Chapter 142 Fierce Claw Emperor

Jiange

Hongxuan placed more than 2,000 children in the training ground, and the large shopping mall had already been thrown into the sea by him. The originally lifeless Sword Pavilion had so many children in an instant, and it immediately looked vibrant, and hopeful eyes could be seen everywhere.

Er Dai also giggled. Looking at these young children, his hands kept shaking and didn't know where to put them. These children are dressed in ragged clothes. Although they are not yellow and thin, the vast majority of people are dirty and have no appearance.

With the addition of children, although Hongxuan was happy, his bitter days soon followed. More than 2,000 children had no clothes and no food. These things could be borne by a light pole owner like him.

Er Dai is stupid by nature, and it's good not to be bullied. How can he have enough money? When more than 2,000 pairs of eyes looked at him with hope, Hongxuan deeply felt the pressure on his shoulders. In the future, he will take more than two thousand children for them to eat, attack them to live in, and for them to learn.

"Poor!" Hongxuan cried bitterly for a while, thinking of the powerful stealth fighter in Najie destroying King Kong, and the power of destroying King Kong was also extremely expensive. The various arrays, organs and guard pavilion arrays of the whole island are a kind of horrible data consumed by Yuanjing. And Hongxuan himself also wanted to practice. With the help of Taichu's change of time, he accelerated 16 times. At that time, Yuanjing was also unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Money, money, money!" Hongxuan shook his head, which seemed to be quite a headache. He used to think that he had become the master of a school, and how beautiful and comfortable the lord of a pavilion was. However, when everything came together, Hongxuan felt that the cabinet owner was a little uncomfortable.

What makes Hongxuan most depressed is that there is not much food in the whole Sword Island, which is not enough for more than 2,000 children. These children are 15 or 16 years old, when they grow up, and they also have great requirements for food.

Just brought these children to the Sword Pavilion, Hongxuan couldn't pull that face and couldn't bear to watch the children starve. Explain a few words to Er Dai and let him take care of these children, while Hongxuan quietly rushed out of Jiandao in the dark.

Er Dai's strength is good, and he is extremely loyal to Hongxuan. He listens to his orders wholeheartedly. Hongxuan believes in him very much. Therefore, he left Jiandao without hesitation and flew towards the vast sea.

Flying at night, walking with the sword, and on the sea, it is easy to get lost, but Hongxuan and walk aimlessly. He is chasing a breath, which is left by the old man with a broken arm. The old man with a broken arm is a mysterious strong man. It is impossible to be submerged in the sea. He will definitely return to the pirates again.

That's why Hongxuan safely drove the old man with a broken arm off the deck. Following the breath of the old man with a broken arm, he would definitely be able to find the pirate's nest. Pirates are very bold and fearless. They often grab some good things, so even the home of ordinary pirates is not much worse than ordinary rich businessmen.

These pirates are living with their heads. Maybe one day they will encounter a hard stubble and die inexplicably. Isn't the stolen property wasted? Therefore, every time pirates travel, they will put valuable things in a specific warehouse and keep them together.

And the pirate warehouse is the existence that everyone yearns for, because their warehouse is often richer than some sects. When encountering some large pirate groups, the wealth in the warehouse is even comparable to the property of one region.

And Hongxuan planned to act in the night. He had a plan. These pirates were not good birds in the first place, and Hongxuan asked himself that he was not a good thing. He is proficient in robbery, gambling and theft, and the flying thieves in his previous life are not in vain.

Following the breath of the old man with a broken arm, Hongxuan walked with his sword. About half an hour later, a brightly lit island appeared in front of Hongxuan. There are various ships moored around the island, and there are also a large number of patrols.

There are also a large number of patrols around the island, and some small boats float back and forth in case of sudden enemy attacks. Hongxuan took a deep breath, then dived into the sea and gradually hid towards the island.

The precautions of the pirates are very good. Even if they sprinkle some iron nets on the bottom of the sea, once someone tries to sneak into the island along the bottom of the sea, they will definitely be caught by the iron nets around them. These iron meshes are tough, and the material is transparent. It is difficult to detect when put into the sea water, and there are alarm bells hanging in the iron mesh.

