Chapter 512

Seeing this, Zhao Feng couldn't help rushing up and said, "Ren Yingwei, I killed you."

But the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very bony. When Zhao Fenggang rushes to Ren Yingwei, he kicks him and bumps into the wooden table.

In this case, Zhao Feng opened his mouth and spat out blood. Ren Yingwei is worthy of the title of Gu Wu. His former body would be enough to make him lose combat effectiveness.

Even now, after the transformation of the mysterious heat, he can just stand up.

Rao is so, also let Ren Yingwei surprised: "very strong! Even the ancient warrior who has just refined his internal power can't stand my foot. Can you still stand up? "

Zhao Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. There were pieces of internal organs in the middle. He said with a tragic smile: "Ren Yingwei, don't think that the ancient warrior can be superior. Even if I die, you won't feel better."

He is the successor of the rich Zhao family. Even if Ren Yingwei is an ancient warrior, after killing him, Ren Yingwei will pay for his life. Ren Yingwei's influence is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the rich Zhao family.

Even in the world of ancient martial arts, the Zhao family is extremely powerful.

Ren Yingwei didn't take Zhao Feng's words to heart. He was just an ordinary man who was a little weird. Apart from being able to show off his ability in his mouth, what else could he do.

He stepped forward two steps and came to Zhao Feng: "hum! Ordinary people like ants, how much time have you wasted me? If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can give you a good time. Otherwise, you will have a taste of life rather than death. "

Zhao Feng sneered and punched Ren Yingwei in the face. The strength of his fist was not big. Zhao Feng's internal organs were hurt and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Ren Yingwei didn't even feel pain, but a nameless anger rose from his heart.

He was beaten in the face, or he was the most despised ordinary people, how can he stand it.

"To die."

"To die."

"Go to hell."

Ren Yingwei's fist, like raindrops, landed on Zhao Feng. Soon, Zhao Feng could not find a good place.

The whole face is covered with blood. It can be said that when Zhao Feng goes to play ghost movies, he doesn't need to make up at all. He can directly scare and cry the children of his neighbors.

A feeling called death was approaching, and his mind was not clear.

"I'm sorry."

Ren Yingwei a Leng, followed by a sneer: "now know to say sorry, early what to go, the bone is not very hard?"

"I'm sorry, Wei Ying. I did harm to you. I failed to kill Ren Yingwei, which brought you misfortune."

Unconscious words from Zhao Feng's mouth, let Ren Yingwei's face become very ugly.

"I'm really not afraid of death, so I'll send you to hell!"

A heavy blow fell on Zhao Feng's heart. Under normal circumstances, Ren Yingwei's blow can break the stone and kill people.

However, at the moment when he met Zhao Feng, Ren Yingwei couldn't fight any more. It was not that he didn't want to fight, but that there was a force on Zhao Feng that he couldn't understand and blocked his attack.

Bang, with a broken voice, the whole room fell into a dead silence.

From Zhao Feng's body, spread out a blood, instantly full of the whole villa.

The moment he saw these things, Ren Yingwei stepped back two steps and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, which was a force he could not understand at all.

"What is it? Zhao Feng, don't think this will scare me and let you see the skills of ancient martial arts, gravel boxing. "

Ren Yingwei's hand appeared a yellow light, which was full of a sense of massiness. He called Zhao Feng.

But he didn't meet Zhao Feng yet. From one side, he stretched out a hand and held it. The yellowish light on Ren Yingwei's hand disappeared.

"Do you dare to hurt my descendants? Who gave you the guts. "

An old man in coarse cloth clothes appeared in the villa, wearing a bun, looking out of tune with modern times.

"Who are you? I'm an ancient warrior playing tricks here. "

Seeing someone show up, Ren Yingwei's courage suddenly grows up. In the secular world, there are only a few people or things that he can fear, not including the old man.

The old man sighed, shook his head and said, "many years have passed. Even a small warrior dare to be presumptuous in front of me. My time is really over."

Taking advantage of the old man's exclamation, Ren Yingwei's eyes flashed a trace of bitterness, and hit the old man directly in the face.

He believes in his own strength. If he punches on, let alone an old man, even a strong adult will die.

But just less than a centimeter from his fist to the old man, his fist stopped. It's not that Ren Yingwei wants to keep his hand.But around the old man, there seems to be an invisible air wall, blocking his progress.

In this case, he finally knew that he had provoked the wrong person: "who are you? Why do you appear beside him? The clan behind me has half the strength of the master. Today, this incident should not have happened. How about it?"

Ren Yingwei was flustered at last. Seeing the old man's monkey's strange means, he knew that he was the one he couldn't stir up. He immediately softened his tone and moved out of the backer behind him.

How could the old man have heard this and laughed directly: "master banbu Huajin? Where I am, this kind of cultivation is at most a centurion. You dare to threaten me with such a person. "

What the old man said confused Ren Yingwei. Is there a centurion in that sect in the ancient martial arts world?

How does this sound like an official position on the ancient battlefield?

But before he asked, the old man waved his hand and Ren Yingwei's body flew upside down and hit the wall.

"If you take my inheritance, how can you do without killing? Although this little strong warrior of Ming Dynasty is not in fashion, he can only pay attention to it."

....。

Zhao Feng vaguely came to the space of the ancient battlefield, but different things, here seems to have changed, a bloody river flowing slowly in his not far away.

The smell of corpse made Zhao Feng frown slightly. The muddy soil under his feet was red. From the rusty smell, it was not difficult for Zhao Feng to know what it was that turned the ground into such a thing.

"Have you thought about it?"

Familiar voice came, the old man who had just finished cleaning up Ren Yingwei appeared here.

"What do you think, where is this, and why am I here?"

Zhao Feng is a little flustered. What's going on? It's the second time he's been here.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I've dealt with things outside for you. As for here, you can think it's inheritance."

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