Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1552 Face

Chapter 1552 Face

The sound of chewing human bones floated over again.

"Bastard!" "Why don't you kill us all at once?" The goatee shouted angrily at the forest in the distance.

Xiang Nan took a sip of wine and said, "Because it likes fresh food."

The goatee cupped his fists at Xiang Nan and pleaded, "Senior, I know my mistake. I don't dare to be greedy anymore. Please help us."

Xiang Nan sighed and said, "I often help others, but I don't end up doing well a few times."

"However … Forget it, we met by chance, but I can't bear to see you all being slaughtered."

As he spoke, Xiang Nan picked up a small stone and held it in his hand, but he did not immediately make a move.

After a few seconds, he suddenly shot the little stone towards the south by the east, six meters away from the ground.

The goatee and the others hurriedly chopped out their sword lights, but their numbers had already declined to twenty-six, and the power of the combined sword lights had decreased somewhat.

The ferocious beast accurately collided with the sword light, but this time, it wasn't bounced away, but was pushed away.

The goatee was both shocked and angry. He was angry and shouted at Xiang Nan, "Since you want to help, why don't you help us kill this ferocious beast!"

Xiang Nan laughed self-deprecatingly as he held the wine jar and drank, ignoring them.

The goatee said angrily, "You are clearly intentionally waiting for us to die, so that we can search and see if there are any Holy Spirit Stones in our storage rings!"

At this time, in the distant sky, a faint male voice came from a bent treetop.

"Little brother, I think you've really helped the wrong person. These people are not worth saving. Not only are they not grateful to you, they are actually slandering you."

As they spoke, a group of women dressed in long red skirts flew over from the top of the bending bushes. Their hands were swinging a long, pink and thick, and the silk paved a path in the air.

Behind this group of women, a handsome and elegant man with a folding fan stepped forward.

He lightly landed on the ground and opened the folding fan. He smiled at Xiang Nan and said, "If I were you, I would not be able to hold back my anger and would personally kill this pack of white-eyed wolves."

This man's realm wasn't very high. He was only at the first level of the Martial Sage Stage, but his strength was very strong. He was far from being comparable to the group of martial artists with the Goatee Stage.

Xiang Nan only nodded at the beautiful man before continuing to drink.

"What are you talking about!" The goatee glared at the beautiful man angrily.

"Applause!" The handsome man swung his hand and slapped the goatee 30 meters away.

When the goatee got up, his face was so shocked that he didn't dare to say a word.

The handsome man smiled at Xiang Nan and said, "Do you see? These people are so virtuous. You are kind enough to help them, but they are even more dissatisfied. They got a bowl of rice and want a pot of soup."

"If you give them a pot of soup and they want a table of dishes, you give them a table of dishes, and he may want your heart."

"If you hit such a person directly, they will treat you respectfully. They wish they could kneel down and lick the dirt on your shoes."

At this moment, the ferocious beast attacked again.

The beautiful man smiled and suddenly raised his right hand. Then, he slapped down abruptly.

Buzz!

A hemispherical light shield suddenly covered the ferocious beast inside.

The ferocious beast rushed left and right, causing the light barrier to buzz, but it was unable to get out alive.

At this moment, everyone could clearly see that the ferocious beast was like a grasshopper. Its figure was extremely handsome, and there were two pairs of transparent wings growing on its back.

Goatee and the others were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They were all at the 3rd level of the Martial Saint Stage, but they had nothing to do with that ferocious beast.

As for this Martial Sage Level 1 man, he actually managed to subdue a Divine Martial Level 8 beast with every move he made.

"I admire you, I admire you." Xiang Nan nodded to the beautiful man.

The handsome man covered his mouth and smiled, "How can I admire you? The Martial Saint Beetles in your arms are even more formidable, let alone the fourteen such beetles in your back pocket."

"Fourteen … a total of fifteen Martial Saint Beetles?" The goatee was so frightened that he directly sat down on the ground, his entire body trembling.

The beautiful man said to the goatee, "Did you see that? If this little brother really wants to kill you, why would he use his turn as a ferocious beast to make a move?"

Xiang Nan smiled, still drinking.

The beautiful man said to Xiang Nan, "Among the ancient humans, chivalry prevailed. However, it only existed in beautiful legends. Few people were truly fortunate to see it."

"My Darknorth Monstrous Clan admires that chivalrous wind very much. They have boundless longings to try to come into contact with humans, but in return, they are repeatedly disappointed."

"Our feelings for humanity have changed from longing, yearning, seeing through, disappointment, to contempt and ridicule."

Xiang Nan remained silent.

The beautiful man pointed at Xiang Nan and said, "But I saw this kind of ancient wind on my little brother. What is that called?"

A beautiful woman whispered in the man's ear, "Virtue."

"Right, right, virtue!" The beautiful man patted the fan in his hand and said, "It's virtue!"

"Little brother, I smell that wine of yours isn't very delicious. Can you excuse me and drink a jar of mine?"

As he spoke, the beautiful man threw a wine jar at Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan caught it with one hand, raised his neck and took a big mouthful, praising, "Good wine! It's strong enough!"

The beautiful man's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Brother likes to drink. That's the best."

He cupped his fists and bowed to Xiang Nan, "I love the character of brothers very much. I wonder if I'm willing to show my face and come to our city to gather."

The relationship between the demon race and the human race had been entangled for many years, and their feelings towards each other were also very complicated.

In the beginning, all the demons who had never seen humans had an understanding of the human race from ancient texts. They had a yearning for the chivalrous style of humans. They always fantasized about a group of martial artists dressed in white like snow and coming and going like the wind in the mortal world.

These people treated each other with all their hearts, valuing morality more than life, valuing reputation more than freedom.

However, only humans knew what kind of person they were.

Those yearning demons were filled with a pilgrimage-like mood. They came into contact with humans, but they discovered all sorts of ugly expressions on humans' faces.

After the initial dream was shattered, it was replaced by anger after being lost.

Chen Hengjun, whom Xiang Nan met in the Western Regions, was such a demon. However, he was slightly different. Although his yearning for humans had been completely shattered, he was willing to be such a person himself.

He was the heroic man who carried the wine jar to Feiyun Temple with all his heart to die just for the sake of an appointment.

Xiang Nan did not expect to encounter a demon guild in such a place, but from the demon race's declaration, he knew that they did not come from the Six Emperors World.

The Darknorth Monstrous Clan was a relatively unfamiliar branch of the Monstrous Clan. It was unknown which plane it came from.

At this moment, Xiang Nan only had one final hour left to absorb the beetles.

Before Xiang Nan could reply, a faint flute sound came from the distant jungle.

The sound of the flute was suddenly high and sharp, and suddenly low and tactful. In the high pitch, it was like an arrow in the buzzing of a bee soaring into the clouds, and in the low pitch, it was like a small fish diving into a mire.

But most of the time, the sound of the flute was as gentle as a moon, like a hundred spirits jumping around.

The person who blew the flute did not have a very eye-catching way of appearing on the stage. He walked over.

Among the fallen leaves in the dense forest, only the rustling of his footsteps could be heard.

The beautiful man and the group of demonic women immediately immersed themselves in the beautiful sound of the flute. The beautiful man could not help but slap his palm and beat the beat subconsciously.

However, when the sound of footsteps approached, the sound of the flute suddenly changed.