3790: C3790 Everyone's Treasure(part I)

C3790 Everyone's Treasure(part I)

Special Protective Equipments were not rare in Top Kingdom. Even the stronger Militia Soldier's team was. They might be equipped with high grade equipment, but. . . In fact, even if they were placed in the Top Kingdom, they might not be able to find such a powerful special Protective Equipment. One should know that the special Protective Equipment under Lin Hao's hands was basically the pinnacle of king grade special Protective Equipments.2

At least, in their point of view, it should be like this, because they had never seen such an arrogant and unreasonable special Protective Equipment before.

The special Protective Equipment that Lin Hao personally forged should be like this.

Lin Hao glanced at the group of Maple Forest Manor Militia Soldier, and could see the envy and jealousy in their eyes. Lin Hao did not exaggerate or ridicule them, but simply sneered, "A group of country bumpkins. "

A young man who came out from the border town of Lower-class Kingdom actually said that the Imperial Mansion's Militia Soldier from the Top Kingdom was a country bumpkin. If this was any other time, they would have already scolded him. But now. . . They could only swallow their anger.

Because what Lin Hao said was the truth. They had never seen such a luxurious and powerful Protective Equipment before. This was not a powerful Protective Equipment that they could understand, nor was it a treasure that they could recognize.

This time, Maple Forest Manor Militia Soldier suddenly lost a lot of face. Facing such a luxurious special Protective Equipment, they were more like country bumpkins who had never seen anything before. Such a powerful and special Protective Equipment was a treasure no matter where it was placed. How could they, Militia Soldier, be able to see it?

"Damn it, let's attack together! Let's kill this brat! His treasure is ours!"

Maple Forest Manor Militia Soldier's face turned red. After being mercilessly humiliated by Lin Hao, they realized that they were truly untouchable existences. However, this had stimulated their killing intent. Even if Lin Hao had thousands of treasures, as long as they could kill him, they would be able to kill him. Wouldn't that mean that all the treasures would change owners?

Although two Militia Soldier had been killed by Lin Hao with a single strike, everyone was still rushing towards Lin Hao like crazy. They knew very well that if they couldn't take Lin Hao down, they would lose more than just their face.

"Heh, just a bunch of ants who don't know the difference between life and death. . . "

Lin Hao waved his Longsword, and a sword Qi that was filled with a fiery light slashed towards the crowd. The group of Militia Soldier hurriedly responded to it, but when they finally got away, they found that Lin Hao had already disappeared from where he stood.

"What are you all looking for? Are you all looking for death?"

At the same time when everyone lost Lin Hao, Lin Hao's cold voice suddenly sounded in the sky. All the Militia Soldier were shocked. They turned around and saw Lin Hao's Longsword was pressed against Militia Soldier's throat.

"Damn it! Why is his speed so fast?"

All the Militia Soldier were shocked. Although they had experienced Lin Hao's movement technique before, now that they were looking at him face to face, they could feel the despair in Lin Hao's speed.

"You think you can trap me with just you alone? Raise your head up high!"

Militia Soldier, who was pressed against his throat by Lin Hao's Longsword, was somewhat irritable. Even though Lin Hao's Longsword was pressed against his throat, he still let out a roar of unwillingness. The violent Spiritual Energy on his body surged crazily. In the next second. . .

In the next second, Militia Soldier's head was thrown high into the air. Along with the blood that splashed all over the sky, one could vaguely see the corner of Lin Hao's mouth that was slightly raised. He was a pretty good young man, but unfortunately, he was still too young.

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