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

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

"After more than ten years ago, I couldn't beat you. I watched you still freely in this sea area, but now I'm back. If I don't send you to hell as a guest this time, I'm sorry for the ability my master gave me!"

For more than ten years, Zhang Lang felt regretful in his heart. His strength had just become stronger and he returned to the city but could never come back to the Shilu Island. He knew that after the destruction of the Annihilation Organization, the enemy in the sea area was the Nineteen Pots.

If the Annihilation Organization is the initiator of the destruction of the Ming Dangyang Killer Group, then the Nineteen Pots will definitely be the Terminator.

He caused a killer group that once maintained order in the sea very brightly!

The surrounding scenery kept flashing backwards, and Zhang Lang ran a kilometer or two in one breath before finally hearing a shout from the front.

"It seems that it's right in front..."

Zhang Lang took a deep breath and calmed down for a while, stabilized his breathing before slowly moving forward.

The further he walked, the clearer Zhang Lang heard. In the jungle ahead, there were crying of women and children, and the insults of men.

From afar, Zhang Lang saw that on a grass not far ahead, several men's bloody bodies were lying on the ground, several women and children hugging each other and crying loudly, while more than a dozen strong men were covered in blood, holding weapons, protecting the women and children tightly in the middle.

The front of the crowd was Yuanshuai. Yuanshuai and the patriarch both looked serious. At this time, they both looked as if they were ready to die.

Zhang Lang hid in the dark, clenched his fists and looked at everything that was living in front of him.

"Every time we catch up with you, we will kill five of you. Why don't you continue running? We haven't played enough..." At this moment, Zhang Lang heard a shocking male voice coming from the jungle.

The male voice was sarcastic, neither male nor female, and his speech was very unpleasant.

Yuanshuai shouted at the top of his voice: "You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated. If you want to do it, hurry up, we won't run away again!"

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

Zhang Lang closed his eyes and felt the position of this man.

He saw that in a tree not far from the tribe crowd, a man hooked a tree trunk with an iron hook, hid among the branches, and smiled at it.

On the other two trees beside, a girl with a double sword on her back stood on the trunk with her hands on her back, and the other woman with a machete on her back was also grabbed on the branch with one hand. There was also a man holding a stick, a bald head, giving people the feeling of a monk.

But their location was special, blocked by branches and leaves, and the hook man used some method to make his terrifying voice echo throughout the bushes, so the people below didn't know where these people were.

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

The girl with double swords was still Yu Yuan from more than ten years ago, but more than ten years have passed but no trace of aging is seen. The woman with big swords was also Zhu Lin, the rude woman from more than ten years ago.

"It turns out that he is from the 19th pot... It seems that the man in the red leather jacket is from the 19th pot... It's really a enemy who is narrow..." Zhang Lang clenched his fists.

After the hook man said that boredom, he laughed and jumped down.

Everyone below looked like frightened little mice, retreating one after another, and the women and children screamed in fear.

The hooked man is described as a vulgar, with a small head and a dark face, but only one eyebrow and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He doesn't look like a good person.

The hook man bent his back slightly, and there was a big hook on his back, a long hook in his hand, placed it beside his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it gently, and he was a pervert.

If it were Zhang Lang from the past, he would have been scared to get goosebumps when he saw this hook man.

Everyone present was so scared that they retreated when they saw the terrifying appearance of the hook man.

Yuanshuai stood in front of the team with a big knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Or else you step over my body, isn't it just a boat? We didn't kill everyone, do you have to fight each other so hard?"

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 person in the sea now?"

A hint of horror appeared on Yuanshuo's face instantly, and she turned around and said to the clan leader: "The clan leader... is... they are from the 19th pot!"

The old man also felt annoyed on his face and beat his chest: "Why didn't I expect before that who else has such a big ship besides the nineteen pots in the sea?"

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

Who is the Nineteen Pot?

Everyone knows the entire sea area. Since Ming Dangling fell, the nineteen pots are basically lawless on the sea. When they meet the gods and kill the gods, many hidden masters have been recommended by the tribes to annihilate the nineteen pots. However... none of the great gods who have been there can come back.

Over the years, basically few people have seen the true appearance of the 19th pot, because the person who saw the 19th pot... basically no one survived.

The hook man stood up straight, raised his long hook gently, and said to Yuanshuai: "Boy, come here to open the hook..."

Yuanshuai's chest was full of anger, gritted her teeth, shouted loudly, lifted up the big knife and rushed towards the hook man.

The hook man stood there with a relaxed look on his face, with a very proud look.

When Yuanshuai rushed to him and was about to raise the knife, the hook man threw out the hook and cut off Yuanshuai's big knife with a "spoken" sound.

"ah?"

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

The hook man approached step by step and smiled, "It's so boring to play with you rookies..."

"Yes, it's boring to play with rookies. On your 19-pot boat, a group of mobs, are they specifically picking soft persimmons?" Just as the hook man was about to kill, a cold male voice suddenly came from outside the jungle.

The hook man stood still and looked in the sound, he saw a middle-aged man slowly walking over 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 had no weapons on his body, he was not afraid of the hook man at all.

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