
" who dares to attack me from behind, the cowardly base "an expression of annoyance came out from the masked man's mouth
"if you have the courage, show your face "the tone is getting higher
"swooossh" a shadow accompanied by a purple aura was seen moving among the lush branches of the tree.
the masked man shuddered in horror after learning that the person who attacked him was in the fighter realm.
in the blink of an eye the person who attacked the masked man instantly stopped before him.
realizing the person present before him was a person who actually could not be stopped made his guts become shrivelled.
"i'm sorry sir "he said in stammering fashion
there were not many expressions shown by the masked man, his fear was already too great. Because after all the difference in strength between a Qi condensation and a Cultivator in the fighter realm was like a wide abyss that he could not pass through.
the light purple white robe fluttered, with the motif of the image of the tiger fangs on its back printed in black, The purple auraed cultivator turned out to be an old man, a, his short thin posture with wrinkles that decorated his face showed that he had a long life span. the old man looked around and his gaze fell on the figure of Wu Jing who was drooping weakly on the ground.
a faint smile appeared on the purple-tinted old man's face when he saw Wu Jing. There was an implied meaning shown by the old man's facial expression.
*moved
with a single stomp of his foot onto the ground made the distance of several meters the place tremble.
the masked man became increasingly frightened, he simply lowered his head to the ground.
" mister, there may be a misunderstanding between us, please you convey to me, what things made me suddenly attack".
the rigidity of the atmosphere continued to occur as if the words he delivered meant nothing in the old man's heart.
the old man walked over to Wu Jing. His hands directly shrugged Wu Jing's shoulders and sat him down.
by putting one of his hands on Wu Jing's chest, the man began to channel Qi through the Meridians in Wu Jing's body.
the masked man stood stupefied not daring to move from his place because for him offending a cultivator in the fighter realm was the same as seeking death.aware of that, he was aware of it, he does not want to create new problems that he cannot overcome.
a few minutes later the wounds on Wu Jing's body began to show signs of improving, the blood that had previously dripped from the wounds began to stop and the thin wounds began to close. meanwhile his disposition internal organs slowly returned to their respective positions.
in a fairly short time the old man finally pulled his hand back.he turned to stare at the masked man expressionlessly.
stared at by the old man, the fur of the masked man immediately stood up. he felt that he was as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.
the old man arrived - suddenly moving quickly towards the masked man.with a fist that was not too big he thrust his punch into the stomach of the masked man .
although the masked man's position was less favorable due to the difference in realm but he still blocked the blow that came by crossing both hands, which in the end made him thrown several meters back. the two bones in his arm were broken and a mouthful of blood dripped out from the corner of his lips.
a sudden change of situation was never expected - the suspect, out of nowhere the old man came. A few minutes ago he still dominated the situation, he said, but since the arrival of the old man his life has been like an egg on the tip of a horn.
with a soft moan coming from his mouth, he was still trying to ask who the old man was attacking him.