1237: C1237 He Could Beat Ten

C1237 He Could Beat Ten

A few days later, the wounds on Ye Ziheng's body had almost fully recovered. The two dragon horn horses had also recovered their energy. The two of them mounted their dragon horn horses and left Heshui City.1

"Cultivate well. When you break through to the Eighth Level Genuine Martial Stage, I'll bring you to those guys from before for revenge."

Bai Musheng said to Ye Ziheng while riding on his horse.

Ye Ziheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, but he soon realized something.

"Revenge? Are those guys who attacked me last night?"

Bai Musheng nodded.

"One Level Eight and two Level Six. They are not very strong."

"Isn't there another Seventh Layer?"

Ye Ziheng said. He remembered it very clearly. He even remembered that guy's name was Kui Lie. Because that guy was the one who smashed the giant hammer onto Ye Ziheng's head. Ye Ziheng was almost smashed to death.

"That guy, he's dead."

Bai Musheng said casually, as if the person who died wasn't a person, but a wild grass that no one cared about.

Seeing Bai Musheng say that, Ye Ziheng did not say anything else. He nodded and leaned against the horse, continuing to sleep.

But not long after walking out, Bai Musheng suddenly pulled the reins of his dragon horn horse, stopping it.

Ye Ziheng, who was standing by the side, also felt something. He immediately got up from the horse's back and looked around with a vigilant look on his face.

"Did you sense it?"

Bai Musheng revealed a faint smile and said to Ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng nodded.

"It seems like someone has surrounded us."

After saying that, he took out the Longsword from the Storage Ring.

Bai Musheng was still the same as before. With a smile on his face, he quietly looked at the small path in front of him. Not long after that, a group of fellows wearing beast skin armor appeared in front of them.

Immediately after that, a group of fellows wearing beast skin armor appeared from all directions. They carried the Magical Treasure weapons in their hands and pointed them at Ye Ziheng and Bai Musheng on the Dragon Horn Horse.

Ye Ziheng looked at these people wearing beast skin armor in front of him, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed. At least, he wasn't as nervous as he was at the beginning.

Although these guys looked aggressive, their cultivation levels weren't very high. They were all Third Sky Genuine Martial Stage warriors, a bunch of weak chickens. There were only fifty of them in total. Ye Ziheng alone was enough to defeat all of them.

However, judging from their uniform armor and equipment, they shouldn't be bandits by the roadside. They should be regular soldiers.

As expected, not long after these soldiers surrounded Ye Ziheng and Bai Musheng. A man wearing a red battle robe with a three-foot Longsword on his waist and a white horse with no flowers on his feet slowly walked out. Beside him were two men wearing blue battle robes. And these two men's cultivation base had actually reached the eighth level of the Genuine Martial Stage.

However, judging from the expressions on their faces, they didn't seem to have any courage or killing intent. On the contrary, they looked harmless. It seemed like they hadn't experienced many wars. They had not even fought a war. They had only stayed at home and trained day and night.

These martial dummies were not worth mentioning. Although their strength was strong, their ability to control their strength was not necessarily stronger than a Mortal Martial Stage warrior who had gone through hundreds of battles. Ye Ziheng alone could totally defeat ten of them.

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