Huang Zhaohui's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, he didn't dare to make a move on these soldiers, but he didn't expect these soldiers to do anything to him until they had to.

Therefore, a faint trace of blood gradually accumulated in the young man's eyes, and the pair of demon-like eyes glanced around the stone platform, and then suddenly stopped in one direction.

In his sight, there were four people carrying a wooden box that was the same as before, but among the people who carried the wooden box together, in addition to the three strong men, there was also a young man in black linen clothes.

The young man looked very thin, but his arms were still very firm to carry the heavy box, and the expression on his face was a little wooden, but the weight in his hand did not shake for half a minute, but his age was quite a bit out of the crowd.

Huang Zhaohui's face was gloomy, and he walked in their direction by bypassing the two sergeants beside him, making the two sergeants change their faces slightly.

Huang Zhaohui didn't dare to move them, and they didn't dare to offend this prince of the Hou Mansion at will, this is a noble after all, if it is really a dog jumping off the wall in a hurry, no one will feel good.

Hearing the footsteps gradually approaching from behind, Han Ning couldn't help frowning, as a killer, he naturally felt the malicious eyes.

He is also a little helpless about this bane that came up out of thin air, if it is discovered by some high-level martial artists, it will be fine, but if his identity is exposed today because of this useless fool, it will be a little more than worth the loss.

But even so, with his identity at this time, there was really no good way to face this person, so he had to add an extra point of strength in his hand, which reduced the pressure on the other three a lot, and the pace of the four of them was invisibly three points faster.

The three of them looked at the figure who had already walked over from the corner of their eyes, and they couldn't help but be a little afraid when they thought about the tragic fate of that person just now. At this time, he suddenly felt three points lighter in his hand, and naturally accelerated his pace very obediently.

It's just that no matter how hard Han Ning reinforces it, how can the four of them who are lifting heavy objects be faster than Huang Zhaohui, who has already aimed at them.

After walking less than ten steps, the four of them were finally forced to stop by the luxurious brocade robe in front of them. At this time, Huang Zhaohui looked extremely embarrassed compared to the original, not only his sideburns were a little messy, but even the luxurious brocade robe was torn.

It's just that at this time, he is more difficult than before, and the malice in his eyes is even more substantial.

was blocked in the way, Han Ning also lowered his head with the three men, covering his face with his scattered hair, not showing half of his expression, but there was a faint hint of sharpness in his eyes.

is a teenager, but he looks like a teenager, and he has so much strength, not inferior to his prime, which is really a genius.

It's a pity that he Huang Zhaohui hates those geniuses the most!

A flash of resentment flashed in Huang Zhaohui's eyes, and a sound of breaking wind sounded, and the long black whip cut through the sky again, causing some of the surrounding laborers to subconsciously lower their heads, and try their best to speed up the pace under their feet.

No one dared to look up at the devilish man at this time, and no one wondered which unlucky man he was targeting again. Everyone subconsciously became ostriches and buried their heads deep in the sand pit, not wanting to be noticed by him.

The long whip broke through the air and slapped on Han Ning's back, making him can't help but let out a muffled snort, and there was a hot and sharp pain in his back, even if a high-level martial artist like him was a little unbearable to be hit so suddenly, it was no wonder that the man just now would be directly knocked to the ground with a whip.

A look of entanglement flashed in Han Ning's eyes, if he was a normal laborer, he was suddenly whipped like this, he would definitely not be able to use his strength, and this heavy wooden box would naturally fall to the ground.

Han Ning's most rational choice now is to suddenly accept the force and let the wooden box fall, and he himself will roll aside as if he can't bear it, so that he will naturally not arouse anyone's suspicion.

It's just that he subconsciously glanced at the men on the other three corners of the giant box, and couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Looking at the current appearance of the four of them, it is obvious that they are on the verge of the limit. If he suddenly retracted his strength and the huge box fell, he could have escaped, but the other three people were not necessarily.

Thinking about the man who was crushed on his right leg by the heavy wooden box just now, he couldn't help but fall silent when he caught a glimpse of the bloodstains that had not been completely cleaned up from the corner of his eye.

As the long whip landed on Han Ning's back, the crisp sound made everyone's hearts tremble, and even the soldiers guarding around couldn't help but look away, as if they were a little unbearable.

It's just that soon their eyes couldn't help but turn back, and with a burst of surprise, Huang Zhaohui's face couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Just now his whip fell, this thin-looking young man was not directly crushed by him, his body trembled slightly, but quickly stabilized again.

Although he still lowered his head and said nothing, at this moment, this young man who carried it hard made him a little interested.

"Hmph, I'll see if you can carry it a few times!"

Huang Zhaohui's eyes flashed with a fierce color, the long whip in his hand was raised again, and with the sound of a few crisp skin-bone strikes, not only the scalps of the three men standing next to him were numb, but even the armored soldiers standing next to him couldn't help but be stunned.

This long whip is a magic weapon, even if Huang Zhaohui did not use the yuan force in his body to urge its power, but the force thrown out like this is still not comparable to ordinary sticks.

What kind of background is this young man? Can he carry it?

Han Ning's forehead couldn't help but ooze fine cold sweat, and the hot pain coming from his back made him tremble, obviously the taste of this magic weapon long whip was definitely not so easy to receive.

It's not an option.

Han Ning's face changed slightly, the pain was still second, the wound caused by this magic weapon was deeper than he imagined, although it would not hurt much to his great martial artist's physique, but if a mortal could not support it, it would be a little weird, and if he persisted, he was afraid that it would arouse suspicion.

And the chill on his back made him even more anxious.

The laborers who moved the goods here were all sweaty, so most of them were bare-armed, but Han Ning was wearing a coarse linen cloth, although it was a little eye-catching, but he couldn't do anything.

He was a killer by training, and his body was covered in scars, each of which was deep and deep.

A child, with so many scars on his body, is not unusual even in this monster-ridden and dangerous Zhenhan Continent.

The strong wind brought by the long whip had already drawn holes in his clothes, and if it continued like this, I am afraid that the secrets on his body would not be able to hide them.

And what he didn't know was that on his sackcloth-wrapped back, in addition to countless old scars, there was also a small wing brand, which was faintly fluorescent.