C1657 The Five Great Ancient Martial Artists
However, the Stinger clearly did not expect Ye Hong to say such words so directly.
When these words were said, it immediately angered Jin Wuyi and the Stinger until they both became furious.
"Don't let him talk nonsense anymore. Quickly chop this brat into pieces and feed him to the fish!"
Jin Wuyi greeted with all his might. Together with Stinger, the two of them attacked Ye Hong from the left and right.
This time, those vines could not protect Ye Hong. Instead, they became a hindrance to his footsteps.
However, Ye Hong's face did not change at all.
He only patted the tree trunk beside him gently. He said lightly, "Guard sir. If you don't come out again, you will lose your job.
If you slack off in work, you'll have to increase your working years!"
"Why are you as long-winded as Tang Seng?!"
An angry roar came from the sky above the dense forest.
With a bang, Martial Arts Fanatic was like a huge iron tower, directly sitting on the empty space in front of Ye Hong with a big fart.
The entire ground shook a few times from the impact.
Martial Arts Fanatic's appearance made Jin Wuyi and Stinger stop in their steps and look at him with vigilance.
Martial Arts Fanatic's name was known by everyone in Ancient Martial Realm.
Although it was not a good name, it was.
"Jin Wuyi, how can a husband like you be willing to come out of your manor?
Aren't you afraid that your enemies will cut you up and feed you to pigs?"
Martial Arts Fanatic scratched his nose and looked at Jin Wuyi in surprise.
The corner of Jin Wuyi's mouth twitched. Before he could counterattack, Martial Arts Fanatic looked at the Stinger on the other side.
He complained. "Do you know that I was killed by an old hag like you?
It was because I didn't catch you last time that I was forced to be this kid's bodyguard for ten years!
Ten years!
Do you know what that means?
"I might even be working for this kid before I step into the coffin!"
However, Martial Arts Fanatic's words were like a fire thrown into the Stinger's heart, directly igniting the explosive anger in her heart.
She recalled the shameful scene of her mask being removed by Martial Arts Fanatic.
"Go to hell!"
The Stinger waved its trident and stabbed at Martial Arts Fanatic.
"Good!"
Just as Martial Arts Fanatic was about to attack and drive, Jin Wuyi grabbed the Stinger and warned her in a low voice, "Don't forget our plan!"
Although the Stinger was unwilling, it still forced itself to calm down and retreat.2
"Tch! Boring."
Martial Arts Fanatic stood in front of Ye Hong casually. "Tell me about the plan."
Jin Wuyi sneered and said to Martial Arts Fanatic and Ye Hong, "In fact, everything is in our plan today.
Ye Hong, do you really think that I don't know about the news about Martial Arts Fanatic?"
Ye Hong narrowed his eyes and waited for Jin Wuyi to continue.
Jin Wuyi clapped his hands in the air with a smug look on his face. "Ally, it's your turn."
"Shua!"
A silver ray of light rushed over from the forest at lightning speed and stopped on the branches of the big tree.
The two figures, one old and one young, stood on the tree branch and looked down.
Diwu Qinglan sat leisurely on the tree trunk. Her pair of jade feet swayed back and forth. She smiled and said, "Ye Hong, you really did not disappoint me. You came to Golden Sand Island.
It was not in vain that I sprinkled objects with my aura in the sea along the way."
Ye Hong did not speak. He only slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man beside Diwu Qinglan.
He was dressed in scholarly robes and was meticulous. He stood in the air like a pine tree.
Of course, this man was Silver-Brush Painter, who had saved Diwu Qinglan the last time. He was also a Ancient Taoism Martial Arts Stage warrior.
Seeing Ye Hong looking at him, Silver-Brush Painter bowed towards him and said in a deep voice, "I have offended you today."
Today, in this tiny little Golden Sand Island, five Ancient Dao Martial experts were gathered all at once!
If news of this spread to Ancient Martial Realm, it would definitely cause a huge commotion.
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