Chapter 81： The world will meet, Lord Xiong!

  Chapter 81 The Tianxiahui, the leader of the Xiong Gang!

  Ten days later.

  Black Rock City, Inner City, Yonghefang.

  A group of people led the horse-drawn cart and the bullock cart, along the main road in the inner city, heading for the north gate.

   There are large boxes stacked on each car, and the name of the team is "Lingyun", which is the newly established Lingyun Firm.

  As the most prosperous main road in the inner city, people come and go on the street.

  However, everyone consciously gave way to the caravan.

  The spectators pointed at the convoy and discussed in low voices.

   "Hey! Look at the pile of goods in this convoy, the Xu family and the Su family are really generous!"

   "That's right, the two families jointly forced the Zhang family to move out of Black Rock City, and the property was annexed completely."

   "This is all the old calendar! You don't know it yet, do you? The first big order of the Lingyun Firm was robbed."

   "Who is so bold? Dare to rob the caravans of the Xu family and the Su family?!"

   "I don't know, I just heard that the caravan encountered a group of people on the way back from Jiayuan City to Black Rock City, and Feng Xiao, the Xu family's three-time great master, was injured!"

   "I also heard that Zhao Yuantu, the chief disciple of Martial Master Lu, broke his hand and was bedridden. He probably will die soon."

   "You guys just talk! Didn't you see that Feng Xiao is the one walking in the front?"

   "Then why isn't Zhao Yuantu in the team? Huh? Didn't you see that the young masters of the Xu family led the team themselves?"

   "Hey, I won't argue with you!"

   "No, let's make a bet, shall we?"

   "No gambling! I am sworn to death with gambling and drugs!"

   "Boring."

  The voices of passers-by were not loud, but the caravan was accompanied by warriors. With the hearing ability of bone-refining and blood-training warriors, they could clearly hear what passers-by said.

  Don't talk about passers-by, they don't know what to do.

  When the caravan was robbed, more than 20 warriors died, most of them were in the leather training level, and there were a few bone training level.

  The four priests of the blood training realm also suffered injuries to varying degrees.

   Zhao Gongfeng, who had a broken arm, was not as exaggerated as passers-by said, but he was indeed recuperating at home.

  The strength of the team failed to withstand the last time, and this time the goods may be even more difficult to keep.

  The key is their lives, and it is estimated that they will be lost along with the goods.

  The helpless thing is that the young owner, Xu Ling, leads the team in person. Most of these warriors have signed contracts with the Xu and Su families.

  They basically take care of their families, even if they can leave, they still have to take care of their families.

  So those who encounter robbery, basically can only fight to the end.

   After all, Li Yin is not taken for nothing.

  ‘Hey, I hope the person Brother Han finds is really as powerful as he said. '

  Feng Xiao was riding a tall horse, sighing inwardly.

  The warriors in the team were all downcast. If they really met that group of people again, what would they use to resist them.

  Although the injuries he suffered before were not serious, they also consumed a lot of energy and blood, and now he can display at most 70% of his strength.

  In addition, he is already old, and he is no longer in the age of fighting, and his current state can at most deal with a martial artist with two vitality.

  The other two priests were not much better, and only one young master, Xu Ling, was in good condition.

  However, it hasn't been long since she broke through to the blood training level. During this period of time, she has been in charge of the affairs of the firm. I'm afraid her strength is not bad at the first blood level.

   All in all, there is one less powerful backbone in the team.

   "Grandpa Feng, don't worry, Junior Brother Han will definitely do what he promised, I believe in him!" Seeing Feng Xiao's preoccupied look, Xu Ling, who was riding a black horse, comforted him.

   "Well, I believe it too." Feng Xiao nodded, obviously lacking in confidence.

  Last time in the battle in Taoyuan Village, Han Zhao seemed to be extremely brave, but in fact, he was only at the level of an ordinary second-level qi and blood warrior.

  If he hadn't eaten the monster's flesh, he wouldn't be able to display even half of his strength, and he could escape with Xu Ling by himself, and other quasi-martialists at the blood training level would not be easily killed by Hei Wa and Tao Gu.

  Of course, Feng Xiao is still very confident in Han Zhao's own strength and potential.

   It's just that the one who made the shot this time was a three-time qi and blood warrior who didn't know the basics. If the enemy has a martial artist who trains strength to make a move, it will be a big trouble.

  At his age, it would not be a loss if he died, but if something happened to Xu Ling, he couldn't accept it.

   It's just that Xu Ling firmly believes in Han Zhao. In order to give everyone confidence, she is determined to lead the team, and Feng Xiao can't persuade her.

   "Young master, if you encounter a strong enemy, you should stay closer to the old man, and we will support each other."

   Feng Xiao added.

   "Grandpa Feng, you are actually alright." Xu Ling understood what he meant as soon as she heard it, but she couldn't say much. She just had unconditional trust in Han Zhao, otherwise she wouldn't lead the team herself.

  The other two priests of the Su family couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and they already understood what the other person meant.

  They were injured before, if they meet the same group last time this time, they will fight to the death, and if they lose, they may confess.

  Although they signed a contract with the Su family and got a lot of benefits, life is the most important thing after all.

   Just like that, the whole team was shrouded in a dull atmosphere. They crossed the main road, walked out of the inner city gate, and gathered at the north gate, waiting for the so-called reinforcements.

   After a while, when everyone was waiting impatiently, a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties or fifties came from a distance.

  The other party seemed to be walking slowly, but everyone felt that he hadn't taken many steps before coming to him.

   Good posture!

   Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

   The four quasi-martial arts practitioners, including Xu Ling, had confidence in this man after seeing him.

The others also stared intently at the man who suddenly appeared, and saw that he was not wearing a slim fit suit that was easy to move, but was wearing a golden robe, and his long black hair was combed meticulously behind him, and his thick sword eyebrows were straight and upturned. His face is majestic and majestic, and his every move shows the domineering arrogance of the superior.

  Just looking at his appearance, he seems to be more stylish than many martial arts practitioners.

   "Old man Xiongba, I am entrusted to protect you for a while." The visitor looked proud, not angry and pretentious.

   Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, everyone couldn't help but look solemn.

  Feng Xiao's heart moved, the original worry had been completely erased by Xiongba's movement when he came out, he stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, "I've met Mr. Xiong, but I don't know where Brother Han is now?"

   "Be a guest in my gang." As Han Zhao flicked his sleeves, an envelope flew straight towards Xu Lingfei.

  Xu Ling took the envelope and saw that it was indeed Han Zhao's handwritten letter.

   "The world will be the master?! Since junior brother Han admires the master Xiong so much, then this time, please." Xu Ling said respectfully, the person who can be respected by junior brother Han must be a master.

   "Being entrusted by others is nothing more than a matter of loyalty." Han Zhao smiled lightly.

  Thanks to the fact that he has watched TV dramas, otherwise, even if he could use the bone shrinkage technique to easily transform into the same appearance, he would not be able to act like a hero.

"Please!"

  A bone-training martial artist gave up his horse very consciously.

  Han Zhao nodded slightly and got on his horse.

  (end of this chapter)