The secret realm of insect nests, Xiwa Valley.

An open tent was laid flat on the ground, and powerful spiritual power fluctuations were connected to each other, densely forming a net, making the entire valley feel like it was immersed in a different kind of quietness.

In each camp, there is a qi of varying strength and weakness rising. The ups and downs of spiritual pressure form a burst of explosive airflow, forming a series of strong winds over the valley, whistling continuously.

Zhao Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a light flashed in his eyes. He touched his somewhat strange cheeks, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

According to the compass, after Zhao Han came here from the White Scorpion Basin, although after some interrogation, Zhao Han practiced the disguise technique after the Nine Changes of Gods and Demons, and refined a marrow-sucking Gu, which sucked the bones of the Black Wind Island Mingwu named Wang Gao, and successfully passed the level.

Wang Gao, a native of Changying Mansion in Luzhou, is an extraordinary peak warrior. He has been a member of Heifeng Island for 17 years and has killed countless lives. He is a leader in Heifeng Thieves War Hall. In fact, he is a member of this mysterious organization. He is powerful and has fought over the level and won it.

This is the identity Zhao Han disguised at this time.

"This force has existed for a long time. According to what Wang Gao knows, it has even exceeded a hundred years. However, although it has been developing secretly over the years, its development speed and scale are extremely rapid. Without a powerful organization behind the scenes, it is impossible to develop a dispersed and loose force to this point today."

Zhao Han sat alone on his bed, glanced at the other warriors who were lying or sitting in the camp, but were silent, and his heart flew. After a moment, a hint of coldness appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"Boom~"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the camp, and then a giant beast seemed to be crushing. The tent where Zhao Han was located suddenly fell down in the painful twisting sound.

Zhao Han narrowed his eyes, and his whole body turned into a afterimage. When the top of the tent fell, he was already standing in the open space dozens of feet away from the tent. Looking at the two figures fighting on the top of the tent, as well as a large circle of Mingwu surrounding him who heard the news, his heart moved and made a secret decision.

"It seems that only one of the other four people who were left in the tent just now escaped?"

After a while, the two fighting martial arts had moved to another place. Zhao Han glanced at the Lingjue and found that the three broken corpses in the damaged camp were speechless. Looking at the surroundings, no one was paying attention. He couldn't help but be even more shocked by the indifference between the members of this mysterious force.

"This organization seems to have implemented the survival of the weak to the extreme. The life and death of low-level Mingwu is not placed in the hearts of those leaders, or in the plans of these leaders, the low-level Mingwu coming is just cannon fodder used to die."

Zhao Han's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the other onlookers looking calm, as if they were commonplace, and his vigilance towards this force organization was immediately increased to a higher level.

But in this way, the situation facing the "Wang Gao" that Zhao Han disguised now is not optimistic. Even though he has experienced fighting and winning over the ranks, he is not outstanding among the martial artists gathered in this valley and is not within the protection of the dominant.

Even if he is not as pitiful as the three extraordinary martial artists who were innocently implicated in the tent, he cannot escape the fate of being treated as cannon fodder.

And this will undoubtedly bring great risks to Zhao Han's lurking plan.

"After all, Wang Gao's strength and identity are too low. If you want to follow the steps, you must find a way to make a comeback."

Thinking of this, Zhao Han pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes crossed the distance, which had been damaged one after another, and finally locked on two figures that burst out with the breath of spiritual clouds.

"Old Dog Su, go to death!"

In the air, a burly body roared in a row, and a faint blue light was lingering on his body. On his forehead, a huge demon crab spread his teeth and claws, and seven streams of water poured out from the void, like a group of galloping horses, rushing towards the opponent on the ground.

At the same time, the martial artist named Su Laogou on the ground was angry and opened his five fingers. His spiritual power was almost rioted. The ground around him suddenly shaking violently. In the dust and ashes, eight stone pillars thick in their arms rose from the ground and formed a cage above the top of his head. The grey stone rushed wildly, and soon filled the gap between the stone pillars and became airtight.

The next moment, seven streams of water surged, hitting the gabion hard, stirring up water splashes in the sky, and even rumbling in it, as if a natural disaster was coming, and it was spectacular.

"This level of strength is much stronger than the Lingyun Life Martial Arts on Blood Shark Island, but to me, it's still a slap."

Zhao Han saw everything in his eyes, and made a brief assessment in his heart, and then he judged the strength of these two people. He then stopped hiding and took a step forward. He suddenly appeared in the field in a blurred figure. There was a rushing water flowing down above his head and a towering and solid gabion under his feet. With the loud rumbling sound, he seemed to be in the mouth of a monster and would be swallowed up the next moment.

