The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Huh, old man, don't pretend to be a fool for me. You want the name of the God of Medicine. Others may not know it, but I have heard of it a long time ago. If you want to survive, you must hand over the marrow washing pill." The middle-aged warrior narrowed his eyes and said coldly .

"Grandpa, what do they want the marrow washing pill for? If you have it, give it to them." The girl blinked her eyes and said to the old man beside her with a puzzled expression.

Tang Sheng glared at the girl, and then said in embarrassment: "The marrow washing pill has been lost for many years, and this old man doesn't have it."

"Old man, I think you don't cry when you see the coffin, if you don't honestly hand over the marrow washing pill, hehe..." He said, looking at the girl, and said with an evil smile: "This girl is really beautiful!" Stunning beauty, if you hand her over to my brothers, what do you think will happen?"

"Boss, why are you talking so much nonsense, I can't bear it anymore, kill the old ghost first, and I will definitely find the marrow washing pill from him, this girl, let me try it first " A martial artist with pockmarks on his face couldn't bear it any longer, and with a smirk on his face, he walked towards the girl.

The girl was almost not disgusted by the man's appearance, her pretty face turned pale with fright, and she froze in place for a moment.

Tang Sheng's face darkened, and two cold lights flashed quietly in his dark and deep eyes.

The pockmarked man walked up to the grandpa and grandson, and stretched out his hand to touch the girl's chin, but when he stretched out his hand halfway, he couldn't move forward any more.

"I said you are going too far, so many people bully the old and the young, so it's not a joke to spread it?" Mu Bai's figure stood in front of the girl at some point, spit out Setaria, clasping the pockmarked man's wrist tightly with his left hand, said with a sneer.

"Where did this kid come from?"

The middle-aged warrior was very surprised when he saw Mu Bai, it seemed that Mu Bai's figure appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't sense Mu Bai's breath beforehand.

Behind the middle-aged warrior, the group of mercenaries were also taken aback.

"Damn brat." The pock-marked man cursed angrily, trying to pull out his left hand that was held by Mu Bai, but Mu Bai's hand was like iron tongs, and he couldn't pull it out by himself.