It was about to fall on the old man's thin shoulders.

But a hand reached out firmly and held the whip firmly.

Then he pulled hard and pulled the whip-wielding man out of the crowd.

When the big man saw that the person was wearing a cloak and still carrying the cold air from the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and then he said, "Who are you? Do you dare to interfere in the affairs of Zhao Hengshan, the King of the Red Hell?"

There is a default trick in martial arts.

That is, the more exaggerated the bandit's name, the lower his strength.

Generally speaking, xx King of Hell, xx Impermanence, and xx Venerable are often just fake people. Most of these names are given by them themselves, not by people in the world.

Those who like to keep their gangster nicknames on their lips mostly fall into this category.

Obviously, this Red King of Hell is such a parallel import.

The man in the cloak gently lifted the hat on his head, revealing his true appearance.

He was suddenly mixed up in the world, and those with some sharp eyes couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"Anyuan in bloody clothes!" someone screamed in a low voice in the crowd.

Even those ordinary people who were doing business seemed to have heard of this name and looked at Lin Xi with surprise.

There is even a bit of an 'idol' look in his eyes.

"Why did he come here?" People whispered.

"I heard that the old demon Yuejiang was hiding in a temple in the Kusong Territory. When someone saw the Dongshan sect being exterminated, this old demon happened to appear near Dongshan. The blood-clothed Anyuan should have come to find him.
Chapter completed!