Chapter 107: victory

It's not over yet, the rope dragged the dozen people to a high place, and a dozen stone pillars rose below them.

The rope suddenly dropped, and these dozen people smashed heavily on the stone pillars-fortunately, the top of the stone pillars was not very sharp...

"Puff!" The voice sounded, the faces of these dozen people flushed suddenly, and their eyes almost protruded from their sockets.

There was also a "uh uh" sound in his throat.

The people onlookers who watched this scene subconsciously covered their ass.

Rise, fall.

Rise again, fall again.

Xiao Zhe had a good time, but the dozen or so fighters in it didn't think so.

The vindictiveness of several intermediate fighters has been shattered, and they can only rely on their physical strength to carry them.

But soon, these people couldn't hold it anymore.

The rise of Xiao Zhewan actually no longer allowed them to rise and fall together. Instead, he simply played the piano and listened carefully. It turned out to be the melody of victory...

Yin Hui's face was getting more and more ugly. He thought that the hands he brought this time would be enough to slash the hateful magician.

Unexpectedly, the person lost this time was even bigger.

Last time I was in the courtyard of the inn, but this time I came to the avenue in front of the inn. There were no one thousand people onlookers but eight hundred people.

I am afraid that within a few days, he will become a big joke in Huajingcheng.

"Mr. Zhang, this magician is too arrogant!" Yin Hui's pale face was distorted because of his anger. He turned his head and said to the man in the black cloak beside him, "Now I can only rely on you!"

"Second Young Master, this magician...I'm afraid I'm not his opponent." Mr. Zhang was silent for a while before he said, "No, it's not'I'm afraid', I am definitely not his opponent!"

"Why, are you scared?" Yin Hui's face was full of hideous expressions, which made him look terrifying, "My Yin family's food, you ate for nothing? Don't forget, it was my father who saved him back then. It's your son's life, otherwise he wouldn't know which stinking ditch he died in!"

Mr. Zhang was silent for a while, and bowed in salute.

"I see!"

"Give it to me, kill him, you must kill him for me!" Yin Hui waved his hand and pointed to Xiao Zhe who was doing "art creation" there.

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything, just lifted off his cloak.

An old man with gray hair and a scar on his face appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing exquisite leather armor, and looking at its color, it turned out to be made of the leather of a high-level monster.

He took a silent step forward, but this step seemed to break through the shackles of space and appeared directly beside the people who were constantly ups and downs.

Draw out the long sword, swing it casually, and a long humming sound like a dragon's roar rang out for a long time.

Randomly patted the stone pillars and dirt ropes with the spine of the sword, and these things that looked like devil's tentacles turned into fine soil and fell on the ground.

Following the fall, there were also low-level warriors who were almost fainting.

He took another step and came to the mid-level fighter who was still struggling to persevere. The old tricks were repeated and they were rescued.

Xiao Zhe was already playing starsky, but he was suddenly interrupted, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

But after seeing Mr. Zhang, his expression finally became a little serious.

"Oh? Finally something a little bit more powerful!"