C372

Black thieves were just such a person. Black thieves were a nickname given by their peers, their real name was Zhang Ye the day before yesterday, but because they were born two days late, they had such a nondescript name, as the saying goes, only the wrong name, the right nickname, like the thief's name, was a thief, but this thief was not only a thief, but also a person who never left his side, and as time went by, this nickname was given to his peers. One could see how much he hated him.

The black thief did not feel ashamed, but felt proud instead. His understanding was that it was a thief, a thief. Whoever stole it, it wasn't a thief.

A group of excited players walked out. From the looks of the joy in their eyes, it wasn't hard to see that they had gained a lot from this. Generally speaking, there were two types of people who would come out before nightfall. One was people who would automatically retreat, and the other was people who had gained too much and were afraid of an accident. There were seven of them, which obviously belonged to the latter.

Pow!

Everyone's laughter suddenly stopped, as if someone had pinched their neck, their veins popped, and their eyes almost bulged out. Their expressions were even more terrifying than seeing a ghost in the middle of the night.

His companion who attacked him turned into a pile of minced meat on the ground, steaming hot. The old man was standing straight, as if he had never moved, his only eyes glinting with a murderous light.

There were so many people, but none of them could see how a single eye had struck.

"Senior —" The eldest of the seven walked out. This person's skin was dark and full of holes, like the surface of the moon. He cupped his hands together, but he had only said two words when he was ruthlessly interrupted by an eye.

"Open your spatial rings. After I check, you can scram."

"Senior, although you are powerful, the ring is our personal possession, you dare —" The eldest brother roared, raising his arms high in the air as if he were a powerhouse raising a cauldron. This person walked on the road of horizontal training, his arms were extremely powerful, he immediately turned into a mountain, calm as a mountain, but the next scene destroyed all the confidence he had to extend his hands to five brothers.

"We'll take it!" When the five of them saw an eye reach out, their faces paled and they quickly opened the spatial ring.

"There are also items on your body. You are not allowed to hide them, I've found them. Die!" One eye was filled with killing intent.

"I don't dare, I don't dare!" The five of them simply didn't have the courage to resist. Even their most powerful boss had been killed with a single slap. They still wanted to live another two years.

"Scram!" Although one eye was blind, it could see things faster than anyone else. With a single glance, he could tell that there was nothing he wanted inside.

"Thank you, senior." As if they were granted amnesty, the five of them packed up their belongings and ran.

"All of you, take out all of your things and inspect them!" With one eye, he pointed at the person that appeared behind him.

"Old — —" The eyes of a dignified looking youth glared at him. Before his murderous intent could be released, his companion who had arrived first covered his mouth and whispered into his ear. The youth's body shook and the fierceness in his eyes was involuntarily restrained.

This was the only way out, even though it was not dark yet, and there were already people leaving in succession. Right now, they were all gathered at this place, showing off their spatial equipment one by one, waiting to be checked, and there were also a few naughty ones who ended up in pieces, with one eye being shockingly powerful, even a Gold rank expert could not be considered a match.

"Lad, you stepped on my foot." The sound suddenly sounded, scaring the bandit who was looking forward from behind the big tree into jumping up and down. He turned his head abruptly, and saw an old man with a head full of white hair and a face full of red light looking at him with a smile.

"Senior, I, I, I …" The bandit stammered incoherently.

"Can you show me what you touched before?" The old man's tone was very amiable, like an old grandpa next door.

"Senior, I, I, I don't know what you're talking about?" The black thief pretended to be deaf and mute.

The old geezer stretched out his hand, and the black thief was scared by it. The rabbit that stepped on his tail immediately ran out. The movement of one eye gave him a deep impression. If he stretched out his hand, he would definitely die. The old fogey's movements were exactly the same as an eye. However, after running a dozen steps, he realized that there was nothing amiss. Turning around, he felt as though he had been struck by lightning and was dumbfounded.

The old man's index finger was as long as his middle finger. It trembled at an unimaginable frequency, and his ring finger was slightly bent. No matter how he looked at it, this was an unconscious action. However, the bandit seemed to have seen his most sacred idol. His face was full of worship and his expression was devout.

"Senior, you, you, you …" The bandit was truly incoherent this time.

"When I was young, I had a bit of affinity with the other nine sects." The old fogey withdrew his hand.

"Disciple Black Bandits greets Senior." The black thief said respectfully.

"Black thief?" The old man looked at him in surprise.

"I'm only an outer court disciple, and have not officially become your disciple. I dare not call myself a thief." The bandit said with an embarrassed blush.

"When did the lower nine gates become so high?" The old fogey was baffled.

The bandit was bashful for a moment before he said in a low voice, "I'm not actually from the Lower Nine Sects. I'm just a servant boy who is the lover of a senior from the Lower Nine Sects. She handed in a few moves on a whim."

The old fogey was stunned for a moment before bursting out in laughter. His eyes gazed at the bandit, brightening up. After a long while, his smile disappeared, and he asked, "Are you willing to follow me?"

"Junior Zhang greets Master the day before yesterday." The bandit quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times in respect. He had heard his lover, who had taught him the art of stealing, say that the man from the bottom nine sects was already a top expert of the martial world just by practicing two fingers of the index and middle fingers of the index finger. The man from the bottom nine sects was the third best expert of the martial world. He had trained his fingers to such an extent that only the ancestors of closed door cultivation could reach him.

"My school only has one disciple. I already have a disciple, so I can't take you as my disciple." The old undying paused for a moment before continuing, "You can temporarily be my honorary disciple."

"Thank you, master!" The black thief turned sorrow into joy.

"Now can you tell me what you touched?" The old fogey asked.

"Please take a look, Master." The black thief opened the spatial ring that he had fished out from the rough voice of the man. That man didn't even know that he had died. His harvest from the day had long been taken away by someone else.

The old geezer retracted his gaze. He knew that it was impossible for there to be anything he needed in there. Although fate and fate were intangible, it was obvious that those seven people did not have any good fortune, and this kind of person did not get anything really good.

"Master, what are you looking for? This disciple will serve you!" The black thief was very clever. As soon as he saw the expression on the old man's face, he knew that the thing he needed was not inside.

"I don't know either." The old fogey said. The bandit was dumbfounded. He didn't even know what he was looking for, yet he was still looking for it? If it wasn't for the fact that the old man had the appearance of a row of immortals, plus the move that he had revealed just now, he would have thought that the old man was crazy.

"Some things only know what it is when you see it." The old fogey said.

"Oh!" The Black Bandits did not seem to understand.

"Let's go, one of them can't control his temper." The undying shook his head, "We can't let him kill everyone. We still need people to explore this place."

The bandit was startled and turned his head to look. Sure enough, there were more than ten pools of blood beside one eye. This guy could kill without even blinking his eyes.

"Master, where is this place? Have I been here before? "

"Master, who is this kid? His strength is so low, yet he didn't ask for anything when you accepted him?"

"Master, Adai's bones are almost rotten. When are you going to help him find a few fresh ones?"

… ….

The only good news was that Little Flower's eyes seemed to have become more normal, and he had used that purple leaf to cure her. It was said that as long as she didn't use any strength, she wouldn't bleed, so Liu Wei An temporarily didn't understand the meaning of using strength.

"Yi, there are so many people here. What are you doing, playing hide-and-seek?" Adai asked curiously.

Section error, point this report (registration free) we will deal with as soon as possible. After reporting, please wait patiently and refresh the page.

: