Ma Furong and the scar-faced man's bet, Zhen Hao still didn't take it back in the end.

On the one hand, because the two of them swore to death, they responded to Zhen Hao's urging with silence, and never opened their mouths to pop out a word.

on the other hand, it is because of Zhen Hao's own reasons.

Zhen Hao thought about it carefully, and watched these two people eat all the three catties and six catties of bets, not only the people who eat are uncomfortable, but the people who watch are also uncomfortable, and it is estimated that they can vomit out the overnight meal.

As for these two people wanting to push off the bet, what they said to change the day or something, Zhen Hao said that this was more traumatic than watching them eat the bet and causing him more psychological trauma, and righteously rejected their heartless proposal.

Based on the above reasons, this relatively heavy bet was not implemented in the end, and Ma Furong and Scarface successfully escaped...... At least for the time being.

Later, for Zhen Hao's generous statement that this bet was just a joke, Ma Furong and the scar-faced man were grateful, nodded at Zhen Hao, and the hatred generated by Zhen Hao's broken mouth disappeared with the wind.

"You are a good person, I have never seen such a kind-hearted person as you in this world. ”

"That's right, you're such a nice guy!"

Anyway, Zhen Hao let them go after all, and it was indeed a little shameless to turn his face on the spot.

Ma Furong and the scar-faced man glanced at each other, and Wang Ba's tacit understanding of mung bean ——— eyes made them decide to say some good things to Zhen Hao first to stabilize Zhen Hao for the time being.

As for the after...... Needless to say, after grabbing the elixir, one is counted as one, and all of them will be destroyed, because only the dead will keep secrets.

"How good?"

Zhen Hao had a serious face, his eyes looked directly at Ma Surong and the scar-faced man, and his eyes were like the head teacher asking questions to students in class.

The gratitude on his face stiffened instantly, Ma Furong and the scar-faced man looked at Zhen Hao blankly, they really didn't expect Zhen Hao to be cheeky and ask a rhetorical question, his brain was stunned, and he was speechless for a while.

Fake, all fake!

Zhen Hao shook his head, looked at Ma Furong and the scarface man who obviously lied to him, and sighed in his heart, a little sad.

Originally, he thought that someone had finally seen through his essence, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was still a dream.

Waving weakly at the two of them, Zhen Hao turned around and sat back at the table, with mixed feelings...... He is really a good person, but it's a pity that the people in this world misunderstand him too deeply.

Ma Furong and the scar-faced man glanced at each other, a trace of hesitation and struggle flashed in their eyes, and finally suppressed the urge in their hearts to kill Zhen Hao on the spot, and turned around and walked towards the battlefield facing the thin man.

On the battlefield, the thin man wanted to cry without tears in his heart, he had run away well, and he was still glad that he could pick up a small life under the hands of the immortals, and in a blink of an eye, he met the army that the imperial court came to search for the elixir.

The head of the general's horse hung on the head of the soldier who had the same idea as himself that day, and decided to pick up an elixir by himself at a glance...... The head.

The moment he saw this head, the thin man knew that even if he handed over this elixir, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape death.

Those dirty things in the army, he had seen countless things when he was a soldier before.

Without hesitation, the thin man turned around and ran, holding the fairy sword that looked like it might collapse at any time, but it had always been strong.

The fairy sword kills people like chopping melons and vegetables, and the frightened soldiers dare not step forward, so the general can only lead the soldiers to fall far behind this thin man, and when he is exhausted, he will be killed and killed.

The thin man also understood the general's thoughts, and fled with eagerness in his heart, wanting to get rid of the pursuers.

But how can a two-legged person outrun a four-legged tall horse.

After the thin man got rid of it several times, seeing that there was no result, he finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, turned around and ran to the gate of Jinshan Temple, where there were immortals competing for the elixir.

If you don't go, you'll die, and if you go, you'll die...... A person of sound mind knows how to choose.

So the thin man came, holding a sword in one hand and waving his bag in the other.

"Immortals, immortals, don't kill me, I'm my own person, I'm here to send you pills!"

I don't know if it was the title of the immortal that touched a string in the hearts of these monks and satisfied their desires, or if the thin man's initiative to come to send Dan made these monks very satisfied, and for a while, no one really made a move on him.

Approaching the immortals, the thin man didn't dare to approach them, gritted his teeth, a trace of pain flashed on his face, and he waved his hand and threw the bag in his hand towards the immortals, but he turned a corner under his feet and ran to the side.

The monks no longer paid attention to him, their eyes looked directly at the package with a beautiful parabola drawn in the air, and the atmosphere in the hall gradually began to become tense, and they were careful to watch out for each other, and the positions that had just been mixed together were now divided into eleven small groups again.

What is a little different from the previous is that the old aunt Ma Furong stood directly beside the scar-faced man of the Yin Killing Sect in public, and the defection was not disguised at all, and his senior sisters were angry up and down, and they were shocked.

"Smack~!"

The bag fell to the ground, splashing faintly in the blood water, but none of the monks dared to come forward to pick it up, for fear of becoming the object of siege by everyone.

