Those two people wanted to pinch Hong Lietao when they got into the competition, but how could Su Xin let them do so?
Jingshen pointed out that his finger strength was like thunder in an instant, and he let out a scream, directly smashing the weapon in one person's hands, causing him to retreat step by step.
In desperation, the other person was also forced back more than ten steps by Su Xin's fingers, and did not dare to do it again.
One of the fingers hit Yan Shuheng in front of him, blasting out a small hole several feet deep in the bluestone brick under his feet, and within a few steps around, it was full of cracks!
A trace of cold sweat flowed from Yan Shuheng's temples. Although he knew that Su Xin could not kill him in public, he was still shocked.
He is still not a congenital warrior. When facing a congenital warrior, the sense of powerlessness made him go crazy with fear.
Su Xin walked up to the ring and said coldly: "Why, have the rules of this Fengyun ring been changed? If you can't fight alone, you will have to fight in groups?"
The congenital martial artist whose weapon was crushed by Su Xin sternly shouted: "Mo Chentao has already been defeated, but Hong Lietao is still aggressive and wants to take his life. He is so vicious, shouldn't we save people?"
Su Xin sneered and said: "Joke! This is Fengyun Lei, not a competition. Who stipulates that killing is not allowed in Fengyun Lei?
People who are not as skilled as others were beaten to death in the arena, and they deserve it. If you are so afraid of death, you can go home and eat milk. What are you doing? "
"You! The warrior's face turned red when Su Xin refuted him, and he couldn't say a word.
Su Xin looked at Yan Zhongheng and others who were ready to move and said coldly: "If you insist on making troubles, then I, Meng, will continue, and I am not afraid of wheel battles, but life and death are fate, and if you lose your life in the ring, don't blame me, Meng People are ruthless!"
Originally, Yan Zhongheng's subordinates immediately fell silent.
The one in front of him is a strong man on the list, and even defeated Zhang Guang with one enemy and three with a joint attack.
They also saw Meng Qingze's attack just now, and he drove back two innate warriors with one blow. This strength is almost invincible at the same level.
There are more than a dozen innate warriors on their side in the wheel battle, and they have a little bit of confidence, but the problem is that Meng Qingze is obviously angry now, and it's a life-and-death fight in the ring, who dares to be the first to go up and seek death?
As the saying goes, dead friends don't die poor people, if they are allowed to play the last game, they don't mind fighting with this almost exhausted man, but for the first game, let's forget it.
Yan Shuheng said coldly: "Back off! You guys have won this game, you should choose the business route first."
Just as Su Xin said before, Yan Shuheng didn't want to spend time with them here.
Some business routes in a year are even enough for them to travel twice. It is obviously an unwise choice to fight to the death with Yan Qingxue's subordinates here.
Now even Yan Shuheng, the party involved, doesn't intend to continue the quarrel, and the others naturally have no objections, and obediently let Yan Qingxue choose.
"I choose the trade route in southern Hunan." Yan Qingxue said softly.
Yan Zhongheng and the others were taken aback.
The business routes in southern Shonan are not bad, but rather mediocre.
The trade route leading to southern Hunan is too close to Shangshan City. Even with this bloated caravan following, it would take three to four months to go back and forth.
If the speed is fast, you can even go three or even four times.
However, it is precisely because of this that the profits of Hunan's special products in Shangshan City are not very high. After all, there are other Central Plains caravans going deep into Shangshan City every year to collect these special products in Changning Mansion, which is closest to Nanman.
Only some incompetent small caravans would buy and trade these things in Shangshan City for fear of encountering robbers and thieves when they went deep into the Southern Barbarians.
Among the thirteen trade routes, the most profitable ones are of course the six trade routes leading to the Central Plains. If you pick any one, you can get ten times more profit than the one in southern Hunan.
Calculated in this way, even if you go to southern Shonan four times, it is better to go to the Central Plains once.
What Yan Zhongheng and the others were wondering was that Yan Qingxue should know all these things, but why did she choose this trade route leading to southern Hunan? Is there any conspiracy in it?
However, everyone couldn't think of any doubts for the time being, so they happily divided up the rest of the business routes and prepared to go on the road.
On the way back, Hong Lietao said to Yan Qingxue in a deep voice: "Miss Yan, I'm sorry about what happened today."
Although he is a bit reckless, he is not a fool.
If he kills Mo Chentao in public today, it will definitely attract the Mo family of Canglan Valley to trouble him.But it's a pity that those people, let alone him, Yan Shuheng, even the head of the Mo family would not be able to invite them.
Yan Shuheng said with a sad face: "Is there really no way to heal? Then what will happen to him in the future?"
The doctor shook his head and said: "The old man has exhausted all means, and there is really no other way. Although he is not a useless person in the future, it is impossible for him to exert the power of a congenital warrior.
Even he can't use his true energy, otherwise the true energy will completely tear his meridians apart, and then he will really be unable to recover. "
After finishing speaking, the doctor left directly, leaving Yan Shuheng with a dark face.
Although Mo Chentao will not become a cripple, what is the difference between a cripple and a cripple who cannot use his true energy? Just relying on his physical strength, Mo Chentao was at best equivalent to an early acquired martial artist. For Mo Chentao, who was only in his thirties, it was like becoming a useless person. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com