Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 90 Wang Boxhan

In the iron barrel, as footsteps echoed on the bluestone, blood swayed in the barrel wall, leaving a thick blood film on the barrel wall.

The Lord of Xiong Altar stood quietly at the door of the house, his eyes deep.

Quietly staring at everything in the courtyard.

In the dark night, the quiet and peaceful courtyard was now full of broken limbs and broken arms. Large areas of black blood were splashed on the ground. People covered in blood were leaning dejectedly on the water tank.

The dark blue tones in the middle of the night blended with this scarlet stickiness, making it look extremely eerie and strange.

Even if the male altar leader just stood still, it brought huge oppression to the three people who were fighting in the house.

At this moment, the movements in the hands of the two disciples of Feihong Martial Arts School were frozen in mid-air, their young faces twisted, and they were looking motionlessly at the Altar Master who was standing at the door.

They didn't know what happened to the senior brother, but they heard the earth-shattering sound before and the crisp cracking sound after it stopped suddenly.

The sound was like the throat being broken by something, and blood was gurgling in the iron bucket.

Like a curse that urged their lives, instinctively, an inexplicable fear arose in their hearts. This fear almost penetrated into their bones and made them tremble involuntarily.

The most primitive fears in human nature are infinitely magnified on this night.

They wanted to run, cry, and scream, but in the end they discovered that even doing these requires courage.

Sun Cang, who was covered in scars and bloodstains, became much calmer. Although he was still frightened by the pressure of the red-robed weirdo, he understood that he would not be able to escape death no matter what.

Whether he was killed by these two disciples or died in the hands of this man.

He had calmly wanted to wait for death.

"Why don't you fight?" Xiong Altar Master frowned slightly. Could it be that his pressure was too great?

Do not.
It's that they are too weak.

He was too weak to resist, and his heart could only be filled with fear.

For people like this, even if they were made into blood-coagulating pills, they would only be of inferior quality.

That's it.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Lord of the Altar raised his hands slightly.

Better kill them.

Easy thing.

After all, no one can be allowed to see the fact that the Blood and Fire Society collects human blood in the outer city.

He was just about to raise his hand, but suddenly there was the sound of steady footsteps outside the cold house.

The Xiong Altar Master’s pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!This breath is!

Not far away, in the night, Wei Zheng was prostrate on the tiles of the roof. The cold wind of early winter blew by, bringing a touch of coolness to his hot body.

The breath in his whole body has almost been compressed to the lowest level. At this moment, he is staring at everything in the alley.

The location he chose was excellent, and he could easily see everything in the alley.

He saw with his own eyes that the strong man who had reached the level of blood coagulation had his throat broken in front of the so-called "Hong Altar Master" without even being able to pass a single blow!
The strength has reached a level that is incomprehensible.

It's obviously in the blood coagulation realm, but that energy and blood reaction.
He secretly squeezed the Blood Jade Pill in his arms.

There are still two Blood Jade Pills left.

If he takes another Blood Jade Pill and his energy and blood surge, coupled with the iron armor on his body, he might still be able to fight.

Even in desperate situations, he even felt confident that he could beat this powerful leader to death!

But by then, I was afraid that I would be seriously injured.

Blood Fire Society Blood Coagulation Pill.
I didn’t expect this thing to be made with human blood.
But they used human lives to make blood-coagulating pills. Although it could improve the strength of their gang, what they got in exchange was the gradual death of the combat power of Lincheng's bottom layer.In the end, all the martial arts masters in Lincheng died. Can the few people in the inner city really hold up this precarious Lincheng, which is about to be devoured by war at any time?
When that time comes, do we really have to rely on these gentlemen from the inner city to defend Lincheng?
They shouldn't know the pros and cons
But why do you still allow the Blood Fire Society to act like a monster in your own territory?

Thoughts were swirling in Wei Zheng's mind, making him feel agitated. Just when he took out the Blood Jade Pill and was about to take action, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the alley!
It is.
Wei Zheng's eyes widened.

Outside the entrance of the alley, under the moonlight, the sound of steady and rapid footsteps could be heard. The owner of the sound was an old man wearing a martial artist's round robe with mixed black and white hair. He looked to be in his 50s.

Although the old man's steps were steady, he was extremely fast. In just a few breaths, he had already reached the end of the alley. He seemed to be turning a blind eye to the blood on the ground.

It seems like everything has nothing to do with him.

"This friend is the Master of Qinglian Altar?"

The familiar voice was like a bell ringing, full of pressure.

A trace of doubt appeared on the face of the Xiong Altar Master. After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked out of the house and looked at the old man he had passed.

The atmosphere calmed down, and both of them were silently exploring each other's strength. In the end, it was the altar leader with a surprised look on his face, who spoke first and bowed his hands.

"There is no longer a Green Lotus Sect. I am the Blood Fire Club, Xiong Hui. Is the old gentleman the master of the Banshan Hall?"

"Master of the Hall, Master Hui Tan is too polite. He just runs a boxing team to make a living. I'm here, Wang Boshan." Wang Boshan grinned and saluted respectfully to Master Xiong Altar.

"The man in the house is my disciple. He is stupid and doesn't know anything. I wonder if the Master Xiong Altar can spare his life?"

The male altar leader narrowed his eyes, seeming to be struggling with something.

According to the rules, anyone who sees his face will be executed.

But rules are rules, Xiong Altar Master has been in the inner city for several months, so he naturally knows about all the big and small things that happen in the city.

The unattractive old guy in front of me, Wang Boshan, had just broken the Heart Pass some time ago. He is a serious Shang Xinguan martial artist. His blood coagulation was obtained by chewing pills, although it was much higher than that of ordinary blood coagulation martial arts masters.
The rule is that people are alive. Do you really want to kill Wang Boshan?
But if you really want to fight with the old guy, I'm just afraid.
Narrow escape.

But he also understood that Wang Boshan, an old boy, would never dare to kill him easily.

The Blood and Fire Society's revenge was not something that a caring martial artist like him could bear.

"Master Xiong Altar, don't you think about it?" Wang Boshan narrowed his eyes, seeming to see through Xiong Hui's inner thoughts.

"You are a gangster, and your face comes first. If my apprentice really dies in front of me and makes me lose face, then I am afraid that even if my martial arts gym cannot continue to operate, people will have to pay for it with their lives!"

After saying that, the aura in Wang Boxhan's body swelled, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

The altar leader was silent.

This old guy really came here with desperate thoughts.

That's all, there's no need to make a grudge against him anymore.

"I understand, the old gentleman is really a good master." Xiong Altar Master took a deep breath and finally stepped aside to make way for him.

"Thank you Altar Master for looking after this old man." Wang Boshan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Since we can reach an agreement, it would be best not to fight.

As a warrior with a false heart, if there really was a fight, it was still impossible to tell who would win and who would lose.

The current situation is the best.

"By the way, I still need to trouble the Lord Xiong Altar with something."

Wang Boxhan chuckled lightly, his eyes long and stern, with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

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