Soon, however, a series of whistling sounds interrupted the silence in the room.

As a general, the leading soldier is not a half-man like a thin man, he knows the difference between a monk and an immortal, an immortal is a true immortal, and a mortal monk is just a powerful mortal.

And...... According to the information they got, those sect bosses are checking and balancing each other, and only send a group of disciples to snatch the elixir, although these disciples are powerful, they can't fly!

In the face of these "immortals" who could not fly, the leading general grinned and waved his hand to stop the advance of the army behind him.

The order is forbidden, and it is a group of well-trained regular troops.

"Array, bow and get ready to shoot!"

The order was passed out, and the soldiers shifted positions and formed an array that looked like tigers, each with their qi hooked up with each other.

Then the three hundred strong bows were drawn in unison, a faint white light flickered in his hand, and the arrows shimmered with a faint green light in the moonlight.

This battle array can actually allow a group of ordinary people who have not cultivated to have an attack with a little energy, and this arrow is obviously still highly poisonous.

Wu Chang waited for a moment, and after seeing that everyone was ready, he raised his right hand and waved it violently, and more than 300 poisoned arrows rushed straight towards the monks with a whistling sound.

The silence between the monks at the scene of the seizure of Dan was interrupted by a whistling sound, and the monks looked back and saw a dense array of arrows in the air shooting towards them, and the faint green arrows were faintly connected in the moonlight.

In a trance, the monks seemed to be able to see a green tiger head condensed in the sky, and let out a silent roar with a fishy smell at them.

The momentum is not weak, and seeing the appearance of the monks changing, the power should not be underestimated.

But...... Should I say it or not, this tiger's love life is a bit heavy when I think about it.

"This is the Imperial Court's "Phantom Tiger Army"!"

The monk shouted in shock, his sword-wielding right hand trembling and frightened, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out his legs and run out, but was stopped by his companion.

"It's too late to run away now! Let's quickly join forces and block this wave of attacks first!"

In the panic, I don't know who shouted, all the monks moved quickly when they heard this, and gathered together again, and colorful mana gushed out, forming a semi-circular flowery green cover above everyone's heads.

Immediately after that, the hood had just taken shape, and the tiger phantom with a mouth full of fishy stench, directly collided with the cover formed by the joint efforts of all the monks.

"Bang bang bang~!"

A continuous impact sounded, and the hastily erected mana shield trembled wildly in an instant, looking precarious!

The monks' chests were stuffy, and their mana continued to stir under the impact, and their faces turned red, and their hands trembled faintly.

The power is not small, but the rain of arrows is only one wave after all, although they are very reluctant to resist, but after passing the strongest offensive, they still block it after all.

The monks breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on their faces called the aftermath of the catastrophe.

"Woo Woo Woo ~!"

Before the smiles on the faces of the monks could fully bloom, the familiar whistling sound sounded again, and shock resurfaced on their faces.

"Didn't they say they only launched one such attack?!

The crying panic shouted a shadow in everyone's hearts, a shadow of death.

This time, without waiting for someone to organize, everyone spontaneously got together, and the residual mana in the body gushed out, and the colorful mana shield appeared again.

It's just that...... This time, the mana shield formed by the combined efforts of everyone can be seen with the naked eye alone, compared to the previous one, it is not a little thinner.

"They're in danger this time. ”

A slightly wheezing male voice sounded suddenly, Zhen Hao and the others looked back, only to see a thin man coming out from behind the chaos stall, sweating profusely, sitting at a table, without a teacup, holding the teapot and pouring it into his mouth.

"Ha~!Cool~!"

After pouring down a whole pot of tea, the thin man put down the teapot in his hand and howled comfortably.

Then he continued to say to Zhen Hao and his party: "This 'Phantom Tiger Army' can indeed only send out this kind of attack once in its normal state, but today they are bound to obtain this elixir, and they specially brought an elixir that can restore their physical strength, just to deal with the current situation. ”

As he spoke, the thin man looked up at the mana shield that was constantly twisting under the arrows in the field, and shook his head with a little pity: "I'm afraid these immortals are going to suffer heavy losses." ”

The words fell, as if to verify the thin man's guess, and the constantly twisting mana shield exploded, revealing the monk whose face had changed drastically.

However, there is also a difference between a drastic change in the face and a drastic change in the complexion.

Some monks' faces changed drastically, but their eyes flashed with resistance and unyielding, and then the mana that remained in their bodies gushed out, and they could barely form a mana shield that could protect their bodies.

Other monks' faces changed drastically, but their eyes flashed with despair.

When they formed that colorful mana shield just now, they really went all out, and they didn't hide it at all.

Now the stock in their bodies ...... There is no inventory, there is not a drop left, and he can only rely on his body to wield swords and clubs to fight for a way to survive.

But the old cowards who have mana left will still be killed by several arrows in one salvo, not to mention these honest people who don't have a drop left.

In just an instant, the honest man with no mana was directly shot into a hornet's nest, and several arrows pierced his body one after another, his heart was cold, his consciousness was blurred, and he fell to the ground fiercely, splashing blood.

