"Hehe, I didn't expect that I had such good luck today that I killed a young genius, and another one came. A deep voice sounded when Wen Ming was looking for the demon beast.

When Wen Ming heard the human voice, his expression tightened, and he immediately turned to look at the place where the voice came from: more than thirty meters away, an old man of the Chinese nationality was holding a sword and staring at him with embarrassment.

"What kind of boy did you kill?" he thought, don't be so coincidental, the phoenix is also in it, and the other party has killed it.

"Hehe, don't you have anything else to think about and can't do it here? The old man replied with a smirk.

Wen Ming saw that this old man's expression was fierce, very different from ordinary warriors, and he also mentioned that he had just killed a young genius, which reminded him of a kind of person, and he asked tentatively, "Are you a genius hunter?"

There are some fighters who have not been able to be promoted for many years, and their psychology has gradually begun to distort, they feel that the will of the world is too unfair to them, why can some people become warriors at a young age and be promoted again in just a few years, while they have gone through hardships and spent decades but have never been promoted.

Naturally, they couldn't find the will of the world to express their dissatisfaction, so they thought that it was the geniuses who robbed them of their resources that made them unable to be promoted, and then they began to hate the geniuses, and then specifically looked for geniuses who had not yet grown up in the trial battlefield, which could not only satisfy the distorted psychology, but also easily obtain world points, and no matter how talented they were, they were not extremely powerful as soon as they were promoted.

There are even some people in the outside world who will be brutally killed if they encounter young geniuses in the remote and uninhabited wilderness, and they are hated by countless warriors, including ordinary people.

Other warriors will also kill geniuses when they encounter them on the battlefield of trials, but at least their attitudes are relatively friendly, which is quite different from genius hunters.

"Hehe, genius hunter? You think you're a genius? You guys are just robbing us of our resources to be promoted to warriors at a young age. The old man's face was full of distortions: "We are the messengers of justice who break the injustice of the world's will, and we are the executors of the new rules of the world that want to make the world fairer and redistribute resources!"

Wen Ming was a little helpless, how could he be so unlucky to meet a genius hunter, if he met other fighters, it was possible to communicate and communicate with the other party to give up the plan to kill, but if he encountered a genius hunter, unless the speed was faster than the hunter, there was no other possibility than a desperate kill, and if he failed, he would probably die not too happily.

Therefore, he didn't say anything more, holding his sword and staring at the old man cautiously, he knew that with his speed, it was impossible to escape the other party, and the hunters' bodies tempered over decades were not comparable to him in terms of strength, physique, or agility.

The old man still smiled in his mouth, which made Wen Ming feel extremely harsh, he slowly walked towards Wen Ming, and the sword in his hand began to have a trace of golden light, and with the footsteps of the golden light became stronger and stronger, after walking ten steps, with the flash of golden light, a brilliant and condensed golden light appeared on the tip of the sword, that was his sword.

The sword is only more than 3 inches, but Wen Ming does not dare to despise it in the slightest, the sword is the sword, and the highly condensed battle qi has great power, but he really feels a little ridiculous about the old man's behavior.

Obviously, the old man's age and distorted psychology will not have the mentality of being handsome, so he released the sword so early to scare Wen Ming and weaken Wen Ming's fighting spirit, so that he can kill more easily, after all, there are not a few genius hunters who are killed by geniuses, and it is always right to be cautious.

In the old man's opinion, Wen Ming can become a warrior at such a young age, and there must be powerful warrior elders in the family, so he will also have a powerful warrior by his side to protect him when he is promoted, and he has naturally seen the powerful power of Qi Mang, and he can only be more afraid if he understands it, so he is indeed to scare Wen Ming.

The old man didn't know that it was true that Wen Ming had more powerful warrior elders in his family, and it was also true that he had seen the power of Qimang, but he didn't see it from the elders in the family, and his sword did not scare Wen Ming, but caused Wen Ming to laugh at his stupidity.

There is Wen Ruoxu, a scorching sun warrior or the grandfather of an archon, Wen Ming's understanding of various information about warriors, especially cultivation, is far more than that of ordinary Dawn warriors, although Red Maple City is only a small city, and the slightly more secret information may not be known, but after all, there are more than 10,000 official warriors, so Wen Ruoxu's identity as a scorching sun warrior or an archon is enough for him to know a lot of data on the cultivation of warriors, and Wen Ming will naturally know it.

The old man can't be promoted for decades, and the martial arts will almost only be third-rate, and the diameter of the sea of qi that can be opened up by the metallic battle qi cultivated by the third-rate martial arts is at most 7.5 centimeters, that is, the total amount of combat qi is more than 300, although the old man only dares to maintain a 3-inch-long sword, but it also consumes about 10 points of battle qi per second, and he walks slowly and pretends to wait for the attack to be afraid that a small half of the battle qi will be removed, not to mention that I don't know if his original battle qi is full.

Wen Ming cooperated with a somewhat frightened look, and his eyes flickered as he looked at the short and brilliant sword light.

The old man showed a satisfied look on his face, and said in a slightly slower voice: "Hehe, it seems that you also know the power of the sword, how about you obediently let me kill me and let you die more comfortably?"

When fighting, the old soldiers, who have rich combat experience and deep life experience, will always inadvertently despise the young soldiers, and this contempt is often unaware of the old soldiers themselves, but it is real.

Wen Ming said with some emotion: "Really, you won't lie to me, right?"

"You're not afraid that you will accidentally kill me in battle, and you want to trick me into restraining me and torture me, I heard that you genius hunters are the most cruel. "He's trying to delay as much time as he can, draining some of the old man's fighting spirit, and lowering his vigilance.

The old man's face twitched slightly, he really had this thought, he didn't think that this little ghost was a little clever, but he inevitably despised Wen Ming, after all, Wen Ming said that he was afraid that he would kill him by accident, obviously Wen Ming thought that he could easily kill him (this hope can understand who he and he are).

But naturally he wouldn't say that: "Hehe, how can it be, how can I have the time to torture you, kill you quickly, and I will go to find the next world point to make more money." After speaking, his face changed slightly, but it was the consumption of battle qi that made him a little unbearable, and he was frightened:

"Okay, I'm going to kill you, don't move quietly, or you'll have nightmares every day in the outside world after you die. After speaking, he rushed towards Wen Ming with a three-inch sword.

Although Wen Ming really wanted to delay any longer and consume his battle energy, it was obvious that no warrior would be stupid to that extent, and the old man would naturally not be able to, so he didn't say more. He lowered the tip of his sword, his eyelids slightly closed, and he really didn't seem to resist in the slightest.

The old man was very satisfied, and his eyes, which were originally patrolling Wen Ming's head, throat, and heart, were placed on his neck, and at the same time, his empty left hand was curled.

"Hey, good, I'm going to let you die a happy death. The old man had already rushed to the nearest place, and said with a sly smile, then the sword was retracted, and the tip of the sword was deflected, and his left hand grabbed Wen Ming's neck like lightning: "I will let you ...... Ahh