The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 716
"This is Lei Zhenzi from the Kuhai lineage? No, there is more poisonous mist in it, and the lightness kung fu is so superb, good at hiding energy, who is the master?"

Xiang Yang frowned tightly, barefoot, standing alone in the ruined dungeon square, thinking quietly.

In his early years, he fought against Zhao Dehan from Kuhai's lineage. The opponent had a sharp weapon like a thunderbolt, which was similar to a bomb. Once stimulated by internal force, it would emit a powerful impact, which was quite powerful.

However, the Lei Zhenzi should be composed of some flammable and explosive mixtures. The person who just rescued Yan Bo was different. It seemed that he had added a variety of powerful toxins. Unfortunately, the poison was poisonous, but it was not strong enough.

In other words, the person who made the move just now was even inferior to Wan Yan Bo in terms of martial arts. It was only because of his strange methods that he succeeded and rescued Wan Yan Bo from Xiang Yang.

"It's a pity that after leaving Wanyan Bo, I didn't have the opportunity to pry into the secret of this person's identity and bloodline, and he has a lot of hatred for me, and he has a lot of potential, which is a trouble.

But there is no need to worry about it. Although there will be endless troubles, as long as I am brave and diligent, I will be promoted all the way, and my strength will be guaranteed. Why should I be afraid of threats from others? "

Xiang Yang sighed, and let it go with only a little regret in his heart, more regret than fear.

To this day, Xiang Yang has conquered Yongzhou for many years, and he has already developed a heroic and invincible spirit.

In the past, he was also influenced by words such as cutting weeds and roots, thinking that people should be ruthless, and once confronted with the enemy, they must not leave a way out.

However, with the improvement of martial arts and the development of realm, Xiang Yang also has his own understanding of these.

In his opinion, although that kind of thinking is extremely self-interested, it is also a little narrow. Only those mediocre people who don't want to make progress and indulge in their existing achievements are afraid of raising tigers.

Those who are truly confident in their own strength, or can be said to be absolutely conceited, are only afraid that the pressure is not strong enough, the spur is not strong enough, and they are not afraid of fighting against the world, let alone mere ordinary people?
If one day he was really backlashed by a defeated general in the past, he could only say that he wasted years, resulting in insufficient strength, and he had to blame himself, and he could not blame others.

At this time, all the arresters in the dungeon were rubbing their hands and stomping their feet to expel the cold air. In the dark environment, they raised their ears and listened carefully, but there was no movement on the ground.

The three gold medalists in the lead glanced at each other and gestured to each other. The three of them held their breaths, cautiously climbed up the stone stairs of the dungeon, and finally came out with their heads cautiously.

At the entrance, there is a dilapidated scene, with broken bricks and boards everywhere, layers of dust covering the ground, covering the shining ice crystals, as if it has just experienced a sandstorm.

In addition to being horrified, he felt relieved, because Xiang Yang was thinking with his hands behind his back in front of the destroyed gate. He was alone, and Wan Yan Bo should have been repelled.

"Master Xiang, are you alright?"

The three gold medal catchers are all very old men, and together they are close to two hundred years old. At this time, resisting their timidity, they jumped out from the dungeon exit, and walked slowly behind Xiang Yang with respect and concern.

The older a person is, the more he fears death. The reason why the three of them were transferred to guard the dungeon was because they were tired of the endless tasks and wanted to spend their old age here safely. Who would have expected such a thing to happen?

"Well, it's okay, Wanyan Bo has already escaped, you should send someone to search the woods west of the dungeon, you should find something.

Also, I would like to know more about Wanyan Bo and his background, hope you can help. "

Xiang Yang still does not give up on Wanyan Bo's life experience and the so-called power of blood. Although there is no ready-made researcher for him, it is still possible to find some information.

At this time, in the eyes of this group of people, he can be said to be a god descending from the earth. Without him, let alone guarding the dungeon, he might be wiped out, so he nodded repeatedly, which can be said to be responsive to requests.

"Master Xiang, don't worry, we will find the relevant information as quickly as possible and send it to you."

On the other side, Wanyan Bo was wrapped around his thick waist by a thin steel wire, and was dragged with soft force. He followed the man in black in front of him, and quickly left the dungeon and came to a pool of clear water. side.

The moon in the sky is round and warm yellow, reflected in the water waves, it seems unusually cold.

"Which route are you from? Wanyan Bo thank you for saving me."

When the two landed on the ground, the black-clothed masked man's right index finger shook slightly, and the steel wire swished back from Wanyan Bo's waist, coiled between them to form a ring shape and put it on the end of the index finger.

Wanyan Bo stretched his muscles and bones, crackling, his fingers piercing through the air, the crimson color on his fingertips disappeared without a trace, either because he possessed special martial arts, or he was gifted.

That's not all, his zhenqi also recovered a lot in a short period of time, and with confidence in his heart, he bowed his hands and thanked the masked man in black. Of course, there was also a temptation in his words.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that we have the same purpose.

You're going to save someone from God's Catcher dungeon, and so am I, so we can totally work together. "

The man in black had a hoarse voice and a low pitch. He was facing the water pool and his back was facing Wanyan Bo. He was of medium build and looked ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

He seems to be very relieved of Wanyan Bo, or it can be said that he doesn't take him seriously, but in fact he keeps a safe distance from Wanyan Bo, even if this grassland foreign race avenges his kindness, he can calmly retreat, so as not to be bullied.

"Okay, no matter who you are, you saved me in that situation, Wan Yan Bo will definitely keep this feeling in mind.

In the future, if you need it, I will do my best to help you in return for today's great kindness. "

Naturally, Wanyan Bo also saw the estrangement of the man in black, stepped back slightly, wiped the beard on his cheeks with his big hand, and said solemnly.

Although the man in black is also innate, he feels far inferior to the master catcher in the dungeon.

Dare to take a shot to save him, but also took a big risk, he has to accept this love.

"Haha, well, it really is the blood of the Jinpeng royal family. If you know how to repay your kindness, then we will have a happy cooperation."

The man in black laughed loudly, but what he said made Wanyan Bo's heart shudder, his face froze, and he secretly calculated.

Although Yongzhou is bordered by the prairie, they don't have deep contact with each other. Few people can clearly say the four characters of the Jinpeng royal family. What is his origin?

"By the way, I have another question. I wonder if you recognize the young man who fought against me?"

Suppressing his curiosity, Wanyan Bo finally asked with his fists clenched, his eyes were full of flames, full of fighting spirit.

He was convinced after today's defeat. The opponent hadn't become a soul yet, but he was able to defeat him with full firepower. Apart from hatred, he also had a little more respect.

The grassland has always been a place that respects the strong, and Wanyan Bo is no exception.

"Him? If I'm not mistaken, it should be Xiang Yang who has recently become famous in Shangjun and is chasing Master Liuyin."

The man in black said calmly through the mask, while Wanyan Bo murmured for a long time, his eyes burst out with a strong fighting intent, this time he lost, next time he must win back.

(End of this chapter)