself. The black-eyed boy in front of him seems not to take him seriously from just now to now. The scar-faced man Zhang San regrets a little, why did he come to offend this boy?
Black-eyed boy.
Before the fight, the scar-faced man Zhang San thought that as an eighth-level ancient flame warrior, he might be able to kill the black-eyed boy if he fought to the death. It was not until he had a fight with the black-eyed boy that the scar-faced man
Only then did Zhang San realize the huge gap in strength.
Looking at the four corpses lying on the ground, the scar-faced man Zhang San looked a little gloomy. He had already made a decision in his heart. Even if it was embarrassing to escape, so what, as long as he could survive, if he continued here, he would most likely be killed.
This black-eyed boy killed.
"You want to escape? I advise you to die obediently. You can't escape at all." Wang Huan seemed to have read through the thoughts of the scar-faced man Zhang San, and said with disapproval in his tone.
"Even if you are stronger than me, so what? If I want to escape, do you really think you can catch me..." Before the scar-faced man Zhang San could finish his words, he only heard a muffled bang.
The face is closely connected to the ground.
His whole face hit the ground. Before he could finish his words, his two front teeth were knocked out. Wang Huan pushed his head to the ground with one hand and said with a faint smile, "Do you really think you can escape?"