The strongest talent tree

Chapter 216 Poor Man Sanquan

The frequency of Feng Hao's shadow attacks became less and less, so that the magic power had been exhausted, and he could only rely on the restoration of Qi Rejuvenation Pill for support.

However, the recovery amount of the fifth-level Qi Restoration Pill is limited, and it takes two seconds to use a shadow attack. Therefore, the distance between Man San Fist is getting closer and closer, and Feng Hao's path is soon blocked.

"Boy, are you ready to run?" Man Sanquan gasped slightly.

Feng Hao rolled his eyes, sat down on the ground, and gasped: "Brother, can you listen to my explanation?"

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the punches——!"

Man Sanquan obviously didn't mean to talk nonsense. He rushed in front of Feng Hao and smashed down his bowl-sized fist angrily.

Fortunately, the effect of the Rejuvenation Pill was still there, and Feng Hao's magic power had recovered a lot, so he hurriedly used Shadow Attack to avoid it.

boom!
Man San's attack hit the ground, exploding a large amount of rubble. The second round followed closely, hitting Feng Hao's forehead, "Delaying time, right? Obediently let me beat you up, otherwise I'll look good on you."

"As expected, like father, like daughter, neither father nor daughter can be reasonable." Feng Hao cursed secretly and avoided the attack of Man San Fist again.

Seeing that the attack was dodged again, Man Sanquan gritted his teeth angrily. In his opinion, there was no need to use secret techniques to deal with a junior, but at this moment, he had to use secret techniques.

"No wonder you dare to beat up my daughter, you really did it twice." Man Sanquan smiled coldly, no longer hiding his clumsiness, and the turbulent waves of air exploded from his body. His fists were like a bath of fire, turning into countless fist shadows, completely blocking Feng Hao.

"Nima, are you serious?!"

Feng Hao's heart was beating wildly. The secret martial arts skills of the seventh-level magician were not a joke. With his current blood volume, he would be disabled even if he was not dead.

What made him even more helpless was that the secret technique of Man San Fist had no blind spots, and its range was so large that even a shadow attack could not avoid it.

At the critical moment, Wang Tongqian arrived in time and shouted angrily: "Who dares to touch my brother Feng?!"

After saying this, the dark red long knife flew out and was inserted in front of Feng Hao. At the same time, bursts of light flashed out, instantly tearing the fist shadow into pieces.

"Brother Feng, are you okay?" Wang Tongqian flew down and asked worriedly.

Feng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's okay."

Man Sanquan looked shocked, stared at Wang Tongqian with tiger eyes, and asked in surprise: "Such a fierce sword skill, who are you?"

"Wang Tongqian of the Temple of Thieves." Wang Tongqian pulled out his long sword and coldly pointed at Man San Fist.

"The third thief in the Temple of Thieves?" Man Sanquan was stunned and said with a strange expression: "What does this matter have to do with you, the Temple of Thieves?"

Feng Hao explained awkwardly: "Well...actually, I am from the Temple of Thieves."

"Are you from the Temple of Thieves?" Man Sanquan became even more surprised.

"Actually, I have a pretty good relationship with Man Tiaotiao. It was for her own good that I beat her before. I think it's better to just let it go." Feng Hao walked forward and said with a chuckle.

But Man Sanquan snorted proudly: "What's wrong with the Temple of Thieves? If you dare to bully my daughter, I will beat you even if you are the King of Heaven!"

"Uh, do you need to be so serious?" Feng Hao said with black lines on his head.

"Stop talking nonsense." Man Sanquan touched his bald head and looked at Wang Tongqian coldly: "If you know better, just go aside, or I'll beat you up too."

Wang Tongqian raised his brows and released his terrifying aura instantly: "Brother Feng, please stand far away first and let Third Brother meet this old guy."

Feng Hao shook his head helplessly and stepped aside angrily.

"Boy, are you sure you want to fight me?" Man Sanquan asked coldly.

Wang Tongqian waved the long knife gently and said with a playful sneer: "Master Thief, I never kill unknown people. Please report your name quickly."

"Haha, are today's young people so arrogant?" Man San Quan laughed dumbly and said: "When I, Man San Quan, traversed the ancient world, you were still sucking milk!" "You are only level 76 at such an old age. Are you embarrassed to brag about it here?" Wang Tongqian mocked.

"What did you say? Say it again if you dare?" Man Sanquan kept stroking his bald head, obviously very angry.

"I said you are only level 76 at such an old age, how dare you brag about it here?"

"Ah——! Looking for a fight!"

Man San's fist exploded in anger instantly, and the gang energy flowed around his body, and he killed him angrily.

Wang Tongqian was not afraid in the face of danger. He waved his long sword and faced him with a straight sweep. There was no gorgeous power or dazzling light effects. It was just a simple sweep.

boom!
The next moment, the blade collided with the fist, causing waves of air. Then, Man San's three fists flew out like cannonballs and hit them hard.

"Old man, how do you feel?" Wang Tongqian put the long knife on his shoulder and asked with a smile.

Man Sanquan stood up in embarrassment, his face as red as a monkey's butt, "Sure enough, there were two attacks, don't count, come again!"

But at this moment, more than a dozen strange figures came from all directions and surrounded Man Sanquan in the blink of an eye.

"Who cheated on me that there is no one in the temple?" More than a dozen old thieves asked in unison. The weakest one was level 58. A group of people gathered together, and their aura was as terrifying as possible.

The sudden change stunned Man Sanquan, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Feng Hao was also shocked. He didn't expect that sending a distress signal would attract so many old thieves. The last time he was attacked, there wasn't such a big battle. Could it be because there were so many people during the day?
"You guys stand down first, I'll take care of this matter!" Wang Tongqian said with a big wave of his hand.

More than a dozen old thieves were stunned, and subconsciously looked at Wang Tongqian. When they detected Wang Tonggan's [Thief Mark], they were all dumbfounded.

"I'll go, thief's mark!"

"Is the thief who used the knife the third thief who killed the king?"

"Hey, dear, why did the thief come to Wuzhou City?"

"Well... since the thief has let go, let's just watch from the sidelines."

Several old thieves nearby said with excitement: "Thieves, don't panic, just let your hands and feet go. If it doesn't work, let's go together."

"That's right. It's rare for a thief to come to Wuzhou City. You can't be wronged."

Man Sanquan had a gloomy expression on his face, and for the first time he felt like retreating. He never expected that beating up a kid would lead to such a big fight.

Wang Tongqian smiled faintly and turned his eyes to Man Sanquan again: "Hey, old man, do you still want to fight?"

"Damn it, if you have the guts, let's go together. Who can I, Man San Fist, be afraid of?" Man San Fist clenched his teeth and said.

I have no choice but to pretend to be awesome, even if I kneel down to finish it.

"He's bloody, like a senior." Wang Tongqian nodded a few words in confirmation, turned to the old thieves and said, "Since seniors ask for it, let's go together. Make an agreement in advance to save some face for seniors and don't slap him in the face."

"Don't worry, thief, we all understand whether you hit someone or not in the face." More than a dozen old thieves laughed.

"..." Man Sanquan was about to cry, but he didn't expect that these guys from the Temple of Thieves would not act according to common sense.

Feng Hao was dumbfounded at the side. The next moment, under his stunned eyes, more than a dozen old thieves and Wang Tongqian rushed up.

Although Man's three fists were powerful, his two fists were no match for four hands, and he was quickly swallowed by the crowd, with screams one after another.

(End of this chapter)