C565 A True Hero

Zhao Mengfan's heart sank, "Mo, you are usually lazy, but why are you so diligent today? What is with all these poisons?"

Zhou Hengfeng's expression had changed slightly before this, but now he seemed to be at a loss. However, his waist had unknowingly straightened a little, and the sadness he had felt when he was on the verge of collapsing had also disappeared. It seemed that part of the injuries he had suffered earlier had been faked.

"Big Brother, didn't you tell me the principle of a crafty rabbit with three holes? I'm also giving us brothers a way out! I've already made a deal with Grand Alliance Master Li in advance. I absolutely won't harm the two of you." He waved his hand anxiously. His long and thin face was filled with panic.

Zhao Mengfan smiled. However, his smile at this time was more or less filled with sadness.

"Alright, Third Brother, it's really a good thing for you. Don't you feel guilty helping others deal with these heroes that we have invited? How are you going to let us three brothers stand in the Pugilistic World in the future? "

" Boss, from now on, we don't have to mingle in the Pugilistic World anymore. Chief Lee told me that he would rebuild the Ming Dynasty in the future. We are all the founders of the country, and our future is limitless!" Zhou Hengfeng said with some hesitation. He seemed to have calmed down a lot.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou. I wish you a meteoric rise and a meteoric rise. As for me, I don't have the fortune to serve the Devil Monarch of the Ming Dynasty. "

" You're right, you're a descendant of the Zhao Family Fort after all. Thinking back, you were also a member of the Heavenly Family. How could a descendant of Zhao Song Jiang submit to someone so easily?" A man beside Lee Hongji suddenly interjected, his voice somewhat sharp. Although it was unpleasant to the ear, he seemed to be very capable.

This time, Lee Hongji's subordinates were mostly unfamiliar faces, but their strength was different from before.

"Big brother, don't blame me. The three of us, big brother, you fight the world with words. second elder brother can walk the Pugilistic World with his face alone. I'm the only one who wants to fight and kill. I'm too tired. But no matter what I do, I haven't forgotten about you and second elder brother! " Zhou Hengfeng said with a sullen face, slightly further away. He could not hear what he was saying at all.

Zhao Mengfan felt a great pain in his heart. Although this third brother wasn't young, that was why he and his second brother wanted to encourage him more. They wanted to build confidence for him. When there were troublesome opponents, they would usually secretly send them away. Only those who were not that strong would be left for him. Therefore, Zhou Laosan's fame in martial arts even surpassed his two brothers.

He thought that he had finally built enough confidence for him, but he did not expect that there was still no change in his bones. He had even done such a thing today. Could it be that he wanted him to be independent and put too much pressure on him?

"Forget it, forget it. I'd rather you don't have it in your heart..."

He was only halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted.

"Cut the crap. We're not here to hear you guys talk about this today! I say, Lee Shuai, let's get down to business."

The man beside Lee Hongji urged.

Lee Hongji nodded in agreement and did not say anything.

The man had a smug look on his face. He took a step forward and made a sharp whistling sound.

When the whistling sound entered their ears, almost everyone immediately felt shocked. Their internal organs suddenly contracted, and then their bodies involuntarily lost control. Their knees went soft, and many people suddenly knelt on the ground. Some of the heroes who usually did not even blink their eyes when they licked blood were even more shocked at this moment.

Following the howl, more and more people fell to their knees, and surprised curses rose and fell one after another.

"What's going on!? Damn it, it's not that I want to kneel down. It's just that this knee suddenly doesn't belong to me. F * ck the eight generations of ancestors who use poison! "

For a moment, vulgarities and vulgarities filled the air.

When the man who made the whistle saw that he had made a contribution, many heroes kneeled down in front of him. At first, he was proud of himself, but at the same time, he was scolded by many people. There was also a bit of awkwardness in his complacency.

He frowned, and suddenly, a whistling sound came out of his mouth. It was so loud that it pierced through the clouds.

As a result, the number of people who could make a sound in the arena decreased once again. Some of the older experts were accumulating their inner energy, and they were unwilling to give up hope for a moment of happiness.

The arena quietened down. Only the sound of the whistle reverberated in the air. It was like a huge and invisible sonic dragon sweeping across the entire arena. It was filled with dignity and was extremely strange.

At this moment, Zhang Jingxuan and Zheng Mingyan, who were lying on the ground, did not seem to be lonely anymore.

Because some of the heroes felt that they would rather lie on the ground than kneel, they proactively lied on the ground. Some of them felt that it was even more inelegant to kneel on the ground, but they still maintained their kneeling posture.

Only a few people could barely control their legs. Some fell to the ground with their legs crossed, and some found their backs leaning against the ground. Fortunately, they were able to avoid being humiliated.

Zhao Mengfan, Yue Zilu, and the others also fell to the ground or leaned against the trees. There were very few people who could still stand on this field.

The man finally stopped howling. It seemed that he had expended quite a bit of energy as well, and his face was much paler than before.

However, with the help of the poison, he managed to make hundreds of heroes kneel or prostrate on the ground. This was enough to make him famous throughout the world. However, it seemed like he was just a follower of Lee Hongji. He didn't even have a name for the time being.

At this time, there were only a handful of people who could still stand.

Lee Hongji looked around and then laughed heroically, "At this moment, only those who can still stand in front of me are worthy of the word 'hero'. All true heroes, please accept a bow from me, Zhu Hongji. I hope to be united with all of you and create a great era together."

He bowed to the ground as he spoke, appearing extremely respectful.

The people who were still standing on the stage counted, there were still eight people.

They were Master Bu Jue from Shaolin Temple, Jiang Wanfang from the Dong Chang, and one of his inconspicuous companions. The gorgeous monk and His Highness the Fourth Prince, a tall and thin man in grey clothes. A young master with picturesque features was Ye Wangyun from Ye family, and he was the last one. He was a scholar in blue. In fact, he had been drinking from the beginning. Before this, his mouth had been filled with the scent of alcohol. He was leaning crookedly against a tree. Although he had yet to collapse, he was basically unable to stand up.

The most surprising one was Jiang Wanfang. No one had thought that a Thousand Households from the Dong Chang would have such an ability. They had actually surpassed the hundreds of heroes in the scene.