"Hey! Wait???" Xu Han Kankan stretched out his right hand and looked at the prodigal son who killed the warrior with a knife in his hand, his eyes full of depression.
The identity of this black-robed warrior, and this mysterious Seventh Young Master, Xu Han still wanted to find out the news, but he didn't know that the prodigal had done so quickly.
Mentioning the prodigal son of the Broadsword, looking at the gazes of Xu Han and the two of them, they were embarrassed in their eyes, but still proudly said: "What are you afraid of? With the strength of the few of us, what seven sons, even the eighth son or the ninth son problem."
The prodigal son has always been arrogant. This black-robed warrior is a prisoner of the ranks, and he is so arrogant. How can the prodigal son tolerate it? Of course, he slashed it.
Xu Han looked at the indifferent look in the eyes of the prodigal son, with a gloomy look in his eyes, glanced at Yin Zhiyu beside him, and whispered in his mouth: "I only hope that Haokong can stay alive."
Pouch!
In the horrified eyes of Yin Zhiwei and the prodigal son, the corpse on the ground turned into a piece of powder and disappeared in the air. It seemed that something had been thought of. The two immediately looked at the previously killed warriors. Where is there now? Dead body.
"All disappeared?" Looking at the empty scene, the prodigal said in astonishment.
Xu Han even noticed that not only the corpse of the martial artist, but also the skeleton that had been trapped before had gone somewhere, and disappeared in the field.
The prodigal son had just clearly remembered that the warrior was cut in half by himself. He didn't look closely before, but now even the internal organs and blood sprinkled on the ground have disappeared.
Xu Han glanced at the astonished prodigal son, sighed softly, and whispered in his mouth: "Now I know why I didn't let you kill him, right?"
"Your uncle, is this too weird?" The prodigal son knelt down, looking at the powder that passed away with the wind, and cried out strangely. There was no dead body.
Yin Zhiyu glanced at the astonished prodigal son on the ground, looked at Xu Han next to him, a trace of caution flashed in his eyes, and asked softly, "Xu Han! Who are they?"
Xu Han's face was serious, thinking about the scene of encountering the black-robed warriors along the way, he said: "I don't know, but I have met these black-robed warriors several times."
Immediately after the previous encounters with the black robe warriors, they experienced one by one, listening to Xu Han's account, the two people next to them were full of serious expressions.
"It seems that these warriors should be an organization that few people know about." Yin Zhiyu said. The Yin family's secret strength is comparable to the Supreme Master of Xuanzhou, but they have never heard of these warriors at all. It's not a general mystery.
Xu Han sighed heavily, looked at Hao Kong who was still fighting in the distance, and said softly: "Haokong should know something, let's go, ask Haokong to stay alive and ask questions."
The prodigal son beside him regretted his recklessness just now, and he couldn't help but yelled into the thick fog in the distance: "Haokong, don't kill that kid, leave him to ask a question."
Seeing such a prodigal son, Xu Han chuckled in his eyes and walked towards the injured Zuo Junzhe on the ground. Seeing his whole body miserable, he couldn't help but ask softly: "It's nothing serious, right?"
Zuo Junzhe was stunned by what was in front of him for a long time. The few people who sprang out of nowhere, all of them were terrifying in strength. They were all warriors of the God Transformation Realm. After only a while, they took those black robes. Warrior kills.
His face turned pale to Zuo Junzhe, looking at the three people who came, stood up with difficulty, staggering, but he was supported by the prodigal who saw him.
With a smile to the prodigal son, Zuo Junzhe looked at Xu Han and said softly: "Nothing! Xu Han, thank you, you saved me again."
"It's okay! After all, the black-robed warrior came to me, and it hurt you." Xu Han glanced at the two sucked-up corpses in the distance, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes, and he whispered in his mouth.
Xu Han guessed that it must be because of the skeleton that was around him that attracted these warriors. Otherwise, there is no such a coincidence that these warriors rushed over just after they set foot on the island.
Seeing Zuo Junzhe's serious injury, Yin Zhiyu next to Xu Han, immediately appeared a medicine bottle in his hand, poured out a blue pill, and whispered in his mouth: "This is for healing, you eat it, the injury will heal soon."
It was the shout of this warrior before that the three people who had left turned their heads. Otherwise, I don’t know when they will meet Xu Han. Now, seeing that he is seriously injured, Yin Zhiyu didn’t ask Xu Han, and directly gave the best one. Good healing elixir.
The prodigal son standing aside, looking at the pill that Yin Zhiyi poured out, did not hide the greed in his eyes at all, but said indifferently: "Sister-in-law, this pill is good. Give me some pills too?"
"Let's talk about it when you get hurt." Yin Zhiyu gave a chuckle in his eyes, handed the pill in his hand, and whispered softly.
The prodigal son was depressed in his eyes, but he smiled: "Sister-in-law, this is what you said."
"This
"Looking at the pill that sheds strong spiritual energy in front of him, Zuo Junzhe hesitated in his eyes, looking at Xu Han on one side with a look of embarrassment.
