Chapter 108: Trap counterattack, you are just too weak! [Subscribe]

The alley is located in Xiningfang, the outer city, with low tiled houses on both sides.

There was no one around near dusk, which shows that there are not many residents here, and it is so remote that it is isolated from the noisy sounds on the street. It is a very suitable place to deal with troubles.

"Hehe!"

Wei Hong sprinkled the soft god powder into the air while walking.

When he walked to the deepest part of the alley, a barely perceptible footstep followed him and finally blocked him in the alley.

"Run, why don't you run?"

The man took off his hat.

The white-bearded old man showed a half-smile.

He obviously saw that Wei Hong was deliberately luring him here.

Maybe he was skilled and bold, or maybe what he wanted to rob was too important, so he stepped into this place without hesitation.

"This is a good place." The white-bearded old man glanced at the quiet alley and said with satisfaction: "It is very suitable for your burial place."

"Did you chase me here just to sell the materials for a few thousand taels?" Wei Hong sneered.

"Of course not!" The white-bearded old man said with a smile: "If it is an ordinary treasure appraiser, he must not know that the black-scaled python's nest likes to grow red vermilion fruit the most. It is unlucky for you to encounter it. Now that I know this news, how can I not be tempted?"

"If the black-scaled python's nest can be found, even if I die, I will pave a smooth road for my descendants, so I must get it today."

"Boy, tell me the whereabouts of the red vermilion fruit and I will spare your body. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Wei Hong suddenly realized after hearing this.

My judgment was correct. The other party really came for the red vermilion fruit.

No wonder he was so angry after seeing the black-scaled python material, and no wonder there are so many red vermilion fruits growing deep in the cave. It turns out that the black-scaled python nest is the favorite place for red vermilion fruits to grow.

Wei Hong didn't expect that he would get such a big harvest by accident near the capital of gods.

The other party was obviously a smart man. He guessed the freshness of the python material at a glance, so he naturally chased after him for this huge wealth.

Wei Hong deliberately delayed time and clapped his hands and sighed: "Awesome, awesome, I suffered a loss because of my lack of knowledge. If I knew these circumstances, I would never sell the black-scaled python material. But can you really take me?"

"Do you really think I'm a fool?" The white-bearded old man smiled and twisted his beard: "You came here by turning left and right, just to set a trap and retreat here, but you don't understand that all tricks are just jokes in front of absolute power."

Finished!

The white-bearded old man stepped forward, his aura crushing like a mighty mountain, and the surging blood and qi flowed in his thin body, which inexplicably brought a kind of majesty that looked down on all living beings.

"Hehehe!" The white-bearded old man sneered: "If you hadn't injured your bones and couldn't break through to the Bone Refining Realm, would you be worthy of me to fight in person?"

"Really?"

Wei Hong raised his eyebrows and was not panicked at all.

As expected, the white-bearded old man was definitely a figure at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm. Although his body was old and his blood and qi declined, his combat power was not comparable to that of ordinary people. I'm afraid that even Zuo Anping might not be able to defeat him.

However, the other party was still too careless.

He only thought he had to guard against Wei Hong's trap, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into the trap.

The two talked for so long, and countless soft spirit powder in the air had already been inhaled into his lungs. At this moment, after practicing, it was even circulated throughout his body with blood and qi.

"You?"

The white-bearded old man was about to take action when his face suddenly changed.

His body shook unconsciously, and he raised his hand to pour out a pill from a jade bottle and stuffed it into his mouth desperately. Obviously, he had realized that something was wrong.

"You just found out now? It's too late!"

Wei Hong roared and rushed forward.

He kicked his legs and appeared in front of the white-bearded old man like a cannonball.

The extremely strong explosive power of the Vajra Leg, coupled with the fierce power of the Collapse Mountain Fist, it was easy to bully an old martial artist who was poisoned.

Wei Hong was even too lazy to use the Burning Blood and Blood Reversal Methods.

The dense fists crushed towards the opponent like raindrops.

"Get out of the way!"

The white-bearded old man waved his palms in exasperation to resist.

The two men's hands collided and bombarded each other like afterimages, and they had exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

"Puff!"

Blood began to spurt out of the mouth of the white-bearded old man.

He could have forced Wei Hong back with one move, but under the effect of the Soft God Powder, his blood and qi stagnated, his body was soft, and he could not exert more than 30% of his strength, and it was rapidly weakening.

Under such circumstances, he was naturally crushed by Wei Hong!

"Damn it, what kind of monster are you?" The white-bearded old man roared in fear: "You are only at the initial stage of the Blood Refining Realm, why is your punch so heavy?"

"You are just too weak."

Wei Hong laughed and burst out his blood-burning talent.

He suddenly grabbed the opponent's palm and hit him hard in the heart with a knee.

"Puff!"

The white-bearded old man was directly knocked away several feet away, and directly smashed the wall of a small courtyard. There was a roar accompanied by several screams, and the huge movement immediately alarmed the people around.

"I'm sorry, I can't waste time with you anymore!"

Wei Hong pulled himself away and pounced on him.

The white-bearded old man struggled in fear and wanted to escape.

But he had already fallen from the sky like a giant ape, and his terrifying fists hit his head again and again.

"No!"

The white-bearded old man screamed and groaned.

The next moment, his head was hammered into a rotten watermelon.

Wei Hong raised his eyes with red eyes like a madman, and immediately stared at a family huddled aside and trembling. It was obvious that the wall that had just been broken was theirs.

"Don't, don't kill us!"

"Please don't kill us."

The family was already scared to death, and began to beg for mercy tremblingly.

They were afraid that this unprovoked disaster would affect them.

Wei Hong's murderous intent gradually faded, and his blood-red eyes returned to normal color. He casually threw down a hundred-liang silver note and said, "This is the money to repair the wall and calm the nerves. Please notify the government to collect the body. By the way, this is someone from Qilin Pavilion."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Thank you, sir, thank you!"

The family was full of ecstasy and disbelief!

Finally, they were relieved to see Wei Hong really leave, and their faces showed ecstasy of surviving the disaster.

However, when they saw the mess on the ground and the miserable body of the white-bearded old man, they were frightened and trembled for a long time.

"Boss, what should we do?" The middle-aged woman in coarse linen clothes hugged her daughter tightly and said in fear: "How did our family get into such a disaster? Someone died."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man scolded in a low voice.

He first hurriedly put the banknotes into his pocket, then lowered his voice and said: "I will report to the authorities immediately. You two should not run around. If the government comes to question us, we will tell the truth. It will not implicate us. Remember to keep the banknotes confidential."

"Okay, okay!"

The middle-aged woman nodded and agreed.