2447: C2447 This Is a Place That You Are Satisfied with

C2447 This Is a Place That You Are Satisfied with

At this moment, a middle-aged member of the Blood Family suddenly noticed Su Xirou, who was being carried behind Tang Ao. Seeing Su Xirou's snow white neck, the blood clan middle-aged man licked her lips, revealing her fangs, she walked towards Tang Ao with glowing eyes. Seeing the Blood Clan member approaching, Tang Ao laughed coldly in his heart. With a thought, the wind thundercloud was summoned.1

Through the battle between the purple-bone wolf and the two warriors, Tang Ao knew that the Wasteland Martial Realm was well-deserved of its reputation. Because Wasteland Martial Realm respected and respected the laws of the jungle, although the warriors here did not have the best treasures, nor the top-notch cultivation techniques, they still had the best fighting strength. There were a total of seven members of the Blood Clan here, and all of them had cultivations above Tang Ao.

If the seven of them surrounded and attacked Tang Ao together, it would still be rather difficult for Tang Ao. After riding the wind thundercloud and escaping for a distance, Tang Ao carefully sent Su Xirou to the chaotic hexagonal mirror. Just now, their escape was not because they were afraid of the blood warrior behind them, but rather, they did not want to be besieged by these Blood Tribes. Since this fellow must chase them at all costs, then don't blame Tang Ao for being impolite.

"Bastard thing, where did you hide that woman?" Seeing Tang Ao suddenly stop, the blood warrior with scarlet eyes asked. Earlier, Su Xirou had been lying right behind Tang Ao, but now she was gone. Even as a blood clan member, he was unable to feel Su Xirou's aura, which made him very angry.

"It has nothing to do with you. Are you satisfied with this place?" The place Tang Ao stopped at was an abandoned mine vein. At this place, he could see some fragments of Fire Crystal. It was obvious that, at some point in time, this place had produced a lot of Flame Crystals.

The middle aged man was startled at first, but after a moment he understood what Tang Ao meant. Immediately, the middle-aged Striker laughed without a care: "Since that woman is hidden by you, then I will drink your blood first before going to find that woman. Don't worry, I will raise that woman up and put her in a bowl of blood everyday, hahaha. "

"Buzz!" Just as he finished speaking, the spirit force around Tang Ao's body trembled, and the Primitive Saint Bow appeared in his hands. Although the middle aged man would never be able to find Su Xirou, he thought that it wouldn't be too excessive for him to die ten thousand times. Tang Ao had seen how ruthless these Blood Clans were when they attacked, and since he had already decided to make a move, he naturally would not be the least bit polite.

When Tang Ao slowly pulled the Primitive Saint Bow away, although the middle-aged Strigoi was surprised by the Primitive Saint Bow's Qi, he smiled playfully and did not seem to mind. These warriors who came from the other martial world s had average fighting strength, but they had a lot of good things on them. The golden bow in Tang Ao's hand seemed to be at least a level 6 immortal weapon in the eyes of the Blood Tribe middle-aged man.

Due to the unique laws of the world, it was very difficult for high level alchemists and refiners to appear in Wasteland Martial Realm, so it was very difficult to find high level pills and high level immortal equipment. Right now, the strongest equipment forgers in the Wasteland Martial Realm could only refine Tier 4 immortal equipment. However, because Wasteland Martial Realm did not exist, a Tier 4 immortal equipment was more than enough for him.

However, if the warriors in the Wasteland Martial Realm wanted to obtain better immortal equipment and cultivation resources, there were many ways. As a result, at the port where the Voidship were parked, there were often warriors from the Wasteland Martial Realm waiting there. The warriors who came down from the Voidship were the lambs they were waiting for.

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