Once someone touches the bell, the pirates' monitors will definitely find it in an instant, but they want to trap Hongxuan with these things, which is too underestimate him. The flying thief in his previous life was not in vain. In the face of more complex and difficult detection organs, he could pass it calmly, not to mention the carving skill in front of him.

Soon, Hongxuan had approached the island, found an uninhabited area, and then quietly exposed a wet head. With a head coming out, Hongxuan quietly looked at the surrounding situation. This was a jungle outside the island. It was overgrown with vegetation and few people passed by. However, those cautious pirates still arranged traps here, and even arranged arrays in twos and threes.

Because of the formation protection, the patrolling people here are very good. Hongxuan climbed onto the island, and his vitality suddenly flashed, drying his wet clothes in an instant. A faint mind quietly spread along the jungle, and soon the surrounding situation was known by Hongxuan.

This should belong to the back mountain of the island, and there is a large group of buildings one miles ahead. The buildings are brightly lit and the voices are boiling. Night is the most lively time for pirates. Many interesting things are at night, such as women.

Living with their heads in their heads, pirates cherish the time they survive every day. The night is the time for them to indulge. Gambling, women, fighting and other things are common, and the island owners of each island live by collecting various protection fees. Of course, the island owner's strength must be strong, otherwise, with the fierce personality of pirates, how can he give money to others for no reason?

Building Group

A most glorious pavilion

An old man with gray hair is riding on a woman, doing the most primitive human sport. The old man smiled and slapped the woman and shrugged violently. There is also an old man with a broken arm next to the old man. This old man with a broken arm is the mysterious strong man released by Hongxuan.

The old man with a broken arm knelt tremblingly on the floor, and the movement of ** seemed to have nothing to do with him. And the white woman didn't have any desire for him. In the face of the white-haired old man, he had already trembled, and he didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

Except for the regular shrugs and the screams of the woman, there is no other sound in the whole room. The silence, coldness and cold are hidden in it, and there is no feeling of spring at all.

"You failed again." ** The white-haired old man's body trembled violently and poured all the essence into the ** woman's body, crawled on the woman, and said a word for half a while.

"Island owner, that's because..." The old man with a broken arm looked cold and looked at the white-haired old man with a frightened face.

"The process is not important. What I want is the result." The white-haired old man took out a white towel and wiped his body, and then dressed under the service of two beautiful maids, interrupting the old man who broke his arm.

"Yes, island owner!" The old man with a broken arm did not dare to refute. His head was getting lower and lower, and he did not dare to meet the white-haired old man at all.

"I have given you a chance, and now do you have any last words?" After wearing it, the white-haired old man looked at the woman lying in the red halo with disgust. The woman was naked and pulled a blanket and blushed. Obviously, the spring had not faded.

"Island owner, don't go out with an old man with a broken arm. Why don't you stay with me?" The woman is also **. The spring has not subsided, and the crimson desire is still on her cheeks.

"Huh, an eventful woman!" The white-haired old man stared angrily, and a strong mind flashed out, killing the woman who didn't know martial arts in an instant. The woman stared roundly and looked at the white-haired old man with an unbelievable face. At the moment, she couldn't imagine how the person who had just slept with her could kill her.

"Island lord, please give me a chance to atone for my sins!" The old man with a broken arm trembled even more. Seeing that the other party killed a woman at will, even though he was cruel, he was also scared by the moodiness of the white-haired old man.

"Even if you are a strong Xuandao, you have broken your arm. In my eyes, you are already a waste. What do you think is the use value?" The white-haired old man was outspoken, his face was calm, and he couldn't see any fluctuations, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

"But I still have experience. I can train more martial arts strongmen, and more people will serve you at that time." The old man with a broken arm bowed his head and said.

"You know my personality. I like to destroy the strong, but I don't like to cultivate the strong." The white-haired old man smiled, looked at the old man with broken arms kneeling on his legs, and walked slowly.

"Island owner, please give me another chance! Over the years, I have no credit and hard work for the island owner. When the old man with a broken arm saw the island owner coming towards him, he couldn't help trembling and couldn't help retreating a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, you don't have a chance!" The white-haired old man smiled, stretched out his right hand, and a hard and hard-working hand clawed over...