"Gang Leader, what should we do? Are we just going to let it go? "
Finally, an old man stepped forward and asked tentatively.
Zhao Kun's face was gloomy. He looked at the two corpses on the ground and said coldly, "Go and send the corpses to Flying Tiger City. Tell them that they were killed."
Hearing this, all the disciples trembled. The old man was pleasantly surprised. "Don't worry, Gang Leader. I know what to do."
"Go and do it. You'll be the manager from now on," Zhao Kun said indifferently.
"Yes! I'll do it right away! "
The old man was ecstatic. He quickly ordered the disciples to carefully place the corpses and then quickly send them to Flying Tiger City.
He knew that the gang leader must be afraid of the mysterious young man. Someone who could make the gang leader afraid was either an expert or someone with a special identity.
In short, the mysterious young man was not to be trifled with.
The Green Wolf Gang could not take this lying down, so they decided to let Flying Tiger City do it.
This was because Steward Du was the Junior Brother of the Flying Tiger City's Governor. The death of Steward Du would definitely infuriate the Governor.
He was a martial artist stronger than Zhao Kun, a true Venerable!
Lin Xuan did not know about the Green Wolf Gang's little trick. At this moment, he had already left Broken Mountain City and set off according to the bloody map.
He had to admit that Zhao Kun's map was very detailed, at least much more detailed than the one he bought.
He found the fastest path and used his movement technique to speed up his journey.
The place Lin Xuan was at was still at the edge of the Blood Realm, so there weren't many cities. Looking from afar, he could only see a vast expanse of dark red.
Half a day later, he suddenly stopped and frowned.
Because he had perfected the concept of wind, Lin Xuan was very sensitive to the flow of wind around him. At this moment, he felt an extremely unusual wind fluctuation in front of him.
This aura was very strong and very violent. It was definitely not an ordinary wind.
Soon, Lin Xuan saw a red mist on the horizon in front of him. It was like a sea of blood, surging endlessly.
Accompanying it was an ear-piercing ghost howl.
"This is … a storm!"
Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. He had never seen such a powerful storm.
The red storm was very fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived nearby.
A violent gale swept through, uprooting the trees. Countless clouds of dust flew into the sky.
They were like giant dragons roaring ferociously in the air.
The sky howled as if it was being torn apart. Red cracks appeared as the terrifying power of wind swept out in all directions, destroying everything.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible to escape.
When an ordinary martial artist encountered a red storm, they could only pray. But Lin Xuan was different. He possessed a perfect Concept of Wind, and his strength was incomparably powerful.
In the next moment, strands of azure airflow appeared around him and lifted his body up. It was like a dream and an illusion, drifting indeterminately.
With this Concept of Wind, the impact of the red storm was indeed reduced. Lin Xuan drifted along with the red storm. Looking at the raging storm, he suddenly had an epiphany.
His Concept of Wind had already been at the Perfection Stage for a long time, but he still hadn't reached the Wind Soul Stage. He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.
Unlike the Sword Soul, the Concept of Wind was completely comprehended by him alone. There were no shortcuts, so its speed was not as fast as the Sword Intent.
But now, facing the red storm that covered the sky, he suddenly had a trace of epiphany.
This process was very short, only an instant, but it was enough.
Because he had a direction, he knew the future path of the Concept of Wind.
As long as he comprehended more, it wouldn't take long for him to condense the Wind Soul.
The wind gradually weakened. The red storm was like a giant beast, coming quickly and leaving quickly.
Soon, it completely disappeared from this area and rushed towards other places.
And Lin Xuan summoned the dark red divine dragon and let it guard him.
"Damn, kid, are you a freak?!" The dark red divine dragon was dissatisfied. You can have an epiphany while rushing? Are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?
Although the dark red divine dragon was dissatisfied, it still laid down a defensive array.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground. In his mind, he constantly deduced and recalled the situation when the red storm appeared, carefully comprehending.
He felt that his comprehension of the Concept of Wind had deepened by quite a bit. At the same time, he created his own Gale Style based on the scene just now.
With a wave of his palm, a gale rolled up. Monstrous air waves rolled, and a terrifying sound surged, as if the red storm had appeared again.
The ground cracked, trees flew upside down, and turned into powder in the air. The distant mountain peak exploded, unable to withstand this force.
This palm was very similar to the red storm, filled with a violent and destructive aura.
"Ah! Help, the red storm is here again! "
In the distance, a cry of alarm sounded. It was very miserable and desperate.
After Lin Xuan heard it, he looked surprised. He waved his hand and put away this move. At the same time, his figure swayed, and he rushed towards the source of the sound.
The red storm was very terrifying. Everywhere it passed, it was severely damaged. The ground cracked, the cracks spread, and the mountain rocks collapsed. It was a miserable scene.
And in these ruins, there was actually a lean young man. At this moment, he was holding his head and screaming.
"God, didn't the red storm only appear once? Why did it appear again after it disappeared this time?!"
"God, I don't want to die!"
The young man roared wildly.
Lin Xuan was surprised. He did not expect that there would be someone who could survive the red storm.
The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up. Like a gust of wind, he silently came to the side of the young man with a bamboo pole. Then, he kicked him with the tip of his foot.
Suddenly, the young man with a bamboo pole trembled and screamed crazily, "Ah, it's here, it's really here!"
Lin Xuan was speechless. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he could only say, "Hey, there's no storm, you don't have to be afraid."
As soon as he said that, the young man on the ground stopped trembling. Then, he quickly turned his head and looked around. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
He sat up and patted the dirt off his body. He stared at Lin Xuan and snorted in dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you say there was no storm? Do you want to scare me to death?"
The young man complained.
Lin Xuan was amused. At the same time, he was curious. The young man on the ground did not have a very high cultivation. How did he escape the red storm?
"Hey, what's with that look?" The young man on the ground was dissatisfied and stood up.
"Although I'm not strong, in terms of survival ability on the Scarlet Plain, even an Ultimate Warrior might not be as good as me!"
The young man was very confident.
"What's your name?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Yu Fei," the young man said. Then, he was stunned. "Why should I tell you?"
He stared at Lin Xuan with an unfriendly expression, "You're so clean. Didn't you encounter the red storm?"
"Kid, who are you?"
"A newbie." Lin Xuan shrugged. "You said your survival ability is strong? Other than the storm, what other dangers are there in the Scarlet Plain? "
Yu Fei's eyes widened. He stared at Lin Xuan for a few seconds, then said disdainfully, "You're really a newbie!"
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