The sound of ridicule is heard all the time, and it seems that human feelings are cold and warm, as cold as water.
Even if today's people are standing in a boat, but no one has stood up and offered to lend a helping hand, they are just watching coldly.
Also, when you practice for a long time and live a long life, the emotions of ordinary people will slowly become weak and even ruthless.
Even when Huang Tai first saw this, he couldn't help sarcastically saying, "cut, I thought this person was so powerful. Originally, he was just strong. He didn't have real skills. It's good to be obedient and don't move. It's good. It's over."
But these words were saved at once. Dou Qianhu angrily scolded him and shouted, "Huang Taichu, say less."
"Oh."
Huang Taichu didn't dare to answer back, but his eyes were angry and didn't say more.
In mid air, Chen Xiao watched silently. He saw that the man who gave out the knife fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood several times again. His face was pale and looked seriously injured.
"It doesn't look like pretending. Is it true that it will hurt back?" Chen Xiao looked at him with an expressionless face. His eyes were like electricity, staring at each other.
All this seemed a little abnormal. He would not be as naive as those people. He thought that this person was really weak and was hurt in a moment of carelessness.
You know, this island relic is by no means an ordinary and dangerous place.
Most of the monks who dare to venture into this place have absolute confidence in their own strength, otherwise they don't dare to take risks.
In fact, it does show this. If this person is not strong enough, I'm afraid he doesn't know where he died long ago. He won't have the opportunity to come to the central area of the island and gather here.
In other words, this person's defeat and injury are likely to be pretended.
"Is this person pretending?"
Chen Xiao frowned with infinite doubt, but there was no evidence. He could only look at it silently, leaving a little more vigilance in his heart.
Soon, the situation in the field changed again.
The other monks chose to stand aside, even ridiculed and joked, watching the man wounded and falling into the siege of the dead.
But at this time, the thousand snake venom Zun shot, and saw a black tentacle, like a shadow torn from the person, quickly extended and shot out, and then achieved a large black palm to catch the man who fell to the ground, pull back and catch him back in front of him.
WOW!
Seeing this, the crowd was surprised again, but there was no more expression.
Many of the dead jumped into the air at once, and suddenly became angry. The fog danced wildly. They just opened their teeth and claws at the people, and made a crazy hiss in their mouths.
Even if people can't understand what the dead creatures are saying, they can feel their anger.
However, even the dead are extremely angry, but they still remain outside the safety line and dare not get any closer. It can be seen that there is a terrible problem in the central area.
"Cough, thank you, master poison, for your help. I don't thank you for your kindness." The monk gasped with a knife and said.
"Well, you should adjust your breath first and stop talking." "Thousand snake venoms" said with an expressionless face.
"Yes."
At that moment, the monk with the knife no longer said anything, but silently took the pill and tried his best to regulate his breath.
For him, it was a great luck to be able to pick up a life alive. As for the ridicule and banter of others, he didn't care at all.
It's just that I don't know whether I have a secret hatred in my heart.
"This..."
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