For a hero like Hong Burang, this boundless night and night torture did not make him afraid and cowardly!

This will only make his hatred for Wang Le more memorable, deep in the bone marrow, and never forget, so as to inspire himself to continue to improve and become stronger, only in this way can he be ashamed!

In the face of a powerful enemy who cannot guess its depth, Hong Burang will have the belief that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, while Dou Xiaodou will only be panicked and uneasy, even if he is a genius who far surpasses his peers on the road of martial arts, in the end, he is just a fool.

Nan Huaiyuan, the old fox, saw through the essence of Dou Xiaodou, so that the subsequent conversation was full of perfunctory words, and he had long lost the mind to assist with all his strength.

But Dou Xiaodou was still in the drum, thinking that Nan Huaiyuan, as a protector, would definitely do his best for him.

So in Wang Le's eyes, Dou Xiaodou is a junior brother, not to mention, even if his martial arts cultivation is profound, Wang Dashao will not give up his plan to capture the other party alive!

In the end, it is the lack of an unyielding heart!

And this is the essential difference between a heroic character like Hong Burang and an ordinary person like Dou Xiaodou.

As for Wang Le, this kind of person is no longer a simple hero-like character, because he has something that his peers do not have, that is, he walked out of the sea of corpses and blood, and had countless struggles on the edge of life and death to finally survive.

And he also has a big heart that is invincible, and this is only possessed by those who stand at the pinnacle of martial arts after countless tempering, but Wang Le is far from reaching this level but has it in advance.

If you want to use a domineering leakage sentence, this is that people are born destined to be unequal, and he Wang Le was born like this, there is no way!

Getting back to the point, Hong Burang, who was standing on the hill, turned around to look at the ruins of the sect in the night behind him, he could imagine that the prosperity of this place hundreds of years ago was now a ruined wall.

Hong Bulet remembered that when he was a child, an ancestor in the clan once quoted a song in Kong Shangren's "Peach Blossom Fan" that described the world of the country in the late years of the Southern Ming Dynasty: Seeing him rise up Zhu Lou, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse!

In the end, it is just the vicissitudes of life.

After a long time, Hong Burang woke up from his contemplation, his eyes flashed with determination, and he slowly said in a deep voice: "I, Hong Burang, swear that I will lead the exiled clansmen back to this ancestral land in my lifetime, raise tall buildings, feast guests, dominate the martial arts world, and reshape the glory of my clan!"

"Hahahaha-"

"Ignorant people have such a big breath, stay here today!"

Suddenly, the sky above the ruins of the mountains reverberated with unbridled laughter and mockery, and it lasted for a long time!

At this time, at the end of the sky, there is a trace of red glow infection, and the sky is faintly bright!

"Who?" Hong was not surprised, and his vigilance was instantly raised to the highest, and at the same time, he glanced around the surroundings, and his muscles tensed to the extreme, ready to fight at any time!

"I didn't expect that after so many years, there are really remnants of exile who are unwilling to sneak back to the ancestral land, hehe, there is a road in heaven that does not deviate, and there is no door to hell to break through, it is really tired and crooked!"

Before the words that echoed in the air landed, a tall and strong middle-aged man in a white robe, about forty years old, with a long face and a hooked nose, and eyes shining with cold light, suddenly appeared five meters away from Hong Burang.

"How did you find me?" asked Hong Bulet his eyes flicker, contemplating a way out.

Seeing that the man was smiling, he said sarcastically: "The Martial Arts Alliance will send people to be stationed near here all year round, and it has just been my turn to be on duty since these days, and after seeing you go in half a month ago, I have been waiting for the rabbit, and the emperor has lived up to his wishes, and now it has finally arrived, so you are very unlucky!"

After a pause, a trace of expectation and greed flashed in the white-robed man's eyes, and he said, "But this is my luck again, hahaha." ”

Without waiting for Hong Bu to speak, the white-robed man took a step forward, exuding a powerful momentum, glanced at the place where Hong Bu Rang hid the fruit in his arms, and then said in a deep voice: "You exile remnant, or obediently hand over the treasure taken from the ancestral land on your body!"

Seeing that Hong Burang snorted coldly, took a step back, and replied with a sneer: "What if you don't hand it over?"

The white-robed man's face sank, his eyes full of murderous intent stared at Hong Burang, and he said coldly: "Force me to do it, once you are captured, it will not only be as simple as losing your life, but you will definitely not be able to survive and die when the time comes!"

Speaking of this, the white-robed man showed impatience, greed became stronger and stronger, and said: "As long as you obediently hand over the treasure in your arms, I can be the master and let you live, if you don't obey, you will bear the consequences, don't blame me for not reminding!"

At this time, Hong Burang, the heaviness in his heart became stronger and stronger, because he judged from the momentum emanating from the white-robed man that the other party's cultivation realm was at least the martial arts level, even if he was not injured and was at the peak, he was far from his opponent.

"This thief is too ruthless, he really wants to cut off my hope for the recovery of the Hong family!" Hong Burang showed a sad look on his face, sighed, and muttered.

The white-robed man said disdainfully: "The general trend has passed for hundreds of years, you exiled remnants want to return to the martial arts realm is really wishful thinking, it is better to hand over the treasure obediently! I would like to let you live, otherwise it will not be so easy for you to leave after dawn." ”

Hong Burang was stunned for a moment, looked at the white-robed man, and said in a desperate tone: "It turns out that you have long known our route to enter the martial arts realm. ”

The white-robed man said disapprerovingly: "Of course, the reason why the alliance did not cut off this route is because I have long guessed that some of you will definitely sneak back to the ancestral land to get the treasures that you couldn't take away at the beginning, and those of us on duty are coming back for you." ”

Speaking of this, the white-robed man had to show admiration and said: "It is said that the ancestors of you exiles were able to dominate the martial arts world for a while, and they did have some real skills, forcing those big people in the upper echelons of the alliance to know that there was a treasure in this ancestral land, but they couldn't take it out after exhausting their means, so they could only send people to take turns to garrison this ruins." ”

Hong Burang showed a look of pride and said, "The methods of our clan ancestor to cry ghosts and gods are something you people can speculate, hum!"

I saw the white-robed man roll his eyes, and said in a mocking tone: "So what? In the end, he was still beaten down from the dust and banished from the martial arts world, and died in the red dust of the world. ”

As soon as the words fell, Hong Burang replied with a sneer: "The magic power of our clan's ancestors is boundless, and they will definitely lead our clan to kill them one day!"