Chapter Ninety-Five: The Vein

"Ahem-" After the two thieves fell to the ground, they each covered their chests, and the corners of their mouths continued to leak blood.

Although Zhan Feihong's punch only has three points of strength, the process of his promotion is very different from that of ordinary cultivators in the early stage of spiritual transformation, so he is also much more powerful in performing spiritual martial arts, don't look at this lightly, but there are thousands of catties of strength, which is enough to deform the steel.

Retracting his posture, the young man walked slowly to the two thieves who were screaming in pain, and asked lightly: "Tell me, where did you guys who don't look like good people come from?"

When the two thieves heard Zhan Feihong's words, they glared at them with vicious eyes, and shouted angrily with the residual blood in their mouths: "Little cub, don't think that you can wade through this troubled water if you have the ability to be in the spiritual transformation period, it won't be long before our four masters will come, and when the time comes, you won't be able to eat and go around!!"

"There are already too many people who tell me to walk around without eating。。。。。。 It's not bad for you. Zhan Feihong sighed faintly, and the two wood spirits suddenly stuck to the necks of the two people at his feet, and in the blink of an eye, his palms pinched each other.

"Don't talk nonsense, to say or not to say?"

The young man's tone was cold, for this kind of bandit who did all kinds of evil, he had no need for his subordinates to show mercy.

The two thieves were held by the important spiritual point in their necks, and the surging golden spiritual pressure pierced the acupuncture hole like a steel needle, and they knew very well that if the other party used a little strength, their own lives would not be guaranteed.

"I said, I saidβ€”" One of the bandits couldn't stand the pressure of life and death hanging by a thread, and gave in to the softening of his voice.

The other thief saw that his companion had relented, and did not reprimand, but just looked at Zhan Feihong worriedly, and it seemed that his heart was also up and down.

"Then say it!" Without waiting for Zhan Feihong to speak, Su Chuanfang, who came over from the side, urged. She first looked at the thief on the ground who had fallen into the mud, frowned, raised her foot and kicked it twice, and said something in her mouth: "Tell you to open the meat, the teeth are broken, I will see what you take to open the meat!"

Zhan Feihong only saw that his scalp was tight for a while, and the place where Miss Su put down her feet was clearly the part that men were most afraid of being injured.

The two thieves who were pinched by the neck also looked stupid, and they subconsciously turned their eyes to the young man, and there was inexplicable sympathy in their eyes.

"What do you see, tell you where you came from, do you hear it?!"

Zhan Feihong spotted the other party's gaze at a glance, and immediately tightened ten fingers in annoyance, only to make the two thieves scream in pain.

"The gentleman doesn't move his mouth, young man, we've recruited it!" Zhan Feihong took a deep breath when he let go of his hand, and the two thieves only felt that their eyeballs were about to bulge out of their sockets, and their throats were burning hot, and they coughed repeatedly.

"It's just that it's not good to say it obediently, you have to suffer something. After kicking her little feet eighteen times, Miss Su finally came to the young man's side with satisfaction and said in a frustrating voice.

"Actually, we were also forced. Glancing at Su Chuanfang, the two thieves sighed in unison.

"Stop, Feihong, beat them up. It's a pity that this sentence didn't arouse Miss Su's sympathy, and with a wave of her tender hand, she said impatiently.

Zhan Feihong nodded, his small fist was raised in front of his chest, the golden light around the fist was dazzling, and the surging spiritual pressure only blew his cuffs to bulge.

"Believe it or not, if you go down with this punch, you won't want to have a nose again in your life?"

The boy blew into his fist and said with a sincere expression.

The two thieves couldn't help but shudder, their legs involuntarily softened, and they fell to their knees and begged for mercy loudly: "Believe, we believe too much, young man is merciful!"

Su Chuanfang secretly showed a praising smile to Zhan Feihong, stretched out his hand and pointed at the thief on the left, and asked with a straight face: "Just you, don't go around in circles with me again, explain honestly, otherwise I will ask him not only to beat your nose, but also to pluck out the hair on your head, so that you will be a big bald scoop in this life!"

As soon as these words came out, the three men next to him were all stunned, and they had never heard of the truth that if their hair was pulled out, they would not grow it for the rest of their lives.

Zhan Feihong was the first to react because he was often thundered by Miss Su, he glared at the two people who were kneeling on the ground, who dared to say a word about whether they had or not, and didn't mind giving them a chance to "make their dreams come true".

The two thieves hurriedly restrained their temperament, gritted their teeth and didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, and talked about the real origin in one go.

It turned out that these two people were really not ordinary bandits, and they were also members of a third-rate sect in a certain realm once upon a time. Unexpectedly, a sudden disaster caused them to fall into such a field as they are now.

"You mean, you big bosses who have come and gone without a trace, and one person has picked on your whole class?" Hearing this, Zhan Feihong couldn't help frowning and asked.

"The little one will not dare to tell half a lie!" replied the thieves tremblingly, "and later, the great boss gave the master no benefit, and we were taken to this poor and remote place. ”

Slap and give a date to eat, it seems that this big boss is a character.

The young man touched his chin slightly, and then asked, "Where were the people in this town arrested by you?"

"Hui Shaoxia, the reason we were brought here is to mine the veins in the back mountain. The big boss seems to have calculated this town at the beginning, and when he grabbed it, he became a coolie together. The bandit whispered.

"Coolies?" Zhan Feihong's eyes sharpened, "You haven't even let go of the old and young women and children, can't you just be coolies?"

"That's, that'。。。。。。 At the mention of this, the bandits lowered their heads and stammered.

Zhan Feihong's face became more and more cold, his two eyes flashed scarlet, and he asked hatefully, "What do you mean?"

The two thieves seemed to be frightened by his expression, and hurriedly shouted: "Young man spare his life! We are only responsible for arresting people, even if there are benefits to take possession, it will not be our turn!

Fool whom?

The young man's bones crumbled, and he was just about to teach them a heavy lesson, when he suddenly heard a cold snort from outside the courtyard gate.

"You two eat things inside and out, I came to you on purpose, I didn't expect to hear such words, I don't think you want to live anymore!"

Before the words fell, an aggressive spiritual pressure bullied Zhan Feihong's body from the gate of the courtyard, causing the young man to take half a step back.

If you guessed correctly, this person should be a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Spiritualization!

Zhan Feihong secretly thought, because although this spiritual pressure was quite tough, it was a little worse than those masters who had entered the spiritual convergence period.

However, if you miss it by a fraction, you will miss it by a thousand miles!