Chapter 1238 Can Hit Ten

A few days later, the wounds on Ye Ziheng's body had almost recovered, and the two horned horses had recovered enough energy. They rode on the horned horses and left Heshui City.

"Cultivate well, and when you break through to the eighth level of true martial arts, I will take you to seek revenge from those guys before."

While riding a horse, Bermuda said to Ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, but soon realized something.

"Revenge, is it those guys who sneaked up on me a few nights?"

Bermuda nodded.

"One eighth heaven, two sixth heavens, not very strong."

"Isn't there still a Seventh Heaven?"

Ye Ziheng said that he remembered it very clearly, and even remembered that guy's name was Kui Lie. Because it was that guy who smashed that huge hammer on Ye Ziheng's head, and Ye Ziheng was almost killed directly.

"That one is dead."

Bermuda said lightly, as if it was not a person who died, but a weed that no one cared about.

But seeing what Bermuda said, Ye Ziheng didn't say anything, he nodded and leaned on the horse, and continued to sleep.

But not long after going out, Bermuda suddenly pulled the reins of his horned horse, making it stop.

Ye Ziheng on the side also felt something, and immediately got up from the horse's back, looked around, with a look of vigilance on his face.

"Are you aware?"

Bermuda showed a faint smile, looked at Ye Ziheng and said.

Ye Ziheng nodded.

"It looks like someone has surrounded us."

With that said, he took out the long sword directly from the storage ring.

And Bermuda was still the same, with a smile on his face, quietly looking at the trail ahead, and not long after, a group of guys in animal skin armor appeared in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, guys in animal skin battle armor appeared from all directions, carrying magic weapons in their hands, aiming at Ye Ziheng and Bermuda on the dragon-horned horse in unison.

Ye Ziheng looked at the guys in animal skin armor in front of him, but the expression on his face gradually relaxed, at least not as nervous as it was at the beginning.

Although these guys looked menacing, they were actually not very cultivated. They were all in the third level of the True Martial Realm, a group of weak chickens, and there were only about 50 people in front and back. Ye Ziheng could knock them all down by himself.

However, looking at the uniform armor and equipment on their bodies, they should not be field soldiers and robbers on the side of the road, but should be regular troops.

Sure enough, not long after these soldiers dressed in generals surrounded Ye Ziheng and Bermuda, a man wearing a scarlet battle robe, with a three-foot long sword on his waist, and a white horse without flowers came out slowly. , beside him, there are two men in blue shirts, and the cultivation of these two men has actually reached the eighth level of true martial arts.

But looking at the expressions on the faces of the two men, there was almost no blood and murderous intent, but they looked harmless to humans and animals. Presumably, they hadn't experienced many wars, or even fought wars directly. They just stayed at home and practiced day and night. Wu fool.

This kind of martial idiots is not enough to prove. Although their strength is strong, their luck in power may not be better than that of a mortal martial artist who has experienced hundreds of battles. Ye Ziheng alone can beat ten of them.

(to be continued)