Chapter 745

"I must skin that bastard When I go back!"

Ye Ziheng can't bear to live in his heart and scold him. He doesn't talk to himself about such important things in advance, but he just swindled himself into the ruins. This old bastard is a thief with a bad heart!

"Let's go back to the base camp now."

The black man and ye Ziheng said, but ye Ziheng seemed to suddenly think of something and look at the black man.

"Is there any other Chinese in the base camp? What kind of clan are they? "

The black man nodded.

"We have two teams of Chinese here, but they are the team of that sect. We haven't inquired about them. We are not familiar with each other and don't have many exchanges."

Ye Ziheng listens, although these words don't Tell ye Ziheng that the disciples of tianxingmen are in this base camp, but at least give ye Ziheng a glimmer of hope.

After that, ye Ziheng and them walked towards the base camp together. They walked for 20 or 30 minutes, through two or three hidden tunnels, and then entered the base camp.

Everyone in the base camp is not surprised by Ye Ziheng's arrival, because there are often other people from the base camp or scattered members of the human team coming here. As time goes by, people are used to the day when a guy comes out in two or three days.

But even so, ye Ziheng can still be seen in the eyes of several white people. When they see themselves standing with black people, their faces show sarcasm.

"Sure enough, yellow skin monkeys and yellow skin dogs are inferior goods."

The voice of the man was deliberately small, as if it was to make ye Ziheng and them inaudible, but ye Ziheng reached the state of Qipin. He really stepped into the world of martial arts. He felt five times stronger than before. When he heard the voice, he stopped and looked at the white man talking.

The white man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't think that the little words he just said had been heard by Ye Ziheng. He was sure that ye Ziheng couldn't hear such a small voice. Only when ye Ziheng was a dumb young man, he wanted to find him.

"Yellow monkey, you'd better not look at me with your little eyes, or I'll make you regret coming here."

The white man said this in English. As soon as he spoke, several good guys turned their heads and looked at ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng looked at him, did not immediately scold or start, just light said.

"You'd better keep your mouth clean."

But the white man didn't hear it. He looked at ye Ziheng with a sneer and was still very arrogant.

"Oh, are you threatening me? What if I don't? I just want to scold you? Yellow monkey. "

"Shua ~"

just as the voice of the white man fell, a sound of sword rang out. The white people who were watching the play there were still laughing in the future, and there was no way to laugh.

There was a flash of silver, and the white man's fingers flew directly out of his hand, while ye Ziheng held a long sword in his hand.

Looking at this scene, everyone couldn't help but stare at ye Ziheng. They couldn't believe it. They were full of fear.

They didn't even see what ye Ziheng had done. They didn't even know when he would come out of the sword. Then they cut off the white man's finger with a stroke!