Chapter Seventy-Nine: No More Than Three

When Zhao Haochen woke up, the sun's brilliance had already swayed to the earth, he opened his sleepy eyes worriedly, stretched a big lazy waist, looked at the weather outside the window, and couldn't help but feel comfortable, and a faint smile hung obliquely on the corner of his mouth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Tidy up the gray and white clothes, which was thrown to the shopkeeper twenty taels of silver and then taken from the store, although the one yesterday was not stained with blood, but the smell of blood was indeed not good, and he threw it to the shopkeeper for him to deal with.

The dazzling sun shone on the earth, this day rarely became a little warm, the people of Apocalypse City got up early in the morning, and the street market that had been quiet all night was bustling again, looking at Huang Tiancheng who was standing at the door, the bruises on his face were more again, and he looked fat again.

"The weather is very good today!" Zhao Haochen smiled slightly, and came unexpectedly, which made Huang Tiancheng scratch his head, but the next sentence suddenly scared Huang Tiancheng a lot, "It's quite suitable for killing!"

Handsome face, bright smile, gentle words, but why is it so terrifying, Huang Tiancheng's eyes showed a heavy color of fear.

Zhao Haochen saw Huang Tiancheng's expression, and smiled slightly in his heart, he just wanted to be awe-inspiring.

Under the leadership of Huang Tiancheng, Zhao Haochen and Huang Tiancheng stopped in front of a compound, and a plaque hung on the compound, with the handwriting of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and the words "Flying Tiger Gang" were written on it.

Looking at the entrance of the magnificent Flying Tiger Gang, Huang Tiancheng's eyes were full of envy, the entrance of the Blood Demon Gang that he assisted in was less than half the size of here.

"What kind of person?" The gang in front of the door of the hall stood there with a long knife in hand, looking like no one was allowed to enter, and when they saw the two of them walking towards this side, one of the gang members stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"Yo, it's you fat again, why aren't you fighting well enough? Do you want your brothers to practice their fists and feet?" A gang member who participated in the injury of Huang Tiancheng last night laughed, not taking this bloody gang manager in the slightest.

Huang Tiancheng had a dark face, and shrank a little frightened, but looked at the calm master behind him, and stepped forward with courage.

"The young man wants to see your helper, go and report quickly!"

Another gang member stepped forward and looked at the two people in front of him with disdain, very disdainful, "Gang leader, your head is in the water, how can you see the gang leader if you want to see it, just this little hairy boy, and see the gang leader, don't dream!"

Suddenly, a transparent ripple spread out in the air, and a bloody human head rolled down to the other gang.

Before the other three could react, three more heads fell to the ground, and the blood instantly stained the place into a sea of blood, and the thick smell of blood spread out to the surroundings, and the pedestrians in the market screamed in surprise, and they all threw down their things and fled for their lives.

A sword aura flashed, and the fate of the Vermilion Gate came to an end.

"Who dares to be presumptuous at the entrance of my Flying Tiger Gang?" Chen Changshan, the gang leader with the cultivation of the Desolate Yuan Realm, condensed a trace of anger on his face, and the huge momentum squeezed towards Zhao Haochen, and the long knife in his hand was like a whirlwind, whistling out, and a whirlwind followed, like a vicious tiger showing its claws, fiercely swooping towards Zhao Haochen.

Zhao Haochen stood in place, like a good boy in the world, a good boy in the world, looking at it lightly, and a terrifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I asked you three times and you didn't come, but it was only three times, I had to come to your hall in person, and it was best to learn to be obedient in the next life!"

The cold light passed, Chen Changshan's body was neatly split into two halves from the bottom up, and it ended all this in the blink of an eye, and the others were still in the scabbard, and they didn't have time to pull it out.

Glancing at everyone, his expression was cold, looking at the many hall masters who were eager to try and had already drawn their knives and were ready to kill, he said coldly: "Don't point your knives at people easily, it's very impolite!"

The figure flashed, as fast as lightning, a few screams, and then five heads rolled down, Zhao Haochen looked at everyone coldly, and an invisible pressure oppressed everyone out of breath.

The smell of blood stimulated everyone's eyes to turn red, but the head of the gang leader who was still rolling made them cheer up and suppressed the impulse in their hearts, their gang leader had entered the Wasteland Realm, but he was still cut off by this young man like chopping melons and vegetables.

An old man stepped forward tremblingly, his eyes filled with great fear, and the other hall masters all looked at the old man with Qi Ji's eyes.

"I don't know why the young man came, and he was killing again?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the hall masters, if it was said that they were avenging Huang Tiancheng, everyone would never believe it, just because Huang Tiancheng was still hiding in the corner and trembling at this moment.

"I ask you if you don't come, in desperation, I have to come and invite you personally!" The cold killing was completely out of line with the age of the young man in front of him, and everyone who heard the reason was stunned for a moment, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

After Huang Tiancheng came, he didn't say who was going to order them, he thought it was just the meaning of the leader of the Blood Demon Gang, but of course they didn't pay attention to it.

They all looked at Huang Tiancheng who was hiding in the corner with angry eyes, and they wanted to breathe fire, as if they were going to cut him with a thousand knives.

"I don't know what the young man commands, we will definitely cooperate!" The old man arched his body, very modest.

"Cooperation?" Zhao Haochen sneered, as if looking at the old man with the eyes of an idiot, and said mockingly: "What qualifications do you have to cooperate with me now?"

The old man was stunned and smiled bitterly.

Yes, what qualifications does the Flying Tiger Gang have to cooperate with others, the only gang leader Chen Changshan who has entered the Wasteland Realm is dead, and the Flying Tigers Gang will gradually decline in the future, besides, this one in front of him has the strength to easily kill the masters of the Wasteland Realm, what can the Flying Tigers Gang come up with?

"In the future, there will be no Five Gangs of the Apocalypse!"

Several hall masters wanted to say something, but they still pressed it in their stomachs.

"Tell the other three gangs, I want to see their gang leader appear at the door of the inn before evening, including your steward!"

Stretching his muscles and looking up at the sky, "The weather is really good today, take a look at a few more when you have time!"

Riding on a horse and walking into the distance, the few remaining hall masters of the Flying Tiger Gang looked at the corpses all over the ground, there was silence, and when they heard Zhao Haochen's words about leaving, they almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The weather is good, how can we be in the mood to appreciate it!