"You bastards, these people are all guests of this holy master. Don't make any more noises. Get out of here!"

This Holy Master of Titus had a bad temper. With a wave of his sleeves, more than a dozen demon slave camp guards turned somersaults, stumbled, and rolled out more than ten feet. Fortunately, these demon guards were thick-skinned and thick-skinned.

die.

Zhao Feng looked at the demon guards who fled in a hurry and was a little confused. Neither Ji Antai nor he should have such dignity.

Titus didn't just come up, but killed the three of Zhao Feng, and left him standing here intact. There were two reasons that Zhao Feng didn't know. One of them was his identity. If it weren't for something he was carrying,

Treasure, they are probably dead in the wilderness by now.

Secondly, Titus is also a believer of the demon clan and the demon moon god, and does not advocate war between the demon clan and the human race.

Furthermore, Zhao Feng's strength is not that of an earth-level warrior in the first realm, but a warrior who is about to enter the heaven-level in the later stages of the first realm. For foreign warriors with this status, Titus, for his own purposes, does not want to take action as soon as he comes up.

The appearance of Jiantai had no impact on the attitude of Master Titus.

Jiantai's cheap master Mu Laogui, whose real name is Mu Ye, is a so-called hermit in Jinshan. He is acquainted with Titus, but in Titus's eyes, Mu Ye is not a big shot, and he is still not worth his weight in gold.

The kind that mentioned.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay? This thing is all our fault. The brothers were so frightened just now that they forgot the purpose of coming here!"

Ji Antai told the truth, and Zhao Feng looked depressed: "Brother Ji, you can't make such a joke next time. If you make such a joke, someone will die!"

Before Zhao Feng and Ji Antai finished speaking, Saint Master Titus came over. Facing Zhao Feng, he saluted politely and asked:

"My dear friend, who is your disciple? Do you hold any position in the palace?"

The words of Saint Master Titus made Zhao Feng confused, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north. Zhao Feng stared at a pair of circling eyes, blinked for a long time, and held back a sentence.

"What do you mean?"

Although Saint Master Titus was proficient in the human language, Zhao Feng said this sentence in a strange accent and did not understand it at all.

"Hey, what this little friend is talking about is that the Martial Palace has added several new halls, but I have never heard of it!"

None of the people or monsters present understood what Zhao Feng said. They all made wild guesses.

"Brother, what you just said seems to mean several things. What do they mean?"

After hearing Lu Su's question, Zhao Feng thought to himself: "Brother, how do you know what it means? What other meanings do I want to ask?"

Ji Antai quietly pulled Zhao Feng's arm and whispered: "Brother Zhao, this Titus Saint Master has a very high status in the monster and human warrior alliances. You really don't know him. Maybe your master

We are familiar with him! This situation in front of us is very beneficial to you and me. At this time, we cannot offend him!"

To be honest, when Ji Antai asked this question, he thought it was impossible. He and Zhao Feng were both from Earth, and Ji Antai came some time before Zhao Feng.

In order to be able to survive here, Ji Antai gave a weapon he obtained at the beginning of the earth's great change to his nominal master Mu Ye, so that he could become the other party's registered disciple and thus have a place to settle here.

"Brother Ji, I came later than you. How could I know this holy master? Moreover, I don't have a master here!"

After hearing Zhao Feng's words, Ji Antai became more and more strange, thinking: "Did this Holy Master Titus admit the wrong person?"

Thinking of this, Ji Antai had the courage to ask: "Holy Master Titus, I don't know what you were referring to just now. This brother below doesn't quite understand!"

Saint Master Titus smashed the snake-headed staff on the ground and said, "It's all because of this Saint Master's abruptness. This little friend is from outside at first glance."

Saint Master Titus approached Zhao Feng and became more sure that he had read it correctly, so he asked in a friendly manner:

"My little friend, what position do you hold in the Martial Palace, and who do you study under?"

Finally, Zhao Feng suddenly realized what he was looking at. He was wearing a strange hat with a scarf on his head. Only his eyes were exposed, hiding his true face.

"I am Zhao Feng, the master of the Poseidon Temple of the Shengwu Hall in the Martial Palace, but the disciple of the left hall master of the Hundred Medicine Hall!"

Zhao Feng's answer was half true and half false. He knew Zuo Mengdao, but he was not his disciple. As for Fairy Zihua's reputation, Zhao Feng was worried that Master Titus knew about Fairy Zihua, so he pretended to be Zuo Meng.

Disciples of the Tao.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful, my little friend turns out to be the disciple of Hall Master Zuo. No wonder he has such cultivation at such a young age!"

Saint Master Titus did not intend to compliment Zhao Feng. Even for a warrior with extraordinary qualifications, it is very rare for him to enter the first realm of heaven after thirty to fifty years of hard training.

Zhao Feng is only in his early twenties and is already close to the first level of the Heavenly Rank. Even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, he would still only have more than twenty years of skill.

When Zhao Feng came to the Demon Yuan Realm, he asked Xu Huang about the existence of the Martial Arts Palace, but no one knew about it at first. As for the weird old man, he always pretended to be stupid and answered these serious questions.

It is also true that the donkey's lips are not in line with the horse's mouth, and the answers are wrong.

