Iron Blood Journey

Hill was about to punch Meng Fan when he heard someone shout, "Stop." Hill looked back and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Who is this person? He is short and fat, wearing a bright dress, with a mustache on his round face, and at this moment, a chubby little hand is stroking the mustache. This is not someone else, but Jonah. Jonah just came back from the arena and bumped into

This scene. At this moment, the round eyes were flashing with fierceness, and Jonah said sinisterly: "Hill, you forgot what I said. I said that no one can touch my property. You are so brave now."

Hill was shocked by the chill in Jonah's words, and quickly let go of his hand. He knelt on one knee and said in fear, "I was so angry that I lost my mind. I didn't mean to touch your property. Please forgive me."

Jonah snorted coldly, "Hmph, is your head still confused now? Do you need me to heal you?"

Hill lowered his head deeply, not daring to answer. Jonah breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Forget it, I won't blame you this time, Hill, you have followed me for several years, there are some things I don't need to tell you that you should know what you can do and what you can't do, you still don't understand, remember your identity."

After saying this, Jonah left and went back to his villa.

Seeing Jonah leave, Hill stood up, glared at Meng Fan fiercely and cursed, "Waste, I'll spare your life today. Humph, cherish your time alive, it won't last long." After that, he left.

Hearing Hill's threat, Meng Fan immediately replied: "Hill, remember this, I will return the humiliation you suffered today tenfold one day." Hill turned around and stared at Meng Fan fiercely, like a hungry wolf choosing its prey, his eyes full of bloody murderous intent. However, Meng Fan was not afraid at all, and stared at Hill, his eyes full of confidence and courage.

Although he is not as strong as Hill, it does not mean that Meng Fan is afraid of him. It is true that Meng Fan does not have the strength to challenge him at the moment, but he has the determination to challenge him. If he cannot beat him, then practice hard, ten times or a hundred times harder. A real man has nothing to fear, and he is not afraid of the weak.

, I am afraid that you dare not look directly into the eyes of that strong man. Besides, Meng Fan still has the golden finger, and his growth speed is unimaginable to people in this world. After looking at Meng Fan, Hill saw that he could not overwhelm Meng Fan in terms of momentum, so he could only snort coldly and turn away. Looking at Hill's back, Meng Fan secretly swore: "One day, I, Meng Fan, must stand at the top of this world, no matter how strong I am, I will be the best in the world.

No one dares to underestimate me. "Today, Versailles is very lively. Those who came to watch the bloody gladiatorial contest suffered an unexpected disaster. Nearly a hundred people died tragically in the arena, and countless people were injured. These people may not have thought that they would also become the victims of the gladiatorial contest.

Part of it becomes the seasoning of excitement in the eyes of others. Let's not talk about the miserable situation in Versailles, but talk about other places. The scorching sun roasts the golden sand, and the steaming heat waves drift everywhere. This is the desert town of Berminsa. In the magnificent villa in the middle of this town, Horn Berminsa is leisurely listening to music and enjoying

At this time, a warrior in armor walked up to Berminsa and whispered something in his ear. Horn Berminsa suddenly stood up and threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground. The crystal clear white jade glass was shattered in an instant. Horn grabbed the warrior's chest and said angrily: "What you said is terrible!"

It's true!" The warrior replied in a panic, "Every word I said is true. That low-class slave did win the arena at Versailles. Jonah also spread the word that his gladiator killed the strongest gladiator in Berminsa.

Viscount Horn was so scared that he peed his pants."

Meng Fan didn't know that Jonah had given him a lot of publicity in Versailles.

Horn sneered and said, "I didn't expect that Jonah would actually give the ring to that low-class slave."

The warrior said in a somewhat flattering tone: "My lord, Jonah clearly wants to humiliate you." Horn snorted coldly and said: "Humph, Jonah really doesn't know how to appreciate his kindness. He thinks that he can run rampant in the Principality of Rosen just because he has a backer, right? Humph, I want you to know how powerful I, Horn, am." Horn looked at the man in front of him.

