Chapter 125 Missing

When Wei Chen and the people behind him saw the damage caused by Zhao Tian, they swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered, "Is he still a human?"

"It's so awesome that even my father doesn't have such a strong strength." Wei Yan looked at Zhao Tian with an obsessed face and couldn't help praising him.

"This boy is really cruel. At this time, the number of people in Ziyun League has directly reduced more than 200 elites. I guess they will cry this time." Jiang Shang, who was brought back by the disciples of the Shui family, looked at Zhao Tian's masterpiece and smiled.

"Ha ha, yes! Zhao Tian. I'm ashamed of myself!" Shuixiang looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance and shook his head.

"Ha ha, second son, don't say that. If you can't do martial arts, you still have Wen. It doesn't seem to be your opponent for Wen Zhaotian!" Jiang Shangyou said leisurely.

"Text?" Hearing Jiang Shang's words, Shui Xiang shook his head and said, "Let's go and see how Zhao Tian is doing first." With that, he turned his eyes to the battlefield again.

After a long time, the smoke slowly dissipated, and an embarrassed figure rushed out of it, full of dry blood, scattered hair, and clothes were already worn out. When everyone saw it clearly, this was the scholar who was the enemy of Zhao Tian, but at this time, the folding fan in his hand had long disappeared.

"How are you, scholar?" Suddenly, the remaining group of people of Ziyun League asked anxiously when they saw the middle-aged man coming out.

"Ah! Boy, I won't let you go." The middle-aged man did not answer everyone's words and shouted at the sky.

At this time, the injured bald head looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Schoray, where is Zhu Hufa?"

"Dead." The middle-aged man said viciously.

"What! Dead, where's the boy?" The bald man couldn't believe it and asked again.

"He was slapped by Zhu Hufa, and then ran away the moment the giant palm fell. If I hadn't had the purple cloud armor rewarded by the alliance leader, I guess I would be the same as Zhu Hufa now. The middle-aged man covered his injured chest and said.

"Bastard, scholar, go and heal your wounds first! We retreat and fight, which is not good for us. The bald face was full of anger.

"But, Zhu Hufa, won't we avenge those hundreds of brothers?" The middle-aged man said stubbornly.

"If you fart and fight again, we will probably be destroyed by others. Besides, can you still fight? Damn, I was also disabled by that old guy. When the injury is finished, I will settle accounts with them. The bald head looked at the more than 100 people of Ziyun League behind him and said angrily.

"I..." What else did the middle-aged man want to say? He was stopped by the bald head: "I've made up my mind to go."

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly at the Shui family and left reluctantly.

But is it that simple? Just as they were about to leave, Shuixiang had already rushed over with people: "Wait."

"What else do you still want to do? We are not as good as others and want to leave. Do you still want to keep us?" The bald head was already very angry and was stopped. He couldn't get out of his anger and said aggrievedly.

"We don't want to do anything. We just want to ask our elders where they are?" Shuixiang asked worriedly.

"Your elders, how can we know? Find us by ourselves. Don't bother us." The bald man said rudely.

"You..." Shui Xiang's face was angry, and Jiang Shang quickly stopped Youyou and said, "If our elders are all right, forget it. If something happens, you Ziyun League should be careful in the future. I believe we can still do it if we let you die a little one day." Jiang Shang's words were very light, but no one dared to ignore the threat contained in it, let alone doubt the strength of the Shui family.

"Hmm! If we say we haven't seen each other, we haven't seen each other. Can I still lie to you? What's more, so many of our people have died, but it seems that few of you have died!" The bald man said with no expression on his face.

"Our people are fine. That's our ability, but your words are fine." Jiang Shang said with a smile. Shuixiang frowned, and his face was full of puzzles.

After they left, Jiang Shang knew that Shuixiang would ask without looking at Shuixiang. First of all, he said, "Second son, it's useless for us to stop them. What's more, even if we really fight, we can't take advantage of them at all. Besides, we didn't see Zhao Tian. It is very likely that Zhao Tian is still here and is just buried in the earth.

Shuixiang nodded, looked at a big pit and a huge palm print on the ground, and shouted at the people behind him, "Go and collect all of them. Be sure to find Elder Zhao Tian for me."

"Yes!" A neat and loud answer.

In fact, Zhao Tian was hit by the Zhu Hufa of the Ziyun League, and even the middle-aged man's Tianzhu's destruction became harmful to himself. Zhao Tian, with the help of the old man's palm and his teleportation method, but he was still shocked by the aftershocks of the cloud palm and washed out by the explosion of Tianzhu's destruction. At this time, the speed had reached an incredible point. Even Jiang Shanghe's bald head could not see it clearly, and then went far away with powerful air waves. After several twists and turns, before he could see the place in front of him, he finally couldn't stand it and fainted.

Shuixiang took people to find a large place, but they didn't find Zhao Tian. In the end, he was still afraid that Ziyun League would come back to reinforce the army, and Jiang Shang was seriously injured and had no ability to fight again. In the disappointed eyes of everyone, he slowly walked towards the imperial capital.

"Dad, why is there a man there!" A childish and cute voice came.

A middle-aged man touched the head of the cute little girl in his arms and looked into the distance. He was really a figure.

"Hey, little brother, wake up." The man tried to wake up Zhao Tian, but no matter how he shouted, Zhao Tian was still asleep. Helplessly, he said to the little girl, "Yan Er, you go first. Dad is carrying this big brother behind his back."

The little girl's chubby face showed doubts and looked thoughtful. After a while, she nodded and said in the pinched voice, "Well." With that, he first jumped forward and ran forward. From time to time, he looked back at his father and shouted in that childish voice, "Dad, hurry up. You don't walk as fast as Yan Er." That look is very cute, which makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The middle-aged man smiled, but there was a faint sadness hidden under this smile.