Zhang Lang kept running forward with his head stuffed, and at this time he had only one thought in his heart, and that was deep hatred.

When he thought of the nineteen pots more than ten years ago, Zhang Lang had a mentality of revenge!

"More than ten years ago, I couldn't beat you, and I saw that you were still at ease in this sea area, but now that I'm back, if I don't send you to hell as a guest this time, I'm sorry for the skill that the master gave me!"

For more than ten years, Zhang Lang has always felt sorry in his heart, his strength has just become stronger, and he returned to the city but never returned to Lost Deer Island, he knows that after the annihilation organization is destroyed, there is still an enemy in the sea area, that is, the Nineteen Pots.

If the Annihilation Organization is the initiator of the destruction of the Ming Ripple Killer Group, then the Nineteen Pots are definitely the terminators.

He let a group of killers who used to be very bright in the sea area and maintain order in the sea area fall!

The surrounding scenery kept flashing back, and Zhang Lang ran for a kilometer or two in one go, only to finally hear a shouting sound in front of him.

"It seems that it's just ahead......"

Zhang Lang took a deep breath and calmed down, stabilized his breathing, and then slowly walked forward.

The further he went, the clearer Zhang Lang heard, in the jungle ahead, there were the cries of women and children, as well as the scolding of men.

From a distance, Zhang Lang saw that on a grass not far ahead, the bloody corpses of several men were lying on the ground, several women and children were holding and crying, and more than a dozen strong men were covered in blood and holding weapons, protecting the women and children tightly in the middle.

At the front of the crowd was Yuan Shuai, Yuan Shuai and the patriarch both had serious faces, and at this time they all looked like they were looking at death.

Zhang Lang hid in the shadows, clenched his fists and watched everything that happened in front of him.

"Every time we catch up, we kill the five of you, why don't you keep running? We haven't had enough fun......" At this moment, Zhang Lang heard a terrifying male voice from some direction in the jungle.

The male voice is yin and yang, neither male nor female, and his speech is very ugly.

Yuan Shuai shouted at the top of his voice: "Shi Ke can't be killed, if you want to do it, hurry up, we won't run anymore!" ”

"That's boring, it's boring......" the male voice laughed again.

Zhang Lang closed his eyes, sensing the man's position.

He found that in a tree not far from the tribesmen, a man hooked an iron hook to the trunk of the tree, hiding among the branches and laughing below.

In the other two trees next to it, a girl with a double knife stood on the trunk with her crossed hands, and another woman with a machete was also holding on a branch with one hand. There is also a man holding a stick, a bald head, who gives the impression of a monk.

It's just that the location where they are is special, obscured by branches and leaves, plus the hook man doesn't know what method he used, so his terrifying voice echoed throughout the bushes, so the people below don't know where these people are at all.

Zhang Lang slowly opened his eyes, he didn't know the two men, the two women, although he only saw their outlines, Zhang Lang still recognized them.

The girl with two knives is still the rain kite more than ten years ago, but more than ten years have passed, but there is no trace of old age, and the woman with the big knife is also the rude woman Zhu Lin more than ten years ago.

"Sure enough, it's a man of nineteen pots...... It seems that the man in the red leather coat is nineteen pots...... It's really a narrow road...... "Zhang Lang clenched his fists.

After saying that boring sound, the hook man laughed and jumped down.

The crowd below retreated like frightened guinea pigs, and the women and children screamed in fright.

The hook man is described as obscene, with a small head and a dark face, but he only has one eyebrow and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, so he doesn't look like a good person.

The hook man bent his back slightly, there was a big hook on his back, a long hook in his hand, put it to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked it gently, he was a pervert alive.

If it were Zhang Lang from before, he would be scared of goosebumps when he saw this hook man.

When everyone present saw the terrifying appearance of the hook man, they all retreated in fright.

Yuan Shuai stood at the front of the team with a big knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Or you will step over Lao Tzu's corpse, isn't it just a boat?" We didn't kill them all, so you have to work so hard with each other? ”

The hook man shook his head: "No, no, no, it's not us, it's our captain...... You may not know who our captain is...... Let me tell you, do you know who is the most powerful in the sea right now? ”

A trace of horror instantly appeared on Yuan Shuai's face, and he turned back to the patriarch and said, "Patriarch...... Be...... They are the men of nineteen pots! ”

The old man's face was also annoyed, and he beat his chest: "Why didn't I think before, who else in the sea area has such a big ship besides the nineteen pots?" ”

But now there is no regret medicine, the old man is so angry that he vomits blood.

Who is Nineteen Pots?

The whole sea area is known to everyone, since the fall of the Ming Ripple, the nineteen pots are basically lawless on the sea, and there are many hidden gods and masters who have been recommended by the tribes to annihilate the nineteen pots, but ...... None of the gods who have been there will be able to come back.

For so many years, basically few people have seen the true face of the nineteen pots, because the people who have seen the nineteen pots ...... Basically, none survived.

The hook man stood up straight, the long hook was raised slightly, and said to Yuan Shuai: "Boy, come over and open the ...... for my hook."

Yuan Shuai's chest burned with anger, gritted his teeth, shouted, lifted the big knife and rushed towards the hook man.

The hook man stood in place with a relaxed expression, looking very proud.

When Yuanshuai rushed in front of him and was about to raise his knife, the hook man threw out the hook and cut off Yuanshuai's broadsword with a "dang" sound.

"Huh?"

Yuan Shuai looked at the half-cut knife in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and his body began to slowly retreat.

The hook man approached step by step and said with a smile: "It's really boring to play with you rookies......

"That's right, it's not interesting to play with rookies, on your nineteen-pot boat, a group of rabble, are you picking soft persimmons and pinching them?" Just as the hook man was about to kill him, suddenly a cold male voice came from outside the jungle.

The hook man stood still, followed the prestige, and saw a middle-aged man walking slowly with a serious face. Zhang Lang's expression was cold, in his eyes, the hook man in front of him was already a cold corpse, even if he didn't have a weapon on his body now, he was not afraid of this hook man at all.