It was in this seemingly dangerous situation that Zhao Han looked calm and pointed his toes on a sharp corner at the top of the gabion. He looked up at the burly Lingyun Mingwu who was calling out in the air, and said in a cold voice: "You two destroyed my camp just now?"

"Hmm? Where did you guys come out from? Looking for death!"

The Lingyun Mingwu fights in full swing and just takes advantage. Facing Zhao Han, who suddenly appears but is not powerful, he is extremely angry. He snorted coldly. The three rapids in the void that originally hit the gabion suddenly turned, like a three-headed monster python, moving flexibly in the air, instantly sealing the space where Zhao Han can move, and then clamping it in the middle, completely submerging Zhao Han's figure.

"That man is really looking for death. He actually dared to involve Feng Mao and Su Qian's fight. He was simply crazy." A superb martial martial artist who witnessed the whole process was stunned. He shook his head after a moment, looking incredible.

A familiar Mingwu sighed, glanced at Feng Mao with taboos, and whispered: "Although Feng Mao and Su Xiang are both Lingyun Mingwu in Ningyun Realm, they have their combat power to catch up with Huanzhen Mingwu, especially Feng Mao, it is said that they have killed Huanzhen, and their strength is definitely not easy. With this style of seven dragons spitting water, the man before probably wouldn't be able to survive."

At the same time, the martial artist who had finally escaped his life not far away could not help but spit out: "Idiot, I escaped after my life, but now I am so stupid that I take the initiative to fall into it. It's so stupid!"

Just as the audience was talking, Feng Mao suddenly changed color and his cheeks were covered in flesh twitched a few times. Then he felt severely injured and suddenly fell heavily from the air, smashing a human-shaped hole on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, under the surprised and astonishing eyes of the onlookers, the seven water dragons that had originally poured down suddenly exploded and turned into heavy rain to drench the onlookers who could not be avoided. In the air, a majestic figure stood in the rain, like an ancient water god on patrol, the scene was extremely shocking.

It was the "Wang Gao" who was previously thought to be sure to die by the onlookers!

However, at this time, "Wang Gao" had a strong domineering aura than before, and a domineering aura that looked at the world without anything. Wherever his eyes passed, the surrounding Mingwu subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. He exclaimed in his heart: "This Wang Gao has such a strong momentum!"

"Bastard, you deserve to die!"

The next moment, Feng Mao stood up in a mess from the pit he smashed out, looking at Zhao Han with a look of naked murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and slapped his forehead suddenly. The darker demon crab life rushed out of the skull. The big turtle waved and grabbed his limbs. The clouds around him suddenly gathered together, forming a large fog, which covered his body in his breath.

Seeing this on Wang Gao, who was disguised by Zhao Han, suddenly showed a look of disdain on his face. With the spiritual power in his body, he clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched the clouds rising from below!

With a strange sound of "Peng", a fire suddenly appeared from Zhao Han's elbow with his right hand. The flames suddenly extended to his fist, covering his entire right forearm, and then rushed forward, forming a huge fist of flames, falling towards the flying clouds with rapidly rising heat.

"Paila~Paila"

Suddenly, a burning heat spread in the air that was about to cook people, and even more dazzling was that, just as the flame fist came into contact with the water mist, the flame fist suddenly cracked into hundreds of tiny fireballs, roaring in, and instantly broke into the depths of the water mist.

Immediately afterwards, a series of "puff" sounds sounded, as if a monster was out of the gate inside the water mist. The water mist that was originally extraordinary and blocked everyone's sight trembled repeatedly, and then a heart-wrenching howl came from it. After a moment, the water mist that had originally covered dozens of feet disappeared, and a charcoal-black figure fell from the air weakly, leaving no sound.

"Although Wang Gao's Fire Hundred Ball Fist is just an extraordinary life martial arts skill, it has a powerful effect in my hands that is comparable to the true life martial arts skill. It seems that because of my life, any life martial arts skill of the Fire genus can be added in my hands. It just so happened that Wang Gao's original life martial arts is Fire genus, which can be considered a mistake."

Zhao Han glanced at Feng Mao's charred corpse, and then looked at Su Xiang, who had his eyes set aside and looked ugly.

"It was you and Feng Mao who smashed my camp before?"

"Not bad." Facing Zhao Han's strong questioning, Su Xiang turned pale and said, "What do you want?"

"Give you two choices."

Zhao Han put his hands behind him, looked at Su Xiang and said, "Either kneel down and kowtow to me and be my slave, or just like Feng Mao, become a burnt corpse. Which one do you choose?"

"Damn, do you actually want me to be your slave?" Su Xiang's face turned red and white, white and red, gritted his teeth, his hair was raging, his whole body of spiritual power rose, and the ground around him shaking, making the onlookers unsteadily stand.
Chapter completed!