After Zhao Hu successfully cultivated the three dark skills of Dark Eye, Dark Spear, and Stealth, he asked Zhao An to buy a ticket to the Land of Chaos, and he wandered around the port street with a relaxed face.

"Stop! Do you still have the royal law in your hearts? actually committed murder in broad daylight, do you want to spend your old age in prison! ”

Zhao Hu, who was wandering on the street, saw more than a dozen servants in gray robes, under the command of a brocade-robed butler, beating a little beggar of seven or eight years old.

More than a dozen servants who were beating the little beggar wildly, hearing Zhao Hu's loud shout, immediately stopped the movements in their hands, set their eyes on the butler in the brocade robe, and asked for his opinion.

The housekeeper in the brocade robe looked Zhao Hu up and down carefully, and saw that he was wearing clothes made of high-grade silk, and subconsciously thought that he was the son of the nobleman, so he said politely: "May I ask the name of this son?" ”

"Zhao Hu!"

Zhao Hu said casually as he walked quickly to the little beggar's side, pulled him up from the ground, took out a clean white silk scarf from his arms, and wiped the blood off his face.

"Zhao Hu."

The brocade robe butler chewed in his mouth for a while, and tried to search in his mind for Haikou Port, among the nobles he couldn't afford to provoke, there was no one surnamed Zhao.

After searching all the nobles in Haikou Port who couldn't be provoked in his mind, and didn't find the powerful man surnamed Zhao, the brocade-robed butler's face relaxed, and he looked up at Zhao Hu's body.

Suddenly, seeing Zhao Hu wiping the blood on the little beggar's face with a white silk scarf with a look of concern, he confirmed the guess in his heart that Zhao Hu was just a rich kid at most, and it couldn't be a powerful son at all, because all powerful sons would not use the silk scarf on their bodies to help a pariah wipe the blood and make his body dirty.

The brocade robe butler, who had a judgment in his heart, immediately looked at Zhao Hu with a pair of cruel eyes, and threatened loudly: "Zhao Hu, I advise you not to meddle in the Wang family's affairs, otherwise, don't blame us for being unkind to you!" ”

Zhao Hu, who was originally angry because of the injury on the little beggar's body, immediately wanted to scold the other party when he heard that the brocade robe butler dared to threaten him on the street.

Just when Zhao Hu wanted to get angry and reason with the other party, the little beggar hurriedly pulled him with his little hand, and said timidly: "Big brother, you better hurry up, they are all from the Wang family, but they are fierce!" ”

Glancing at the timid and pitiful little beggar, Zhao Hu shook his head gently, and secretly decided in his heart, today's idle matter is taken care of by himself, is it possible that he, the young master of Zhaojiabao, will be afraid that a little aristocratic housekeeper will not succeed?

Seeing that Zhao Hu ignored his threats, the brocade-robed butler was furious, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he waved his big hand and said: "Beat this guy who doesn't know what to do, as long as he doesn't kill him." ”

As soon as the brocade-robed butler's voice fell, he saw ten strong gray-clothed servants, who rushed towards Zhao Hu's side with a smile on their faces.

Bang! With a crisp sound, Zhao Hu slammed a right hook into the face of a gray-robed servant, knocking him to the ground, and at the same time, a left hook knocked another gray-robed servant to the ground.

After Zhao Hu hit the two gray-clothed servants unexpectedly, he was swept away, let out a miserable scream, fell to the ground, and more than a dozen pairs of big feet continued to kick towards his body.

Feeling the severe pain of more than a dozen pairs of big kicks on his body, Zhao Hu held his head in his hands and let out a terrible scream, and couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, the other party was so fierce, why didn't he use the dark skill to kill him! Now that he has been knocked to the ground, he is unable to use his dark skills to fight back.

"Badass! I'll beat you to death! ”

The little beggar on the side saw that Zhao Hu was beaten by more than a dozen strong servants, quickly ran to the side of the road, picked up a big stone with difficulty, and smashed it on the head of a gray-clothed servant.

Hearing the terrible screams of their companions, the dozen or so gray-clothed servants who were beating Zhao Hu were taken aback, and quickly stopped the movements under their feet, turned around and looked back, and suddenly, they found the miserable appearance of the gray-clothed servant who had died, and then roared angrily, mercilessly adding up their fists and feet at the little beggar.

