The man was bare-chested with his chest and his body was covered with black hair, like a black bear standing up rushing towards Ji Hao. The m Lewen mobile network was still more than ten feet away from Ji Hao. The spear in the man's hand had already made a dull sound, and a trace of black mist was wrapped around the spear. From the handle of the gun to the tip of the gun, thousands of black runes lit up one after another, and a viscous breath that made people feel cold all over spread faintly.

"Boy, take a shot from the uncle!" The big man was so angry that he was confused because he was drunk, and the other was that Ji Hao ruined his good deeds and wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble. Anyway, the soldiers of their Mo Yuan tribe did not take Ji Hao seriously along the way. At this moment, the big man didn't even have any fear.

With a strange roar, the spear lit a cold light and stabbed Ji Hao's heart.

Ji Hao smiled grimly, looked at the nearly a thousand illuminated witch cave spots on the exposed body of the man. He waved his left hand and grabbed the spear directly.

The soldiers of the Mo Yuan tribe around exclaimed at the same time. Ji Hao grabbed the spear with his left hand, and the man tried his best to assassinate forward. The spear was twisted and shaken, but Ji Hao's hand did not move at all.

"With this little strength, you dare to learn from others to bully men and women?" Ji Hao looked at the big man with a look of horror and suddenly roared: "You scumbags don't even have the qualifications to bully men and women!"

With a punch with his right hand, a loud bang, the man spitting blood and flew backwards. His strong muscled chest was almost shattered by Ji Hao's punch. Through the cracked muscles and ribs, he could clearly see his rapidly beating heart.

The severe pain came, and the man fell to the ground with a severely injured chest and blew blood. The blood of the great witch rushed rapidly. The man's wound was squirming rapidly, but the wound did not heal for a moment - a trace of golden red flame visible to the naked eye attached to the wound. It rudely prevented the man's wound from healing, and continued to burn the flesh and blood near the wound, causing the man a hundred times of pain.

A ball of sticky golden red flame spurted out from the left hand, and the alloy-cast spear made a deep cry, and black runes exploded and disintegrated in the fire. A good witchcraft was burned into a pool of juice by Ji Hao's golden crow divine flame in one breath.

The red metal juice dripped onto the ground. The soldiers of the Mo Yuanbu around him were so scared that they took a few steps back at the same time. The brain, which was burning with alcohol, finally calmed down a little.

The fire burned, and the man injured by Ji Hao struggled and wailed in pain on the ground.

Ji Hao glanced at the guy coldly and shouted coldly: "Lying down well, this punch can make you honest for more than half a month, right?"

Fire gushed in the golden red eyes. Ji Hao glanced at the human warriors gathered around him and suddenly shouted loudly: "Don't you get out yet? Why are you staying here? What should you do? Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here! What should you sleep, what should you keep your guard, what should you patrol, are you staying here and waiting to die?"

The wings of the flowing light opened behind him. Ji Hao rushed to a group of warriors of the Mo Yuan tribe, and slapped him in the face.

The 'papa' sound was endless. More than a dozen soldiers from the Mo Yuan tribe were beaten to their noses and bleeding, spitting blood in big mouthfuls, constantly spitting out their knocked teeth. Some people even stood up unsteadily when they were drunk, and were slapped by Ji Hao and fell to the ground. Ji Hao simply jumped up and kicked them hard in the head.

Like the Southern Wilderness, in any tribe, the one with a big fist is the old man, and the one with a big fist can enjoy a high position and be domineering.

Ji Hao's fist was big enough that he easily defeated the strongest leader among the group of the warriors of the Mo Ape. All the warriors of the Mo Ape ran away with their heads and stayed away from Ji Hao at the fastest speed. They were extremely obedient and performed their duties, and they would no longer dare to leave their posts or have some pleasing joy.

Ji Hao walked to the seriously injured middle-aged servant, reached out to pick up his two cut arms, and pressed them hard on the wound of his broken arm.

The middle-aged servant soldier is really powerful. After the witch medicine weakened his whole body's function, Ji Hao reconnected his arm. In just a few more than a dozen breaths, his arm was already intact. Except for a little ineffective operation, everything else has returned to normal.

"Look at your daughter!" Ji Hao looked at the middle-aged servant with a numb expression and said lightly: "I'm actually thinking that you'd better die on the battlefield, and your daughter shouldn't actually be born...or, you can be a little ugly!"

The wound on the middle-aged servant's throat gradually healed. He took a few breaths of difficulty, looked up at Ji Hao and said in a low voice: "What can we decide? Dear lord... We are just vassals of the Yu clan. We fight for them for generations. We are their private wealth... What can we decide?"

A strange faint light flashed in his eyes. Ji Hao looked at the middle-aged servant soldier and said cruelly: "You can choose to end all this. For example, you can kill all your babies, so that the tragic fate of your tribe will be completely over."

The middle-aged servant looked at Ji Hao in horror. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

"A complete ending is a good thing for you, and for my tribe members, it is also a good thing for my tribe members." Ji Hao stood up and said coldly: "I don't pity you. Think about it, with such strong strength, how many tribe members have you killed?"

Pointing at the alien girl curled up on the ground and cried, Ji Hao said coldly: "Your daughter? I just can't stand such dirty things. They want to get to your daughter without paying money. I can't stand this kind of thing. But if they give enough money to buy your daughter according to the market price, then I don't mind enjoying a big show."

Ji Hao's words were like the cold wind in the cold winter twelfth month blew through the bodies of all the servant soldiers who heard him. The servant soldiers who stood in the bonfire and stared at Ji Hao's, shivered and shivered.

They suddenly realized that Ji Hao was not the savior they imagined, Ji Hao was just an extremely rational, extremely cold, and perhaps even more terrifying creature than their former master of the Yu clan.

After picking up the big axe that had just been used to smash people, Ji Hao circled around the neighborhood, sneered and fled into the darkness.

After walking in the dark for a while, a thin figure suddenly emerged from the slant. He bowed to Ji Hao silently, and then carefully placed a bag of animal skin at Ji Hao's feet.

Ji Hao looked at the man in surprise. When he just got rid of the warriors from the Mo Yuan tribe, he noticed the thin figure peeping beside him.

Picking up the animal skin bag on the ground, Ji Hao shook the dragon tendons at the mouth of the bag. This was actually a storage witch.

The divine thought penetrated into the animal skin bag, and there were a small pile of witch crystals, a small pile of various gems and pearls, a small pile of gold, and a box of about 30,000 to 50,000 jade coins. (To be continued.)
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