After Xu Bai and the others left with the Jianzuishanji, Guan Heng quickly took a few steps forward and came to an open area not far ahead. He had a premonition that the guys who were about to appear were actually spreading from here. "Huh—— Swish, swish, swish—" In an instant, the wind suddenly rose, and three people came rushing in hand in hand.
"Uh?! It's him..." Guan Heng's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly discovered that one of the guys had someone under his ribs. It was Zhu Guo's fake son, Zhu Ping.
The appearance of these three people is quite strange. A bald old man has no hair on his head. Next to him is a rough-looking guy with a face full of pustules. A scar is like a twisted earthworm, extending downward from the eyebrow to the corner of the mouth, making it appear that Extremely ferocious.
The last person turned out to be a woman wearing a colorful green cloth and a colorful handkerchief on her head. Although she was dressed fancyly, she was already over sixty years old. Her face was covered with wrinkles. Not only did she look old, but she also had only one hand. That Zhu Ping With a look of shock on his face, he was held under her ribs with one arm.
"They are all strong men above the semi-dark realm?!" Guan Heng thought to himself at this time: "These guys suddenly appeared out of nowhere. What is their purpose?"
But when he saw a stranger appearing in front of him, Zhu Ping, who was being held by the one-armed old woman, seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw. He immediately screamed: "Help--"
When the one-armed old woman saw this scene, she immediately snorted: "Boy, shut up."
"Bah!" Before the old woman could finish her words, she suddenly moved her one-armed arm tightly, causing Zhu Ping's whole body to crack and rattle. This Zhu Ping was in the realm of Qing Qi and could withstand the opponent's destruction, so he immediately let out a muffled groan. I almost fainted from the pain.
"Boy, who are you? Tell the truth quickly, otherwise I will be rude to you!"
The bald old man saw that Guan Heng was only half-red in strength, so he didn't take him seriously at all. However, he was quite afraid of the snake-like bird on Guan Heng's shoulder. The other party seemed to know about the red-qi demon bird that could fly. Not easy to mess with.
"Huh, old guy, you speak in such a loud tone." Guan Heng sneered at this moment, and suddenly a ghost howl sounded behind him, and six ghosts appeared around him in an instant. The three people on the other side gasped when they saw this: "Six red gas ghosts?!"
"Six? That's not necessarily true."
"Pah!" As soon as Guan Heng said these words, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the copper urn on his waist. "Wha—" a white light suddenly appeared in mid-air.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!" The baby white ghost figure suddenly screamed hoarsely, revealing all the crimson ghost energy: "Huhuhu——"
At this time, the Yingbaigui has increased its strength. It is already infinitely close to the peak of the crimson realm. It may break through the shackles at any time and soar to the semi-black realm, becoming the strongest fighting force around Guan Heng.
"Seven, seven ghosts, all of them are in the realm of red energy..." The three guys who had never paid attention to Guan Heng were all a little panicked at this time, especially when they had just spoken harshly to Guan Heng and wanted to question him. The delicate bald old man suddenly had big beads of sweat on his shiny forehead.
"Hey, for the half-black strong man, seven ghosts coming together is more of a deterrent."
When this thought came to Guan Heng's mind, he saw that the bald old man was afraid and knew people's hearts very well. He immediately sneered slightly, showing his white teeth: "Old guy, who are you? Hurry up and tell the truth. Speaking of which, otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you!"
These words were spoken by the old man to Guan Heng just a few breaths ago. They were really retribution for this world. They came quickly. At this moment, Guan Heng returned the words to the other party intact, as if he had slapped him in person.
Like a loud slap in the face.
"It's unreasonable. This brat is targeting me deliberately. Damn it..." The bald old man just thought of this. The scarred man next to him couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. He suddenly yelled: "Brat, others are afraid of these red ghosts.
, I, Wu Huan, am not afraid, uhhhhhh-"
It was too late, but it was too late. Wu Huan, a big man with a scarred face, suddenly showed a deep red energy all over his body. He suddenly bent his knees and kicked the ground, and instantly rushed towards Guan Heng.
"Kill you kid, those controlled ghosts will definitely collapse without a fight!" Wu Huan made up his mind, and suddenly showed the short-handled heavy weapon behind his back, using the strong wind to shine on Guan Heng's head and hit him: "
kill--"
"Hmph, you move first, you die first!" Guan Heng snorted coldly, and at the same time, four monstrous ghosts rushed out, "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several soul shadows hit Wu one after another.
The heavy blow in Huan's palm actually knocked him back four steps.
Even though the monstrous beasts only have red peak ghost energy, which is far inferior to Wu Huan, a half-black strongman, it is not difficult for them to drive away the opponent with the powerful impact they generate in a hurry.
"Uh?! What a powerful red spirit ghost..." Wu Huan's offensive was blocked, and he felt so depressed that he almost spewed blood from his heart. But just when he wanted to regain his strength and attack again, Guan Heng had already pounced on him: "
I said, you move first, you die first——"
"Crack--" The cold light of the Hongyun Sword flashed away, and where the sharp edge swept past, the handle of the heavy sword snapped, and the remaining force suddenly opened the opponent's neck and throat, "Pfft!" Wu Huan suddenly shot out from beside him.
With the big spray of red mist, the guy's eyes widened and he immediately fell to the ground.
"One move, hey, the half-black strong man can't even catch one of my moves." Guan Heng suddenly raised his wrist and shook it. The blood on the sword edge was like heavy rain falling to the ground. He faced the remaining
The two sneered: "Do you want to end up like him?"
"Huh?!" The bald old man and the one-armed old woman suddenly lost their expressions. At this moment, the snake-like bird in the sky was croaking strangely, mixed with the roar of the seven ghosts. How could they not be frightened?
"Plop." In the panic, the one-armed old woman loosened her grip and threw Zhu Ping to the ground. Guan Heng snorted coldly and ignored her. Instead, he stared at the bald old man and asked: "I
Didn't you hear the question just now? Tell me! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
This bald old man did not dare to offend Guan Heng at this moment... With a large group of ghosts behind him, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "Uh, little friend, please calm down the anger of the thunder. The old man's words just now were very offensive. Please forgive me and forgive me."
"Huh, you changed your tone quite quickly. Now it's not 'boy', but now it's 'little friend'."
Guan Heng's face was full of disdain and contempt. When he finished saying this, the muscles on the bald old man's face twitched and jumped, but he pretended not to hear. He said with a smile: "
The old man’s name is Meng Ju, and the person next to me is my wife Hai, Hai Qiong, come on, I’ve met my little friend.”
The one-armed old woman Hai Qiong was also suppressing the anger in her heart at this time. She took a step forward, cupped her fists and cupped her hands, and said with a forced smile: "I have met my friend."
"Hahaha, it's so exciting for you two to come to this barren mountain for a leisurely stroll." After saying this, Guan Heng continued: "Then let me tell you my name, I'm... Guan Heng."