One punch, one palm, one kick.

Three tricks.

With just three moves, the three black savages lay on the ground and screamed.

Although Zhao Ganyu was a little angry, he did not speak because he knew that the old man Zihai was already showing mercy. Otherwise, it would be as simple as if they were lying on the ground and spitting a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Bang!"

A loud bang!

"Karat!" Another sound of bones folding in half.

Zhuang Yan covered his arms in pain, but he didn't dare to speak out because he had just opened fire on the old man with purple hair.

But what he never expected was that the old man with purple hair avoided the fatal moment at the first time and jumped out one after another. The next moment, his arm was twisted, and the charge was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by the old man with purple hair.

"Boy! If you dare to anger me again, I will let you know how to write the word "death"!" The old man with purple hair slowly closed his eyes, put one hand in front and the other hand behind him, his calm look as if something had not happened just now.

If it weren't for the fact that the few people on the ground were screaming and howling, everyone would have mistakenly thought it was just an illusion.

Can a person's speed reach this level?

The answer is, because everyone has seen this scene, but only Zhuang Yan opened fire. If Zhuang Yan knew in advance that it would be useless to the old man with purple hair, I believe he is the same as everyone else and will not open fire.

No one dared to speak casually, but their eyes were staring at the old purple-haired man.

Zhuang Yan finally knew why everyone was charging but not firing.

It’s not that they don’t want to open the fire, but that even if they want to open the fire, it’s useless. Just because it’s equivalent to angering the old man in front of them.

The old man with purple hair raised his head high and looked at everyone with his nose, expressing his contempt.

"Okay, I'll go! Don't hurt them, I'll go with you!" Zhao Ganyu reluctantly let go of Li Moxian's tender white hands, and Li Moxian's face was full of worry.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll come back again." Zhao Ganyu said softly to Li Moxian.

"Yeah! You must come back."

Li Moxian nodded obediently. He knew that Zhao Ganyu didn't want everyone to be injured. Although she didn't want Zhao Ganyu to leave with the old man, she knew that if the old man was rejected in this situation, the old man would probably start a massacre because of a disagreement.

The old man had seen him with his own eyes. Now when he saw the old man with purple hair, he was going to take Zhao Ganyu away. In fact, each of them was unwilling to do so, but there was nothing he could do. This was the gap in strength.

Even if they have weapons, they have seen the old man's strength before. It is almost not dangerous for him, and it will even arouse the old man's anger. Even if Zhao Ganyu wants to leave, they will die.

"Then let's go, why are you still sluggish?" Si Wanjue's personality seemed to be very decisive, and he would do whatever he wanted, and would do whatever he wanted immediately. He felt a little impatient between his purple eyebrows.

Zhao Ganyu walked out, looked at everyone like him, and finally looked at Zihao and Li Moxian, and said to Zihao: "Zihao! Help me take good care of Moxian, Brother He Mingjie, Brother Lu Feng, help me take good care of everyone."

Wu Zihao originally wanted to scold the old man Zihai, but when he recalled the scene just now and the situation that the old man Zihai was calm in the face of this situation, and at that time, the counterattack of killing people with empty hands, Zihao still endured the displeasure in his heart and swallowed the breath in a muffled voice.

Wu Zihao finally knew the strength of the purple-haired old man. Zhao Ganyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing He Mingjie and Lu Feng nodded, he looked at the three black savages again.

He said to the three savages: "I will come back."

The black savage who could understand Zhao Ganyu's words said something to the other two savages, and he didn't know what he was saying, but everyone obviously knew that the savages were saying that he was leaving.

Although the three black savages wanted to follow, they were injured by the old man with purple hair just now. Now they want to go up, but they are afraid of angering the old man. Finally, under the threatening look of the old man with purple hair, they chose to compromise.

"Boy, will you leave? If you don't leave, I will start a big killing!" The old man with purple hair obviously reached his limit.

Before Zhao Ganyu could say goodbye, there was no hesitation. The old man purple-haired had no time left for him. He picked up Zhao Ganyu's back and grabbed a large ball of clothes, and stomped his feet and stood up toward the air.

In just a blink of an eye, the old man purple-haired and Zhao Ganyu disappeared. Everyone was lost for a long time. No one could have imagined that a wonderful dinner would become like this...

The purple-haired old man took in exquisite steps, and the confused environment flew quickly past in front of his eyes.

In the woods, under the moonlight, the purple-haired old man was running wildly with a young man.

The purple-haired old man didn't run fast at the beginning, but as he ran, he was running all the way...

"Ahhhh!"

A large group of two-meter-sized white wolves were preparing to encircle the old man with purple hair, but the old man with purple hair made a move and swept out a large piece. Then he didn't even look at it, and continued to pull Zhao Ganyu's clothes on his back and traveled far away.

The group of white wolves were stunned, and they were all panting with their tongues, as if asking about a silver-haired wolf.

The silver-haired wolf shook his head at the group of white wolves, as if he was signaling them not to chase them again.

At this time, a person crawled out from behind a pile of soil. That person was not afraid of white wolves. The white wolves did not react at all when they saw that person, as if they were seeing similar people.

The man squeezed in from the white wolf pack, rubbed his hands and swallowed his saliva, and got into the inner circle from the wolf pack.

If Zhao Ganyu was still here, he would definitely recognize this person, who was Wang Jiahui's subordinate, Liu Tong, the bearded man.

"Huh? There are such strong people among you humans?" A wolf with silver hair about one meter high and three meters long was tilting his neck with a humanized and depressed expression, as if he was unwilling to believe that the situation in front of him was true.

The bearded Liu Tong timidly came to the silver-haired wolf, and said with a flattering and smirking: "Hehe, wolf leader, I know one of them. His name is Zhao Ganyu, but I don't know the old man with purple hair."

"Oh, do you know?" The silver-haired wolf tilted his head in the other direction, looking suspiciously at the bearded Liu Tong, as if he was a little unbelievable.

"It seems that this matter is reported to the Wolf King, come with me."
Chapter completed!