After all, Xu Hongfei is a martial artist who is successful in qi training. Although he was beaten up by several experienced bodyguards at the beginning, after recovering, he immediately beat the few people to the point of being bleeding....≦

At this time, his face was already covered with black blue, but he still walked to the beaten boy and stretched out his hand to help the other party up.

"I don't need anyone to help me."

However, the young man pushed away his palm without even looking, and got up silently. Xu Hongfei looked at the boy's stubborn back, and a moment of surprise flashed across his face. Finally, he could only walk back in the direction of Zuo Zhicheng.

Seeing Xu Hongfei coming over with a purple-green look, Zuo Zhicheng said lightly: "Remember in the future, before your fist is as hard as the sword, no matter what kind of battle you fight, look for weapons first.

Even the legs, brushes, and abacus are much more powerful than your soft fist.”

"I understand." Xu Hongfei said with his head down.

After a pause, Zuo Zhicheng continued, "Although you beat those stunts, they may not dare to mess with you anymore. But that little beggar is probably going to be retaliated."

Xu Hongfei raised his head: "How could it be..."

Zuo Zhicheng's voice seemed to have a magical power: "I told you before that they are the lowest class in the world. They are weak, so they can only find people who are weaker than themselves. At that time, it may not be as simple as today, being beaten up."

Xu Hongfei immediately reacted. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that Zuo Zhicheng was completely correct. He asked subconsciously: "What should I do?"

"The easiest way is to kill those stooges." Zuo Zhicheng shrugged and said.

Xu Hongfei's face immediately changed: "But... they will not die if they are guilty."

The fat man on the side didn't say anything from beginning to end, but when he heard the conversation between Zuo Zhicheng and Xu Hongfei, he thought to himself: "So that's it, is this kid a young man? But my master was not so gentle at the beginning. He gave me a knife and locked me up with a death row prisoner for five days and five nights."

Xu Hongfei has a bit of justice, or a bit of the teenager's feelings of yearning for light, justice, and chivalrous justice.

Zuo Zhicheng has no opinion on this kind of relationship, nor does he think there is anything wrong with this kind of relationship. But since Xu Hongfei is taken under his command, there are obviously many things he will have to do in the future that are inconsistent with these.

So while Xu Hongfei is not old and is still loyal to him and is easier to brainwash, Zuo Zhicheng intends to subtly change his values ​​slightly to make him more suitable for doing things in the dark.

"You decide for yourself." Zuo Zhicheng said casually: "You bear the consequences for what you do."

A contradictory flashed in Xu Hongfei's eyes, and he looked at the beggar boy who was still wandering in the inn. One thought came out one by one, and he overthrew one by one.

At this moment, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly frowned and looked towards the entrance of the inn. There were a group of people with old and young, men and women, who looked simple and even a little shabby.

Seeing Zuo Zhicheng looking over, the fat men on the side asked, "Sir, are there any problems?"

"Look at these people. Are they from Hell Gate?"

The fat man was shocked when he heard this and followed him to see his eyes that had been doing intelligence for many years, and he immediately saw a lot of problems.

"Not sure, but there is definitely a problem. The clothes don't fit. They don't look their own. The luggage is too heavy, but it doesn't seem like it can be picked up by ordinary people. There are also several protruding parts under the clothes, which seem to be weapons..."

Zuo Zhicheng also saw these problems, but the biggest problem for him was that in the infrared sight, the flow of power that was the same as that of several Hell Gate martial arts, revealed a trace of Hell Gate.

"Just have any problems." Zuo Zhicheng suddenly said to the pair of people who were registering in the inn: "Did you come from the north?"

The leader of the team was an old man with a big white hat. Hearing this, he said, "Yes, the north is too chaotic now, we all escaped all the way."

Zuo Zhicheng took a small sip of water and said slowly: "It has been very messy recently, but those who are actually besieged are all from Hell's Gate."

The old man in charge flashed a hint of panic that no one could notice in his eyes, and suddenly he laughed and said, "This hero, you can't joke around. Why are we old, weak, sick and disabled people from Hell?"

The people from the martial arts world around him also looked over when they heard this. In an instant, there seemed to be people looking in the old man in every direction in the entire hall. He couldn't help but sweat in his forehead.

Zuo Zhicheng's eyes emitted a cold light, and he stared at the old man tightly and said, "Hell Gate is the main god of Hell. If you are not, just scold Hell Hell as a waste."

Hell Gate is an evil sect, a religiously-believed evil sect. Everyone in their sect believes in Hell Yama, respectfully calling the sect leader the Holy Son of Yama, and asking the old man to insult Hell Yama, is obviously a good test method.

When the old man heard Zuo Zhicheng's words, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he pondered and never spoke. Seeing him like this, the people around him immediately became ready to move, and the sounds of insulting the Hell Gate continued.

Even the young men behind the old man showed anger on their faces, while the children were all frightened.

‘Too tender.’ Zuo Zhicheng saw everything, pinched off a corner of the table, put the ordinary triangle in his hand and threw it at the old man.

When the hand was thrown, everyone could only see a flash of black shadows, accompanied by gusts of wind and thunder. At the critical moment, the old man slapped out his palm and blocked a young man, but when his palm touched the wooden block, he only felt empty and had no power.

"I've been fooled!"

Obviously, Zuo Zhicheng's power calculation was very clever. When the wooden block fell on the head of the young man behind the old man, the force had been exhausted and was not enough to hurt people.

With a palm, the old man immediately predicted that Zuo Zhicheng was testing whether he could do martial arts. However, when he expected this, it was too late. Almost the moment he slapped the wooden block, Zuo Zhicheng had pinched and pried open the three wooden boards again and threw them at the old man one by one.

This time, there was obviously a little more force. The old man couldn't react at all. He heard three sounds of bangs. A wooden block had already smashed his hat, and a handful of black and shiny hair scattered out. The second fast wooden block rubbed his cheeks, and the torn air directly cut through his human skin mask, revealing a touch of white and tender skin.

The last piece of wood directly swung the clothes on his shoulders, causing his coat to fall completely, revealing a blue gauze dress and a blood-red bracelet.

The fat man's eyes opened wide in an instant and shouted, "It's the soul-catching messenger of the Impermanent Camp, the Ghost Queen!"

Obviously, this team of Hell Gate was disguised all the way and wanted to escape from the Northern Wilderness, but unexpectedly, Zuo Zhicheng discovered it here.

In an instant, everyone in the entire inn hall was unsheathed, and everyone looked at the team of people from Hell Gate with a greedy look.

"Catch the ghost!"

"No one of these evil demons and heretics can be let go!"

But just as they were about to rush forward, Zuo Zhicheng's eyelids sag slightly, and the frozen runes behind him had risen, and the Ice Soul Frozen Magic Field was activated.

Words like ice hell instantly blew across everyone's face, and the chill that penetrated the bone marrow enveloped everyone present.
Chapter completed!