Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2807

"This guy, why are you talking like a god?" Han Ling'er muttered angrily.

"I'm afraid he didn't just talk casually." Ding Rui said, she had noticed some people moving outside before, but now it's getting more and more westward, and there should be no one except them, even the one sent by Helen Zhe The spies are all in hiding.

"There seems to be something wrong!" Mo Xian looked at the sky, the air was getting drier, and even the moisture in his body seemed to be evaporating rapidly.

"No, we have to go back, otherwise I will become a mummy." Han Ling'er said, her skin became much rougher in just a short while, as if exposed to the sun, rain and wind for a long time.

"If we go back now, will we be besieged!" Mo Xian smiled, they had just been chased out, if they went back now, it would definitely be a provocation to those warriors.

"He has already gone back, why can't we go back!" Han Ling'er said, and started to walk back.

Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, they had wasted so much effort to run out, and now they are going back again, it seems a little nervous.

Soon, the temporary gathering place was already in the memory. Those warriors who chased and killed them had already dispersed. Obviously, they didn't expect them to come back again.

Although the downcast warrior walked unhurriedly, he had already entered the temporary gathering place first, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Isn't it too high-profile for us to go back like this?" Mo Xian smiled.

"It seems a bit!" Han Ling'er nodded, and said excitedly: "If there is a fight, we will drive them away and occupy this place."

Hearing this, Mo Xian was taken aback, Han Ling'er's words really had the aura of a mountain king.

At this time, after seeing Mo Xian and the others, the warriors wandering around the door were slightly taken aback, and then their expressions changed slightly. One of them ran back quickly, probably to report.

Mo Xian didn't care, since there would be unknown dangers outside, of course they had to come back.

Taking advantage of not many people noticing them, Mo Xian and his party immediately entered the gathering point.

In fact, not many people saw their faces clearly. The situation was quite chaotic at that time. Most people basically joined in the fun and followed the crowd, and some even didn't even see them.

After returning to the gathering point, Mo Xian still had a strange expression on his face. They were chased out just now, and they came back grandiosely.

There were still many pedestrians on the street, but no one noticed Mo Xian and them at all.

After all, most people here are strangers to each other, and it is not surprising to see a few strangers.

It's just that occasionally someone would notice the strange combination of Mo Xian and the others and would take a second look, but most likely they would be looking at Han Ling'er and Ding Rui.

Soon, Mo Xian and the others heard a commotion ahead.

Mo Xian's heart moved, and he immediately leaned forward.

Those warriors who joined in the fun only felt a huge force coming, forced them to squeeze to both sides, and immediately started cursing, but they didn't react too aggressively, after all, it's normal for people to be crowded in this situation.

After parting the crowd, Mo Xian immediately saw a group of people beating a warrior who was lying on the ground.

After seeing it clearly, Mo Xian suddenly felt very strange in his heart. The one who was beaten was the downcast warrior from before.

"Smelly beggar, don't come out and wander around if you have nothing to do."

"What a bitch, after being beaten so many times, he's still alive."

In fact, before Mo Xian and the others came, the down-and-out warrior had been beaten more than once. Every time he didn't resist much, he was beaten half to death, but soon he was able to move freely again.

In fact, there is no one who has any grudges against him, and no one even knows who he is, but it is uncomfortable to see him dangling under their noses.

The downtrodden martial artist is almost famous here, and some people who have nowhere to vent their anger will find trouble with him, and it's the same this time.

Although he was being beaten, the downcast martial artist remained silent, curled up on the ground looking pitiful.

"It deserves it!" Han Ling'er said angrily.

Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, and he didn't bother to save the down-and-out warrior. He even had a strange feeling that the down-and-out warrior enjoyed being beaten.

"Why don't you meddle in your own business this time?" Seeing that Mo Xian had no intention of making a move, Han Ling'er asked curiously.

"Do I seem like someone who likes to meddle in other people's business?" Mo Xian asked helplessly.

"Like!" Han Ling'er nodded seriously.

"Uh..." Mo Xian laughed dryly and said, "Don't watch it, don't put us in it."

While speaking, he had already turned around and was about to leave.

At the moment he turned around, he saw the eyes of the downcast warrior.

Although he was beaten badly, the downcast martial artist's eyes were still deep, giving people a feeling of bottomlessness.

Mo Xian was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't care, and left quickly.

After fighting for a while, those warriors felt that it was boring. After all, the downtrodden warriors didn't make a sound or fight back.

And the down-and-out warrior had already been beaten to the point where he was out of human shape. He did not know how many bones on his body were broken, and many places were twisted weirdly.

However, it didn't take long before he stood up by himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and staggered towards the other side of the street.

A passer-by seemed to want to go to the hand addiction and beat up the downcast martial artist, but was held back by his companion.

"Forget it, this guy doesn't even want his life, who knows what will happen."

Thinking about it, it is true, everyone said that he was afraid of death, this downcast warrior has been beaten for so long, and he is still intimidating. Seeing him passing by, other warriors backed away one after another, with a mocking look on their faces, But more is actually fear.

Not long after, the down-and-out warrior disappeared at the end of the street, not knowing where to go to lick his wounds alone.

He is like this every time, and after two or three days at most, he will appear in everyone's sight again.

"What, they're back again?" After hearing the news of Mo Xian's group's return, the chubby warrior sprayed out the tea he had just drunk.

"I saw it with my own eyes. They came in from another entrance, and the beggar came back." A martial artist said anxiously.

The chubby warrior's face was very gloomy. He never thought of such a thing.

But not to mention that it was getting late at this time, even in the daytime it was quite difficult to find a few people in this mixed place.

"Go and post the portraits of those people. We must find them out tomorrow." The chubby warrior said after pondering for a while.

After being tricked by Han Ling'er, he couldn't help thinking about it. He would not give up such a good opportunity.

(End of this chapter)