The barbarian rolled to the ground with a ferocious look on his face. The knife in his mouth fell to the side, but he knocked Wang Erpang unconscious with a headbutt.
Wang Erpang hasn't refined his skin yet, and with just this one blow, he might have a concussion!
Xia He's eyes turned red instantly.
He changed his retreat into advance, stepped forward in an instant, and brought his fist down heavily and then raised it high.
Hit it hard for me!
"Bull power!"
The fist with the force of two bulls fell on the barbarian's head like raindrops. Brain matter seemed to fly along the way, but it did not stop for a moment.
Two, three, four...
The face, which was distorted with disbelief, was slammed into the mud along with the head and hair.
Xia He was sweating all over. Seeing the barbarian's body finally let go of Wang Erpang weakly, he rushed up to check on his condition.
"Er Pang, hold on!"
Suddenly, a piece of parchment stained with dirty water slipped from the barbarian's arms.
Xia He picked it up and took a look.
[Blood Refining. Blood Evil Skill]
"Barbarian's martial arts?"
He didn't have time to take a closer look before putting it in his arms.
The woman under the straw raincoat had disappeared from the place where the barbarian was just now.
He hurried over, poked the soil with the long knife in his hand, and found something buried in the pit.
It was a piece of blood salt wrapped in cloth, about the size of a fist, with a few golden threads visible through the blood-red!
"so much!"
Xia He was shocked.
One grain of blood salt costs twenty taels of silver.
Are there hundreds or thousands of these fist-sized blood salt grains?
And the red color is almost like blood, not to mention the part with golden thread!
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