As time passed, Zhao Yi began to become anxious.

Although this skull can't do anything with Zhao Yi at this time, as a magic weapon, it has no discouragement or disappointment, and will only never tire of launching attacks on Zhao Yi under the control of the black-robed Burmese, and Zhao Yi, who only has a first-level cultivation of Qi refining, his true qi is not unlimited. This black-robed Burmese man obviously had the idea of consuming him alive.

But in the face of such a rogue trick, Zhao Yi had no way at all, which couldn't help but make him a little upset, and the originally airtight defense suddenly revealed a gap.

When Zhao Yi came back to his senses and found that he had revealed a flaw, he saw that the skull had penetrated his defense and approached him, opening his mouth wide and biting his neck again.

Zhao Yi had no time to make the rest of the movements at this time, so he could only raise his right hand to block in front of the skull, he would rather fight his right hand and be scrapped than be bitten by the skull on his neck.

The next moment, just when Zhao Yi didn't notice it, the Qianyuan Spirit Bead on his right wrist, which seemed to have been sleeping, suddenly flashed a faint gray light on the surface.

Then, at the moment when Zhao Yi's right hand and the skull struck, the two jet-black ghost fires in the skull's eyes were instantly sucked away by the Qianyuan Spirit Bead, and then shrunk into their original appearance and fell to the ground with a "bang", and at the same time, a terrible scream came from the direction of the black-robed Burmese in the distance.

After carefully looking at the skull on the ground a few times, Zhao Yi touched his nose with some surprise, it seemed that this magic weapon suddenly failed just now, and then he turned the tables so inexplicably?

Picking up the skull on the ground, Zhao Yi walked in the direction of the black-robed Burmese. When he got there, he saw that the black-robed Burmese had fallen to the ground, the flesh and blood on his face were as dry as a corpse, and he had already died of bleeding.

Zhao Yi looked at the miserable situation of the black-robed Burmese people, and he was also a little sad in his heart.

Judging from the situation where the black-robed Burmese people used blood to launch the skull just now, this skull is obviously his natal weapon, and once the natal weapon gets out of control and eats the master, the end will be so terrifying.

Taking this skull into his arms, Zhao Yi was still a little curious at this time. With the strength of this black-robed Burmese, this skull was not something he could refine at all, and he didn't know where he got this powerful magic weapon.

Just as Zhao Yi was thinking, a slight sound suddenly came from the bushes not far behind him.

Zhao Yi immediately turned around and saw Liu Ping coming out of the bushes with a few people.

Seeing Zhao Yi, Liu Ping's face showed a burst of joy, but before he could speak, a middle-aged man in his forties behind him saw the body of the black-robed Burmese on the ground, his face changed wildly, and he rushed to the black-robed Burmese man in three steps and two steps to take a closer look.

After carefully observing for a while, the middle-aged man seemed to have finally determined the identity of the black-robed Burmese, he let out a long breath, turned his head and said to Zhao Yi with an extremely respectful attitude: "You are Master Zhao, right?" Thank you for getting rid of the great evil of Sanda Wangcha for my He family. ”

"You don't have to be polite, if you encounter compatriots in trouble on the road, you should draw your sword to help." Zhao Yi stared deeply at the middle-aged man, and then continued: "Since you have reported to your home, then you should be the returned overseas Chinese Mr. He that Liu Ping and the others protected." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, and replied a little lonely: "Yes, I am He Hong." But I don't hide it from Master Zhao, returning overseas Chinese is just a nice saying. Actually, I was completely forced to leave my home and relatives by this Sandawang cha. ”

As if he wanted to spit out the resentment in his heart, He Hong continued: "This Sanda Wangcha is the leader of a princely state adjacent to my He family, and he has learned the art of poisonous insects from Yiren since he was a child, plus he has more than 100 clansmen, so he seems to be a tyrant in Hpakant City, Burma. Half a month ago, he and I had a conflict over a trivial matter, and even directly asked me to kneel down to him and admit my mistake and sell myself to become his mine slave, otherwise I would start an all-out war against my He family.

Although my Ho family has been rooted in Myanmar for nearly 200 years, it is still not as powerful as the powerful Sanda Wangcha family, so in order to avoid harming my family, I can only arrange for my people to move to the Chinese gathering area in Hpakant for self-protection, and at the same time leave Myanmar alone and enter China, hoping to divert the attention of Sangda Wangcha from my family.