Now that Zhiyi has made the decision, looking at Zuo Junzhe who is hesitant in his eyes, Xu Han whispered: "This place is Broken Dragon Cliff. With your current injury, without the pill, I am afraid that it will not be better for a while. You just accept it."
There was a struggling flash in Zuo Junzhe's eyes. Looking at the pill with a strong spiritual energy in front of him, he seemed to have made a certain decision, and solemnly said: "Xu Han, thank you very much! From now on, Zuo Junzhe's life will be you. That's it."
This elixir was extraordinary at first glance, and the woman in front of him was able to give it to herself, mostly because of Xu Han, otherwise she could not give it to herself so easily.
Seeing the prudent Zuo Junzhe, Xu Han smiled lightly in his eyes, but said softly in his mouth: "You don't have to look outside like this, you go to heal your injuries."
Immediately after walking towards Haokong who was still fighting in the distance, Yin Zhiyu smiled at Zuo Junzhe, who repeatedly thanked him, followed Xu Han's pace, and walked forward.
The last prodigal son stood in place, looked at Zuo Junzhe, and said unceremoniously: "You should practice hard. With your current strength, you are really weak if you want to help Xu Han."
Looking at the departed prodigal son, Zuo Junzhe looked embarrassed, and looked at Xu Han's back with a firm expression in his eyes.
"Xu Han! I'm Zuo Junzhe a decent man, my words must count." Looking at Xu Han who was leaving, Zuo Junzhe said firmly in his heart.
Xu Han, who was leaving in front, didn’t care about Zuo Junzhe’s Chengruo at all. Whether his enemy was the disciple of Zhou Qiangzong’s gate that day or the unknown, distant mysterious figure, he was not Zuo Junzhe. Even Xu Han himself did not dare to be careless.
In the thick black fog, the roar of the roads continued to come, but Lei Ze's anger did not sound. It seemed that Hao Kong's addition made him a lot easier.
"Hi! Ziyu! Long time no see!" The prodigal son standing next to Xu Han glanced at the purple figure wrapped around Xu Han's shoulder, and said with a chuckle in his eyes.
Zi Yu, lying softly on Xu Han's shoulders, raised his head slightly, glanced at the prodigal son, and responded softly: "En!"
Seeing Zi Yusheng's cold response, the prodigal son smiled, not paying attention at all, but looking around.
boom!
Suddenly a figure shot out of the standing people in the black fog ahead, and Xu Han looked at it, and it was the last black-robed warrior.
On the corner of his pale mouth, a trace of red blood ran across the corner of his mouth, looking at the black mist in front of him, his eyes were full of horror.
Xu Han followed the martial artist's gaze, seeing Hao Kong walk out calmly, with a cold expression, and glanced at the martial artist on the ground.
Looking at Haokong who walked out, Xu Han's eyes glanced, but a hint of doubt flashed in his heart. After many days, after seeing each other again, Haokong had changed a lot.
"It seems that a lot of things should have happened during the time I was away." Looking at the calm Haokong, Xu Han thought in his heart.
In his own perception, Hao Kong was extremely arrogant, but now he was so calm, it was not in line with his previous character at all, and the prodigal on one side had become even more arrogant.
"Did you show up?" As if understanding the doubt in Xu Han's eyes, Yin Zhiyu said softly while looking at Hao Kong who was coming.
Xu Han turned his head and looked around, looking at Yin Zhiyu's gentle eyes, surprised in his eyes, and chuckled lightly in his mouth: "Resolve the immediate matter first, and then talk again."
"Yep!"
"Xu Han! If what I expected is good, you shouldn't be able to ask what?" Looking at Xu Han who was walking by, Hao Kong glanced at the black-robed warrior on the ground, and whispered in his mouth.
Before Xu Han could reply, the prodigal son stepped forward, looking at the miserable warrior on the ground, and said arrogantly: "Huh, if you don't say anything, your grandfather, the prodigal son, greet you well."
The warrior on the ground wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around, and did not see his companions. He looked at the few people who walked in and shouted: "Don't think about what you get from my mouth, you will all die."
"Crap! Stop him!" Xu Han glanced in his eyes, said in a shocked voice, and immediately swept forward.
Xu Han, who was just worthy of stepping in, directly turned into a black mist in the eyes of a few people in astonishment, and actually broke off on its own.
The prodigal son looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes furious, and he shouted angrily: "Your uncle, you actually committed suicide."
As if he had been expecting what was in front of him, Hao Kong, who was beside him, had a calm face and said softly: "I heard those old guys say that these black-robed warriors seem to be related to the remote soul island in Tianzhou."
"Lihundao!" Xu Han said in shock when they heard the words, their eyes were full of incredible colors. Are these black-robed warriors all from Lihundao.
Lihundao is the five strongest forces in Tianzhou along with Shiweitian, Jingtian Mansion, Supreme Temple, and Shengguang Temple, and it is the most mysterious of them. I didn’t expect that the black-robed warrior in front of me was actually that sect. man of.
When Hao Kong's words fell, in the thick black mist that the black-robed warrior turned into, there was a vague wave of fluctuations.