Ye Hong exhaled a breath and looked excitedly at his right arm, which had been enlarged several times.
Just now, the analysis of Huangquan's tactics in his mind finally made progress.
Combined with his usual research on Kuang Yu's body and the fact that he was an ancient warrior himself, he immediately gained an understanding of the principles of using combat techniques.
Originally I just had the idea of trying it out, but I didn't expect to actually restore Fifth Qingtong's Underworld Combat Technique: Gate of Hell.
This was the first time that Ye Hong was born out of ancient martial arts and used abilities other than ancient martial arts. A sense of infinite accomplishment suddenly arose in his heart.
But this thing, which was not too difficult in Ye Hong's opinion, frightened the fifth Qingtong who fell into the pit.
Like Daoyi, warfare is also an ability that requires talent and understanding.
But no matter how evil a genius is, it is impossible for him to learn the underworld fighting method immediately after seeing it for the first time.
This can no longer be described as a monster, he is simply a god of war in human skin!
"I understand, it was the traitor Wu Qinglan who leaked the information to you, right?"
Under the deep pit, Fifth Qingtong was still chattering.
A large amount of sand slid into the deep pit, seeming to bury her alive.
Ye Hong didn't respond, just walked towards the pit expressionlessly.
"Ta-ta-ta-"
The steady footsteps, combined with the terrifying right arm, were like a god of death preparing to harvest lives.
There was a sudden silence under the pit, and it was clear that Fifth Qingtong also understood that his questions could not be answered.
But another question from her soon came again: "Ye Hong, why did you stop me from killing them
Aren't they your enemies too? "
Ye Hong's eyes sank slightly and he said calmly: "I won't let you do what your fifth family wants to do.
Not happy? Bite me. "
There was another silence under the pit. I wonder if Fifth Qingtong was so angry that he couldn't speak.
But Ye Hong frowned and suddenly quickened his pace.
When he stood on the edge of the pit and looked down, his face suddenly became ugly.
Where is the figure of Fifth Qingtong under the deep pit
The entrance to a dug passage emerged from the side of the pit.
It was obvious that Qingtong had used some means to leave her voice here, creating the illusion that she was still here.
And she herself had already fled far away.
"not good!"
Ye Hong suddenly thought of something and stared at the Sea Eagles and horses on the beach.
But I saw them stuffing some kind of pills into their mouths.
Immediately, a member of the Sea Eagle shuddered and fell straight on the beach.
Silent and silent.
Ye Ren's people immediately surrounded them to check on those people.
But Ye Hong shook his head irritably.
He had already seen that those people must have taken some kind of poison that was instantly fatal.
Die directly on the spot without any cooling.
This method of committing suicide is as clean and tidy as the ones from Nightmare Factory.
Ye Hong no longer cared about that, since Ye Ren was there to help clean it up anyway, but looked at the silver-pen artist beneath him.
At this time, the silver-pen painter's eyes were tightly closed and his whole body was cold.
A cold aura enveloped his body.
Ye Hong frowned slightly and put his hand on the silver pen artist's wrist.
"It's useless. The fifth Qingtong thorn has passed on the teacher's heart. Even if the gods come, they can't save the teacher."
Fifth Qinglan's eyes were empty, and he sat slumped on the beach like a corpse.
The moment Wu Qingtong pulled out the knife, Wu Qinglan's heart seemed to have been pierced into pieces.
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(End of chapter)