Because of the cultivation of the exercises, even if their bodies were penetrated, they did not die immediately after they landed, but still took a breath and stared at their companions with wide eyes, hoping that they could save their lives.

It's a pity that the rescue didn't wait, but waited for a poison to die.

But there is one exception, and that is the simple brother of the scar-faced man of the Yin Killing Sect.

Han Han is naturally the group of honest people who output with all their strength and have no drop left.

But this man deserves the name of Hanhan, and other honest people still have the idea of seeking a glimmer of life for themselves in despair, but this Hanhan opens his arms, tilts his head forty-five degrees, and then closes his eyes tightly, and meets the arrow that is enough to shoot him.

Seeing this, the scar-faced man showed joy on his face, and hurriedly pulled Ma Furong, who wanted to resist the arrows, to squat behind Hanhan.

The whistling stopped, and the green tiger head in the sky dispersed.

Below, Han Han is safe and sound, and behind him is a human figure shot by an arrow!

Among the human figures, there is a stunned Ma Furong, and a scar-faced man with a clear face.

The Chosen One is really terrifying!

"Those "Phantom Tiger Army" are coming to an end, and the two salvos have not killed all these immortals, and they have only one way to die after being close to them. ”

The thin man said it again, and when he came up, he labeled the "Phantom Tiger Army" as mortal.

But Zhen Hao ignored him, but stared at the few arrows inserted in the night-scented barrel.

After waiting for a moment to see that the barrel showed no signs of breaking, exploding, or leaking, he relieved himself and turned his head to look at the thin man.

Zhen Hao raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't your attention be on that chosen one now?" aren't you surprised at all?"

"The chosen one is just a man of luck. ”

The thin man shook his head indifferently, his face full of disdain: "I have been in the army for many years, and tens of thousands of people have participated in wars. ”

There is a saying on the battlefield that has been passed down to this day, "Luck is such a thing, there is only one point in total, whoever runs out first will go first, only hard power is the true truth." ”

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"What? You don't believe me?"

Zhen Hao and his entourage shook their heads honestly, this is a mythical world, there are all the ways of heaven, and it is not surprising that there are a few chosen ones.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll tell you something I've personally experienced. The thin man's eyes gradually became blank, and his thoughts drifted into memories.

"I once had a good friend, he was a chosen one in his own right, he didn't even look at the charge, he rushed forward with all his might, but every time he couldn't die, and even came out unharmed, killing dozens of enemies. ”

"The general was very optimistic about him, and gave him the position of commander of the stormtroopering army, so that he rushed to the forefront of the battle every time. ”

"This friend of mine does not shirk it, relying on his good luck, acting recklessly, killing seven in and seven out of the enemy army, even mighty, and is wildly sought after by the soldiers, and even the commander laughs and calls him the chosen general. ”

Watching him gradually indulge in the title of "The Choice", as his good friend, I decided to talk to him again. So, after another great victory, I approached him. ”

At that time, I said to him, "Niu Gen, you still have to be careful on the battlefield, luck is something that can't be seen or touched, maybe it will be gone at some point, luck is gone, and you may choke to death if you drink cold water." ”

Furious, he mistakenly thought I was cursing him, scoffed at my explanation, and immediately waved his sleeves away, saying that he would break off his brotherhood with me. ”

Zhen Hao: Are you really sure you're not cursing him?

"I was so sad that I wasn't even in the mood to participate in the celebration banquet, so I went back to the military tent early to rest. ”

"But ......"

The thin man wanted to speak and stopped, and sadness appeared on his face: "But early the next morning, I received the news that Niu Gen got up thirsty in the middle of the night to drink water after getting drunk last night, but he didn't come up in one breath, and was directly choked to death by a mouthful of water!"

You also say it's not your curse!

Zhen Hao and his party roared inwardly, and their eyes gradually became weird when they looked at the thin man, and the red-clothed nun even pulled the white-haired little boss to move outward, away from this person.

For the estrangement of these two people, the thin man didn't know if he didn't notice it or didn't care, his eyes stared directly at the scene of the seizure of Dan, and the chosen one who rushed back and forth in the "Phantsome Tiger Army" to kill Hanhan.

Youyou said: "Just like this person, don't look at his luck now, maybe the next moment he will suddenly fall and die on the ground." ”

"How could it be. The red-clothed female cultivator was full of disbelief: "He is an elite disciple of the Yin Killing Sect in the innate realm, although his brain is not good, but where is his strength, let alone falling to the ground, even if he hits his head on the knife, he may not be ......."

"Brother~!"

Before the red-clothed nun could finish speaking, a heart-rending wail came from the scene of the seizure of Dan.

The red-clothed nun turned around stiffly, only to see that Han Han, who was still extremely brave just now, really fell to the ground at this time, there was nothing wrong with the ground, but he fell red and white.

The head is deflated, and if you don't need to check it, you will definitely die.

"You see I'm right, he's obviously running out of luck, otherwise he wouldn't have died so miserably. ”

The thin man pointed to Han Han on the ground, without a hint of surprise on his face, as if everything was in accordance with common sense.