I don’t know why, Zhou Bo felt that this bandit alliance must have been created by a player. The NPC in the game seems to be not as good as this level to play the bandit alliance, at most it is the Black Wind Skeleton Society and other things.

But the so-called messenger's words made Zhou Bo frown involuntarily, turned to look at Zhang San and asked, "What's going on?"

After glaring at the envoy, Zhang San whispered in Zhou Bo's ear: "Boss, this is the case. The bandits of the Qingcheng Sect were originally scattered and had no organization. Everyone robbed everywhere and lived a free and easy life. However, two years ago, a few masters came from, demolished several parcels, and fully grasped this area. Why did the leader of the bandits alliance surrender to this bandits alliance, and those who had certain strength could stay in those places with a lot of oil and water. Those who were not strong enough, like our Heifeng Village, were driven out of the back mountain. They had to find a livelihood in the front mountain where birds could not shit. In addition, they had to pay the share money every six months."

Zhou Bo nodded, and he already understood in his heart that the so-called leader of the bandits alliance must be a player. The power structure of NPC in the game has been determined and he will not come out to make trouble easily. It must be that some player wanted to be the leader of the martial arts world and wanted to be crazy. He made a group of bandits and used them as the leader of the bandits to fantasize.

"Don't forget, the date of the day after tomorrow is the deadline. If you can't hand over 1,500 silver ingots, you Heifeng Village will wait to destroy the family." The messenger snorted coldly and shouted.

"Hehe, the day after tomorrow? Very good!" Zhou Bo's calm laughter came from under the hat: "Don't worry, I will definitely go to visit the leader the day after tomorrow. After all, I'm just here now, so it's not good not to visit the dock..."

"You guy is sensible. My words have been passed on, so I'll make up the money as soon as possible!" The messenger said, turning around and ready to leave. In this place where birds don't poop, there is not even a woman, and it will suffocate the person to death.

"Wait." At this moment, the departing messenger was stopped by Zhou Bo.

The messenger looked impatient: "What else is there?"

"Your matter has been settled, what about mine? You are good at attacking my subordinates. If I don't do anything, wouldn't it be too shameful?" At some point, Zhou Bo's voice became gloomy and terrifying.

That strange tone made the messenger's heart burst, and he subconsciously took a step back. He immediately remembered that behind him was the leader of the bandits' alliance, and he was afraid that he, the leader of the small mountain village, would be like a bird.

"Hey, boy, I won't care about you anymore when you are just a newcomer today. Don't think you are the boss. In front of the leader, you are like an ant, you are trampled to death casually. If you don't want to die, it's better to be honest. This world is not something you can dominate with just garbage like you..." Thinking of the leader, the envoy immediately became confident and cursed in a deep voice.

"I don't know if I'm going to be trampled to death like an ant, but I know that you will definitely be trampled to death like an ant. Do you believe it?" Zhou Bo suddenly laughed.

"Damn, you are looking for death..." The messenger was angry. What is his identity? He was the messenger of the leader of the bandits alliance. No matter where he went, even in front of those powerful bosses of the mountain village, those bosses would respect him. A Black Wind Village that was driven out dared to be so arrogant, which was simply seeking death.

Throat-locking grabbing hand!

With a loud shout, the messenger's body suddenly moved quickly, and in a blink of an eye it appeared in front of Zhou Bo. His right hand bent into a claw and pinched Zhou Bo's neck straight.

The throat-locking grabbing hand is a well-known martial arts in the martial arts world, with amazing lethality.

However, it also requires a certain amount of internal strength as the basis. If there is not enough power, even with powerful moves, it will not be able to exert that power.

The internal force in the body was storming wildly, and the wide clothes on the whole body suddenly raked loudly. The right hand slowly pushed out from the waist, looking slow, but it appeared steadily in front of the messenger's right claw.

Bang!

The internal force is stimulated, and the palms and claws intersect directly in the air.

Click~!

A crisp sound made the nearby bandits all look weird and their bodies shuddered. Then the messenger screamed wildly. His right hand was completely broken under the palm of the Heart-Dying Palm. His fingers bent backwards in an irregular manner. Under the palm of the Heart-Dying Palm, the entire right hand fingers were broken.

This continued, and the huge internal force penetrated through the messenger's arm and directly penetrated into the messenger's arm. The entire wrist exploded completely and blood squirted wildly.

Ignoring the messenger's scream, Zhou Bo kicked the messenger in the chest, stepped on him, and scolded at the stupid bandits around him: "Fuck, are you all a group of fools? Will you not fight back if you get hit on the head?"

"But boss, they are..."

"They are nonsense. They are just the most ordinary people. What are you afraid of? If you can't beat a person, then everyone will give me the fuck and remember it in the future. If anyone else dares to bully you, beat me if you can kill me, kill me if I can. If you can, beat me if I can..." Zhou Bo roared angrily. He was really angry. These bandits were not at all bloody. They were beaten to the front of their house and didn't even know how to fight back.

This envoy is just an elite monster of about level 25. He can't walk in front of Zhou Bo. Even if Zhang San is not an opponent, Zhang San and Li Si will join forces to kill this guy. However, these usually arrogant guys have now become cowards. Under the reputation of that bandit alliance, they don't even dare to resist.

There was a violent sound of gasping around.

"Let me listen to me. We are bandits. We just hang our heads on the belt. When others hit the door, they dare not fight back. Then be a bandit and be honest people for life. What kind of bandits? Remember me in the future. If someone comes to make trouble, I will kill them. One can't kill one group of people, and the other can't kill one group of people. If the boss can't kill me, do you understand?" Zhou Bo roared.

"Understood!"

Roaring in unison, more than 40 bandits raised their heads, and their eyes were full of scarlet red. During this period, they had enough of it. Not only did they have to suffer from the bird energy of the bandit alliance, but they were also often irritated by the Qingcheng Sect players here. They had already had enough of it, and the two mountains pressing on their bodies would always be overthrown one by one.

"Zhang San, come here and kill him!" Zhou Bo ordered Zhang San to the messenger who screamed like a pig under his feet.

Holding the tiger-bian steel knife in his hand tightly, Zhang San stepped forward step by step.

"Damn it, you kill me, the leader will not let you go... You are dead..." At this time, the messenger finally felt fear, and howlings kept coming from his throat.

"Damn it, noisy!"

Thrill, blood splattered three feet!
Chapter completed!