Wu Zhi stepped hard on the shoulder of the other person with his right foot. When Wu Zhi stepped down, there was a "click" sound, and the other person's shoulder blade was crushed by Wu Zhi!
Wu Zhi also used this strength to rush towards the painting.
"Whoosh!"
There was a rope, wrapped around the darkness like a poisonous snake.
But it wasn't Wu Zhi that he was entangled with, but Dai Anran's feet.
One of the ninjas pulled Dai Anran away from Wu Zhi's arms, and then someone immediately shot a poison dart at Dai Anran.
At this moment, Wu Zhi could grab the painting as long as he moved forward a little bit.
However, although the painting can be obtained, Dai Anran will die in front of Wu Zhi!
At the critical moment, Wu Zhi's body twisted.
His right foot stepped on the air and he immediately pounced on Dai Anran!
Dai Anran was already desperate for survival, but at the critical moment, he was caught in that familiar and generous heart.
The so-called warmth and security before my death wraps my whole body!
The bodies of the two people rolled continuously on the ground.
Those quenched poison darts hit the ground with a "ding, ding, ding" sound, and every dart could pierce the stone slab!
Wu Zhi avoided all the anti-poison darts, lightly put his right hand on the ground, and quickly jumped up from the ground with Dai Anran.
He landed on a weapons rack more than ten meters away.
When he looked up and looked ahead, these ninjas had already taken down all the paintings on the wall.
Seeing this, Wu Zhi's eyes couldn't help but flicker slightly.
Obviously, these ninjas didn't know that only one of these paintings was useful.
The rest are just ordinary decorations.
As soon as they got what they wanted, they quickly evacuated without any fight.
At this time, the shouts of the disciples of Hidden Sword Villa came from outside.
Soon, the door was pushed open, and a group of people came in screaming.
But what they faced was a mess.
At this time, Wu Zhi hugged Dai Anran tightly. Wu Zhi could feel Dai Anran trembling slightly in his arms.
The distance between her and death just now was only half a breath. If it weren't for Wu Zhi, she would have died.
"Little sister, are you okay!?"
Dai Leping quickly led people to Dai Anran.
Wu Zhi discovered that the panic on Dai Leping's face was not adulterated at all, and he obviously really cared about this sister.
However, there was deep jealousy in his eyes!
That look is so familiar to Wu Zhi!
It was as if he was telling Wu Zhi that he had snatched Dai Leping's wife!
Dai Leping originally wanted to talk to Dai Anran through his eyes.
But at this time, Dai Anran had just come out of the fear of death and had no time to act.
Her whole body was nestled in Wu Zhi's arms. It was not until Wu Zhi let go that she staggered forward two steps and was supported by Dai Leping.
However, Dai Anran quickly avoided it and stood next to a middle-aged man.
At this time, Wu Zhi also looked at the middle-aged man standing behind Dai Anran.
After the two people looked at each other for a few times, Dai Leping suddenly pointed at Wu Zhi and cursed loudly.
"Fang Bohao, you bastard! Not only did you harm my sister, you actually brought an outsider into our treasure house!"
"Come here, catch him!"
At this time, Dai Leping became obviously more excited than before.
In his eyes, there was intense hatred.
A group of disciples from the Hidden Sword Villa brandished their swords and charged towards him with howls.
But at this time, Wu Zhi slowly raised his foot and stepped down suddenly!
"Bang!"
The powerful energy, centered on Wu Zhi, knocked away all these disciples and the weapons next to them.
Feeling the terrifying aura released from Wu Zhi's body, Dai Leping and others kept retreating.
Only the middle-aged man took a few steps forward. He stared at Wu Zhi with burning eyes and said in a low voice.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Dai Leping was stunned for a moment: "Father, you said he is not Fang Bohao?"