Zhao Hu, who was lying on the ground, saw that the little beggar had fallen into a dangerous state in order to save himself, his heart tightened, and he didn't know where the power came from, so he quickly stood up, pushed more than a dozen gray-clothed servants away, hugged the little beggar covered in blood in his arms, and looked at the dozen gray-clothed servants with a cruel smile with hatred.

Standing aside to watch the lively brocade robe housekeeper, he saw that his servant had died, the little beggar was covered in blood, his breath was dying, and he was not far from death, and Zhao Hu also had a blue nose and swollen face, and was covered with scars, so he raised his right hand and stopped the gray-clothed servant who wanted to continue to besiege Zhao Hu: "Leave them alone, let's go!" ”

Looking at the little beggar covered in blood and dying breath, Zhao Hu couldn't help but blame himself in his heart, if he hadn't forced himself to come out, he would have been beaten violently at most, and his life would not be in danger at all, if he used the dark skill at the beginning, with his strength far beyond that of an ordinary one-star magician, how could he be beaten by a group, unable to fight back, how could he let the other party hurt the little beggar a single hair.

The little beggar seemed to feel Zhao Hu's thoughts, touched Zhao Hu's cheek with his hand, and said softly: "Big brother, please don't blame yourself, this may be my life." ”

Seeing the little beggar's increasingly pale face, Zhao Hu's right hand gently stroked his head, shook his head and said softly: "No, it's not your life, you have to remember one thing, my life is up to me." ”

After speaking, Zhao Hu carefully put the little beggar on the ground, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and shouted loudly to the departing brocade housekeeper and his party: "If you beat someone, do you want to pat your ass and leave?" ”

At this time, Zhao Hu had lost his mind under the stimulation of blood and the little beggar, and there was only self-blame and resentment in his mind, without a trace of fear.

The brocade robe housekeeper turned around and glanced at Zhao Hu, whose eyes were full of resentment, he was familiar with human nature, and immediately knew that the beams on both sides had grown up, and they had reached the point of life and death, so a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, he said to the dozen gray-clothed servants beside him: "Kill him and send him on his way." ”

Looking at the dozen or so gray-clothed servants who were as weak and bullying as sheep with a cruel smile on their faces, walking quickly towards him, Zhao Hu's eyes flashed with a cold light, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hung a cruel smile, and the weak source power in his body quickly mobilized.

A black spear more than a meter long and emitting a ghostly light appeared out of thin air, and at its command, with the sound of the howling wind, turned into a black afterimage, and shot towards a gray-clothed servant with a look of shock and fear on his face.

Hiss! With a slight sound, the black spear landed on the chest of a servant who rushed to the front, and easily passed through his chest, and continued to fly forward for more than ten meters, before it collapsed due to the exhaustion of energy, turning into a little light and disappearing into nothingness.

The other dozen or so gray-clothed servants did not stop at all because of the terrible screams of their companions, but because of Zhao Hu's sudden frenzy, they put away the contempt in their hearts, and with a cautious expression, they dispersed, and accelerated the speed of the charge.

Seeing more than a dozen gray-clothed servants, he did not have any fear because of the death of his companions, but instead accelerated his pace and charged towards his side, Zhao Hu's eyes flashed with cold light, and he quickly mobilized the weak dark source power in his body.

Suddenly, I saw a dark spear glowing with a ghostly light, appearing out of thin air, with a whistling wind, shooting towards the bodies of more than a dozen gray-clothed servants, and lightning-like lightning in the frightened eyes of a dozen gray-clothed servants, through their chests, and a large hole in their bodies, so that before they could let out a scream, they fell weakly to the ground, becoming a cold corpse.

After summoning more than a dozen dark spears in a row, the weak dark source power in Zhao Hu's body was exhausted, and he couldn't continue to summon the dark spear to attack, so he could only watch the brocade-clothed butler escape and be powerless.

At this moment, a familiar figure quickly passed by Zhao Hu's side, and a cold sword light slashed a graceful arc in mid-air, slashing through the neck of the brocade-clothed butler like lightning, and cutting off his head.

"Brother Tiger, you're okay!" After Zhao An killed the brocade-clothed butler, he looked at Zhao Hu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and was full of anger and resentment, and asked with a worried face.

Zhao An was originally an orphan, but also a street child living on the streets, helpless, humiliated, when he was about to be frozen to death on a cold snowy night, Zhao Hu's parents rescued him, and brought him home, raised him as their own son, gave him the same treatment as Zhao Hu, and sent him to study at Qinglong Academy.