"Since my little friend is the master of the Holy Martial Hall of the Martial Palace, do you have a token?" Saint Master Titus was still worried and asked again.

Zhao Feng took out the ornament placed close to his chest - the Martial Palace Token.

After seeing this, Holy Master Titus' tone became more respectful: "In this case, my little friend is not an outsider, please come with me!"

Zhao Feng and others looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why, and followed Saint Master Titus, surrounded by more than a dozen demon masters, toward the nearest entrance to the mine that led deep underground.

When he was about to reach the entrance of the mine, Zhao Feng suddenly asked: "Master Titus, one of my friends was captured by the demon slave owners here. Can you please let them release my friend?"

The reaction of Saint Master Titus was beyond Zhao Feng's expectation, and he saw this big shot of the demon clan coming to the tent beside the mine.

"Call your chief here, this Holy Master has something important to do!"

"Yes, yes, little one, let's go find him right now!"

The demon guard who was questioned jumped in happily and ran inside, and soon a masked demon came out of the tent.

"I pay homage to the Holy Master. I didn't know that the Holy Master was coming. Please forgive me!"

Holy Master Titus went straight to the point: "Bring all the human slaves purchased here in the past few days. This Holy Master is looking for someone to be my distinguished guest."

The leader of the demon race called his men and whispered a few instructions, and soon human slaves were brought in one after another.

After a while, twenty or thirty people gathered in front of Zhao Feng. Because these people had just been captured, they had no resistance at all. Except for two of them, who were both burly farmers, when Zhao Feng asked about the others, they all came from the earth.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, those who came here were either robbed by bandits or deceived and ended up like this.

Two of them also knew Zhao Feng. When these two people saw Zhao Feng, their first reaction was to grab Zhao Feng's arm Sisi.

"Leader Zhao, please save Pang Ming, he is going to be tortured to death!"

Zhao Feng didn't have time to ask in detail, and turned to look at Saint Master Titus. Before Saint Master Titus could say anything, the leader of the demon clan was really good at getting things done. He immediately drew his sword and chopped down the subordinate who was just doing something.

Fire, the wait took a little longer this time.

Three more people were brought, one of them was Pang Ming. Pang Ming looked extremely miserable, with almost no intact parts of his body, most of his hair was burned off, one eye could not be opened, the eye socket was black, and his nose was crooked to one side.

, the corners of his mouth were slanted, he didn't know how many teeth he had lost, and his body was covered with scars. In some places, his skin and flesh were even rolled back, and he was still bleeding.

One of his legs was lame and his feet could not touch the ground. He was leaning on a broken wooden stick as a crutch and relying on the support of two other companions before he came to Zhao Feng.

When Zhao Feng saw Pang Ming's miserable state, anger rushed to his forehead, and he desperately used his most powerful move - the Purple Lightning Flying Dragon.

A purple flying dragon, surrounded by lightning and flames, burned all the demon guards and supervisors near the mine entrance to ashes in the blink of an eye.

On the side, Saint Master Titus was secretly frightened when he saw Zhao Feng getting angry: "I'm so sorry. If I had continued to stay in the Martial Palace back then, why would I have been trapped here?"

"This boy is young, but his unique moves are no weaker than those of this holy master. He is worthy of being the master disciple of the left hall master of the Martial Arts Palace."

Zuo Mengdao's reputation in the Martial Palace is far more resounding than that of Zihua Fairy. As an alchemy sage, the master of the Medicine Hall whose actual status is far inferior to that of Zihua Fairy, because the elixirs he refines are extremely effective, he is very popular in other major sects.

The reputation of the school is very high.

In order to make good friends with Zhao Feng, Saint Master Titus issued an order to a transmission note:

"From now on, torture of human slaves is not allowed in Jinshan Castle!"

Saint Master Titus was just showing off. He knew very well that the mine owner here had a complicated relationship with the leader of the Demon Tribe’s Twelve Golden Tents. At most, he only superficially obeyed his orders.

"Thank you, Holy Master Titus!"

Zhao Feng's reaction to Saint Master Titus finally realized how intimidating the name of the Martial Palace was.

"My little friend, this is a trivial matter! Now that you have found your friends, bring them with you! This Holy Master is waiting in front!"

Saint Master Titus and his followers walked to the entrance of the mine and stopped to wait.

Zhao Feng came to Pang Ming and was very sad: "Brother Pang Pang, I said goodbye to the Martial Arts Palace. I didn't expect you..."

Pang Ming was excited when he saw Zhao Feng: "City Lord, you saved me again..."

Pang Ming didn't finish a sentence, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out. Zhao Feng hurriedly treated Pang Ming's injuries. After examination, Pang Ming's condition was not optimistic.

Zhao Feng took out the last life-saving elixir given by Fairy Zihua and gave it to Pang Ming. After Pang Ming's energy and blood stabilized, he handed Pang Ming to Lu Su and Cai Yan to take care of him.

The other two people who accompanied Pang Ming were slightly injured. Zhao Feng also gave them appropriate treatment and handed them over to the care of other adventurers from Earth.

"Many of you may have heard of me. My name is Zhao Feng. There are few of us here. We must obey my orders and do not act rashly."
Chapter completed!