Later, when Sangdawangcha learned that I had left Burma, he personally led his men to hunt me down. Fortunately, the wicked have their own harvest, and God sent a figure like Master Zhao, who not only saved me from danger, but also solved the culprit for my He family. Please accept my worship Master Zhao. ”

After speaking, He Hong really wanted to bow down to Zhao Yi's five bodies.

Before he could finish his movements, Zhao Yi stretched out his hand and helped him weakly, and He Hong felt that he couldn't use his strength no matter how he moved, and he couldn't kneel down at all.

This suddenly shocked He Hong's heart, this was the first time he had encountered this kind of kung fu with power in the air, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart that it was really a person who could not be seen, this Master Zhao looked very young, but his strength had reached a realm unimaginable to ordinary people.

If it weren't for He Hong's explanation, Zhao Yi really didn't know that things still had such twists and turns, and this Sanda Wangcha was really innocent. However, for He Hong's praise, he didn't dare to take all the credit.

Turning his head to look at Liu Ping and the others, who had not said a word since the two of them talked, Zhao Yi said: "Mr. He is too polite, my credit is far less than what you said." If it weren't for these brave soldiers who sacrificed their lives to protect you along the way, maybe you wouldn't have had a chance to hold out until the moment I appeared, so they are the people you should be truly grateful for. ”

"Yes, yes, what Master Zhao said is not wrong at all." He Hong patted his head and thanked Liu Ping and the others very sincerely: "I He Hong will never forget the life-saving grace of several people, and after returning to China, I will definitely report the merits of several people to the leaders of the army word for word." In addition, I will personally give each of them a gratuity of 500,000 yuan, and I will donate another 1 million to each of the three soldiers who died to their families, and I will support their families until the day I die. ”

"Forget a few of us, how can we still be paid for performing tasks, but Mr. He's heart for sacrificing his comrades, I will accept it on their behalf."

A very rough-looking man beside Liu Ping walked out and said to He Hong: "The He family has been working hard for the country since the War of Resistance Against Japan. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, we are even more concerned about the motherland, and every year we return to China to invest and support national construction, and persist in it for decades without change. So, Mr. Ho didn't take any more credit, we just did what we had to do. ”

Zhao Yi nodded secretly when he heard this, this big man's words were neither humble nor arrogant, reasonable and modest, which instantly made him look at this big man with admiration.

Thinking so, Zhao Yi also happened to look at him, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to him, and introduced himself: "Hello Master Zhao, I am Jiang Meng, the captain of the 'Jungle Wolf' team, thank you for your enthusiastic assistance, not only did we escape from death, but also kept the 'Jungle Wolf' team from being wiped out, and kept this banner that has been passed down for many years." Therefore, please accept the highest respect from our 'Junglewolf' squad. After speaking, Jiang Meng led Liu Ping and a few people to give a military salute to Zhao Yi.

In the face of this continuous thanks, Zhao Yi was already a little numb. However, for Jiang Meng's salute and a few of them, Zhao Yi thought about it for a while, but still stood still and accepted their salute.

After all, he still has a good impression of these hot-blooded soldiers, and most of the soldiers are straightforward, if they refuse their thanks, it may make them feel that Zhao Yi looks down on them.

However, Zhao Yi was too worried about this, he didn't know that in the hearts of Jiang Meng and the others, he was now full of reverence.

Before, after Jiang Meng and the others met Liu Ping, they still had some doubts about whether Zhao Yi really killed twenty enemies alone, and felt that Liu Ping had deliberately exaggerated things in order to scare the enemy.

But when Liu Ping took them to check the corpses of those Burmese, Jiang Meng was sure that what Liu Ping said was all true, and they were really shocked from the bottom of their hearts.

Soldiers, what they worship most is their strong strength, and Zhao Yi's super personal force with a strong heroic color suddenly made Jiang Meng and others worship him as a martial god-like figure. Therefore, Jiang Meng and the others are looking at Zhao Yi now more like they are looking at their idol, and they don't have any disrespectful thoughts and actions towards Zhao Yi at all.

Under the deliberate friendship of Jiang Meng and others, Zhao Yi quickly chatted with them, and then I don't know who started first, Jiang Meng and others began to ask Zhao Yi about some fighting and martial arts problems.

These questions are not very profound, but more just some bottlenecks and confusions that Jiang Meng and others usually encounter during training. This naturally did not make it difficult for Zhao Yi, in the face of everyone's different questions, he was completely handy, and he answered them all very easily.

After getting the answer from Zhao Yi, everyone's face showed an expression of admiration. Zhao Yi's simple and unpretentious words lightly pointed out their shortcomings and shortcomings in martial arts, just like piercing the layer of window paper for them, allowing them to find the right direction for their future training.