Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 183 Long Fei, Golden Tiger

A day passed in a blink of an eye.

Mo Lin found three more piles of corpses in the jungle, two of them were old students of the academy, and the other was a freshman of the North Academy.

The shadow of death weighed down on Mo Lin's heart like a mountain, making him feel heavy and almost breathless.

He really wanted to see who that frenzied veteran team was, who dared to kill people and rob money so recklessly.

In a mountain depression ten miles away from where the two of Mo Lin were.

A team of veterans is gathering to rest and replenish their strength.

Nine out of ten people are fourth-level martial artists, and the captain is named Jin Hu, who is a master at the peak of the fifth-level Soul Yuanjing. This team is placed among all the old students, and its strength can definitely squeeze into the top three.

Suddenly, a group of people came not far away. They were dressed in old clothes, and everyone was ragged. Their bodies were covered with blood mist, and they were in a state of embarrassment, as if they had just experienced a bloody battle.

"It's a pity, if it's a freshman, we'll grab their vote."

Seeing that they were old students, the people in the team immediately lost interest, while Jin Hu frowned and looked at the group of companions who came over.

"Brother, I have met a savior. I was besieged by a group of freshmen just now, and I finally escaped. Do you have any healing medicine? Can you borrow some first?"

A white-faced young man who looked like a captain in the new team of old students asked with a smile.

As old students standing in the united front against freshmen, it is right to help each other. Someone in Jinhu's team took out some hemostatic medicine from the storage bag and handed it over, and some chatty people started to strike up a conversation, asking which freshmen The number, strength, and where of those who were besieged, only Jin Hu was silent, and his eyes kept shaking back and forth on these ten people.

The ten wounded were very talkative, and the leader, the white-faced youth, came and sat down beside Jin Hu.

"Brother, have you had a good harvest these days? Have you encountered any difficult bones?"

"Which branch are you from?"

Jin Hu didn't respond to his overtures, but asked blankly.

The white-faced youth smiled and said, "North courtyard."

"North courtyard? What's your name?" Jin Hu still had no expression on his face.

"Long Fei."

"Long Fei..."

Jin Hu frowned, and quickly searched for the name in his brain, but he found it was very strange and he didn't have any impression.

Seeing Jin Hu's expression, the pale-faced young man who called himself Long Fei had a strange look in his eyes, suddenly pointed to a forest in front of him, and said in surprise: "No, Fang Qiansheng is here!"

Fang Qiansheng, the master who ranked first in the first round of trials, his reputation has spread throughout the academy, and he is one of the few freshmen that old students are least willing to meet. Fang Qiansheng can definitely be ranked first if it can make old students frightened.

Jin Hu and others are no exception.

Hearing Long Fei's shout, all Jin Hu's people trembled in fright. Looking in the direction of his finger, the forest in the distance was as quiet as still water, and there was no one at all.

Also at this time.

Variation protrusions.

Five of the nine old students who came with Long Fei had an extra sharp blade in their hands, and the four palms gleamed with the light of soul essence, and they slammed on the body of the golden tiger companion beside them.

Puff puff...

The poor Jin Hu companion was defenseless against Long Fei's people, and was hit by a single blow from the opponent. Before he could even scream, he fell down with painful and puzzled eyes.

Long Fei was not idle when his subordinates shot.

A dagger that he had hidden in his sleeve for a long time slipped into the palm of his hand silently, and with a cold light, it stabbed at Jin Hu's back.

Jin Hu is a fifth-level martial artist and has a very keen sense of danger. Although he was startled by Long Fei's sudden shout, the cold murderous intent coming from around him was far more arousing to him than the words 'Fang Qiansheng' Instinctive response to danger.

A roar.

The soul essence of the fifth-level peak powerhouse of the soul essence realm burst out.

It was too late to dodge.

With a violent heat wave, Jin Hu's fist tore open the space and hit Long Fei's nose.

puff!

Long Fei's dagger pierced deeply into Jin Hu's back, and the fist of his other hand met Jin Hu's iron fist.

Pong!
When the two fists collided, Jin Hu was instantly sent flying. He vomited blood in mid-air, and Long Fei was also shocked back a step.

Jin Hu fell heavily to the ground, his arm was shattered, but he jumped up suddenly after landing, a tiger-shaped phantom appeared on his body, turned around and rushed towards the woods behind him, and got into it after a few ups and downs. in the forest.

"Chase!"

Long Fei was a bit surprised that he failed to kill Jinhu with one blow. Two of his subordinates rushed out after hearing the order and rushed into the woods.

Time passed slowly, and not long after, the two returned.

"What about people?"

"I ran away, and disappeared as soon as I entered the woods. It seems that some secret method was used, leaving no trace." A subordinate replied.

Long Fei frowned, glanced at the dagger that was half stained red with blood, and said, "Forget it, his heart veins were pierced and his arms were shattered, so he probably won't live long. Clean the battlefield and find the next one." a goal."

"Boss, this guy is not easy. He can escape with a pierced heart, and he should not be far from a sixth-level martial artist." One of them said while collecting tokens.

"The old students of Fengshen Academy were eliminated because they were too old and there was no room for improvement. Do you think they are all vulnerable waste? If that is the case, do you still need Brother Long to lead the team? We can clean it up. said another.

"That's right, boss, who was the one who ran away just now? Do you know him?"

Long Fei said lightly: "It should be Jinhu from the North Court."

"It's him? No wonder, according to the information on the data, he is one of the top ten must-kill targets. He awakened the Flame Tiger Wuhun among the Beast Wuhuns. He is a genuine fifth-level powerhouse. It is said that he offended The dean was thrown into the trial competition, and it is really not easy to fight back under the surprise attack of the boss."

Soon, several people took the token and storage bag from the corpse, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

Not long after Long Fei and the others left, a rock in the woods not far from the corpse suddenly cracked, revealing the figure of Jin Hu.

Jin Hu's face was pale, his chest heaved violently, his panting sound was like a broken bellows being pulled, and blood gushed from the wound on his back.

In order to hide his figure, he used a rare disguise magic weapon, afraid of being noticed that his aura fluctuated, he didn't even dare to use soul essence to stop the bleeding. If Long Fei and the others didn't leave in a hurry, he would bleed to death in a short time.

Opening the storage bag, Jin Hu took out two pills and swallowed them, then applied a handful of hemostatic powder on the wound, tore his clothes into strips and barely made a bandage, and wrapped it around his chest several times to block the wound Then he stumbled and walked in the opposite direction to Long Fei and the others, but just after walking far, he was exhausted, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)