The warrior said again, "Go and kill the slave on the road to warn Jonah."

At this moment, Meng Fan didn't know that a danger was waiting for him.

Two days after the gladiatorial contest, Jonah and his slave caravan were on the road again, heading south to Luxembourg. The sky was bright and the breeze was blowing, which was a good time to travel. A long group of people and horses were walking on the official road. There was a man riding on a skinny horse. Although the horse was skinny, the man on it was majestic. The man's muscles were bulging like fists, shining in the sun. He was tall and strong, with a white face that was not handsome but showed a strong spirit. His eyes were full of spirit and looked straight into the distance. This man was very handsome.

The person is Meng Fan.

Meng Fan once again proved his potential in the Battle of Versailles. Now Jonah even gave him a horse for traveling. In the evening, Meng Fan and his companions came to a forest. Jonah ordered them to set up camp there. The guards got off their horses and prepared things for camping. It was Meng Fan's first time riding a horse. His butt was a little sore. He was about to sit down and rest.

Suddenly, someone shouted. Meng Fan turned his head and saw a guard whipping a prisoner. The prisoner was pale as paper and trembling all over. He was too weak to stand. The guard whipped him and cursed, "Get up, you bastard, stop pretending to be dead.

Get out of here right now." As he raised his whip, he was about to hit someone, but suddenly a strong thug grabbed his wrist tightly. The owner of this hand was Meng Fan. Meng Fan pulled the man back with all his strength, knocking him down, and stepped on him.

In his chest, Meng Fan shouted coldly, "You are the scumbag, believe it or not, I will trample you to death today."

Meng Fan stepped on him so hard that the man couldn't even breathe and kept begging for mercy.

Meng Fan didn't let him off and shouted, "Tell me, who is the bastard?"

"I am a scumbag, I am a scumbag, please be magnanimous and spare me."

Meng Fan snorted coldly and kicked the man away. The guard got up and ran away, like a mouse seeing a cat. Seeing the man's cowardly look, Meng Fan sneered and said, "What kind of person is this? A coward who only bullies the weak and fears the strong." After dinner, Meng Fan sat alone in the night wind. The cold wind of the autumn night brought a sense of desolation, which made people feel sad. At this moment, Meng Fan also had a sense of emotion. In Versailles, Meng Fan saw the strong people of this world.

Strength, Zart, and Max, the strength they showed was like two huge rocks pressing down on Meng Fan's heart. Meng Fan was not afraid of them, but warned himself not to be complacent just because he had the golden finger. The world is big and there are countless strong people. If you want to gain a foothold in this world full of strong people, you must always think about those who are stronger than you and suppress them.

Force yourself to surpass, to struggle, this autumn wind brings coolness, but also brings fighting spirit

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so sentimental. Why are you here alone so late at night?" a light voice said. Hearing this voice, Meng Fan immediately stood up, ran to the man and hugged his thighs, and said excitedly: "Master, you are finally here. I have been bullied so badly. You must give me

"Stand out." When he said this, tears started to flow down his face, and he rubbed them against others. This scene confused Carl.

"Enough, enough, stop wiping your nose on me." Karl quickly pushed Meng Fan away. However, Meng Fan held Karl's thighs and refused to let go, showing the perseverance of a good young man in the 21st century.

Karl was really that Meng Fan had no choice but to yell: "Asshole, stop rubbing, okay I surrender, I will give you all the secrets and everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Fan stood up and bowed respectfully to Karl, saying, "Master, please accept my apprentice's greetings." This 180-degree change made Karl stunned. Who said that otakus are not good at making money? However, Karl didn't care, and he really admired Meng Fan. Today, Meng Fan stepped on the guard for an unknown prisoner of war, which made Karl feel a lot of favor towards Meng Fan.