A Paragon Of Wuhun Chapter 15: The Homical Robber For Treasure

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Chen Feng smiled and went up to rub its head, "Why are you yelling, baby wolf?"

The wolf struggled angrily from his hand to bite him on his hand. However, it couldn't even hurt the skin of his hand with its baby teeth.

Chen feng looked at the nest of wolf pups with his eyes glowing.

The offspring of this kind of monster were always very expensive, even more valuable than the adults. Because the pups could be domesticated. The warrior's strength would be greatly increased if he could domesticate a monster and get it as a helper. Take Chen Feng for example: he was good at close combat, but not good at attacking from far away. If he had an adult demon wolf, his strength could be improved by at least 70%, which could make up for his biggest weakness.

The value of this nest of demon wolf pups was incalculable!

He stooped, wrapped the pups in a bundle, and prepared to carry them away.

At this time, he suddenly felt a burst of danger. The alarm bell in his mind rang and his head was distressed to be painful. He hurried to jump away to escape something. "Duang!" A strange sound appeared. It turned out that a three-foot-long black arrow stuck to the spot where he had stood. The big arrow was dark. It should be a metallic one and actually shot into the ground for more than a foot deep. Its tail feather was still buzzing.

Chen Feng was in a cold sweat. If he had not evaded timely, this arrow would have pierced him through the stomach and hurt him seriously.

At this time, a playful smile came from behind him: "You are so agile, aren't you?."

He looked back angrily. At the entrance of the cave stood two young men, both about twenty years old, one in black, the other in purple. It was evident that the leader was in purple, and the young man in black beside him seemed to be just a slave. The two were looking at Chen Feng with a disdainful expression. The youth in black was holding a big bow. Chen Feng said coldly: "It was you who had attacked me just now, weren't you?"

The young man in black did not answer him at all, but smiled towards the young man in purple: "haha, he is really a fool. I have a bow in my hand. Of course I shot it. What's more, he wasn't worth your effort!"

The young man in purple clothes smiled coldly, raising his chin with an arrogant looking, and said disdainfully: "Put them down, I will spare your life. Get out quickly!"

He spoke in a tone as if the wolf pups belonged to him.

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed up. "You mean to rob the treasure I found of me?" He said with a cold voice.

"Rob?" The youth in black said overbearingly. "That our prince wants your thing is to think highly of you. Do you know his ident.i.ty?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I don't know."

"He is of the sixth level of Houtian Realm and the only son of the elder of the Qing Mu zong!" The youth in black laughed wildly.

Qing Mu Zong was also a large sect in the Aomori mountains. Its influence was great, no less than that of the Qian Yuan zong.

"Why don't you give them up right now?" The young man in purple impatiently waved his hand: "I will count to three. If you do not hand out them, I will just take your life.

"One..."

He just counted once. Chen Feng hurriedly put down the bundle of wolf pups and walked forward two steps, saying in a compromising way, "Well, I will give them to you, let me go."

The young man in purple winked at the youth in black. They both leaned against the wall to make one way to let him go through the pa.s.sage.

Chen Feng walked quickly towards the entrance to the cave. When he came to the two men, the young man in purple suddenly shouted: "Go to h.e.l.l!"

He punched Chen Feng severely. At the same time, the youth in black was also holding a black arrow, trying to shoot it at Chen Feng's waist.

All in all, the two men did not plan to let Chen Feng go. They plotted to kill him here and rob wolf pups of him.

But what surprised them was that Chen Feng also hit upon the same idea.

He could not be reconciled to let the treasure to be robbed of him. He planned to pretend to be weak and then approach the two men, awaiting the opportunity to perform the Bright Big Fingerprint.

All three had their own plots.

Chen Feng judged that the youth in purple was of the sixth level of Houtian Realm when he began to perform the martial art from the very beginning.

The power of the enemy's blow was of two thousand jin!

He felt a shock in his heart. The sixth level of Houtian Realm, which was one grade above him, was not often seen in the outer sect of Qianyuan zong. But Chen Feng was not afraid of the enemy. He knew that he had the strength to challenge the opponent of higher grade.

He roared and Bright Big Fingerprint condensed hit heavily on the fist of the young man in purple. It smashed directly the Spirit Qi around his fist and then hit his fist. The young man let out a scream and bones of his fist and forearm were broken. It was a confrontation between warriors of the sixth level and the fifth level of Houtian Realm!

The strength of two thousand jin confront that of three thousand and three hundred jin. Chen Feng won finally!

The youth in purple only felt a mighty invincible force which was like a big river rushing over to crush him directly!

Chen Feng stepped forward and used the Bright Big Fingerprint to blow the youth off. The young man in purple began to spit blood.

The youth in purple didn't believe it and roared: "How could you win? I'm the master of the sixth level of Houtian Realm. How can you beat me? What kind of martial art do you practice?"

He had never seen such powerful martial arts before. The gold fingerprint was so strong and powerful that he felt hit as if by the  mountain.