The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

This strength reminded me of the feeling of resisting the goblin fighters at level 4.

A sense of collision, a sense of oppression, and, a brief but intense killing intent.

Is Renne trying to kill me?

I can't help thinking like this, but seeing his flashy old face, and those muddy old eyes, I can't feel the determination and coldness that one wants to kill a person should have.

"This is... to test the depth of my strength?" I guessed, and at the same time, my curved elbow nodded towards the wrist he pushed.

My purpose is only one, to disarm the sharp blade he stabbed in my palm.

However, this idea is simple, but it is very difficult to do. Ren's skill is also extraordinary. At the same time that he was suppressed in one blow, his other hand, which was always down, moved.

The palm was bent in a half-fist shape, the wrist was twisted, and the force was suddenly exerted. When the palm was only about half an arm away from my neck, the bent fingers suddenly straightened, and a cold chill flashed between the index and middle fingers. It's a sharp blade!

My right hand is already blocking the sharp edge of his right hand. Only the left hand can move at will. However, looking at the chill and strength of the sharp blade protruding from his left hand, I already know that the strength of his left arm is much greater than that of his right. The arm, not only that, but the skill, the tricky, is not comparable to the dagger of the right arm!

He is left-handed!

Without thinking about it, I raised my left arm and greeted me.

This can be regarded as a trick for a dead horse to be a living horse doctor. It can stop it, although it is a good thing. It can't stop it. At most it is damaged by the arm, but it will not be seriously injured or dying. After all, Ren's eyes are from beginning to end. There is no bit of murder, which is the reason why I still don't hurt him so far.

The cold light between the **** of Renn’s left hand stopped in my palm. In the end, I blocked it. However, my wrist was damaged at the same time. It was a bruise caused by a huge external force. .

Ren's attack did not continue. He sighed and dropped his hands again. In just an instant, the weapons between his fingers and palms were taken back.

He took a few breaths, sat down slowly, and said: "What a great kid, your skill is much better than when I was young."

"You're not bad," I shook my wrist, trying to drive away the pain from the bruise.

After sighing, Renn slowly said, "I can answer the two questions you asked me before."

I nodded, craned my neck, and put on a look of expectation.

"The one who hurt me is the most famous celebrity in Ariel City now, Achilles." Reyne's tone was light, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him: "As for why he hurt me, hehe, Because I tried to assassinate him, but failed."

Damn it!

At this moment, I let out a big surprise.

What is awesome!

Dare to assassinate the assassin who is called the strongest and can come back alive!

I played against Achilles and knew that with his strength, even Emily would be defeated or even killed within a few moves.

This Renn dared to assassinate, which has already proved his courage, and his ability to escape after the assassination failed is even more proof of his strength.

I can't help being solemn.

"You...no, your injury was caused by the failure to assassinate Achilles and was attacked by Achilles?" My tone changed to a respectful name.

"Isn't it shameful?" Renn laughed and said, "Not only did he recklessly assassinate an opponent who could not be defeated, but he was also hit hard and died."

"No, no, not ashamed at all." I hurriedly said, "You know, Achilles is an attendant of the legendary hero, but there is an existence comparable to the legendary hero! What you do is indirectly equivalent to assassinating the living. Legendary hero!"

Ren looked at me for a while, and suddenly said, "You don't seem to worship legendary heroes."

"Uh, yeah" I said truthfully: "What do you worship them for?"

"The legendary hero is the hero who claims to have saved the Hefeng Continent. He is regarded as a god, and his status is second only to the **** of creation. Such a person, you don't worship them at all?"

Although Renn's words seemed to admire the legendary heroes, his tone was completely different, faint, as tasteless as plain water.

"You just said'such people', right? They are also humans, but they are stronger than us because they have been tempered a lot. I will only respect the hardships they have endured, but want me to be like Worship them like gods, or worship them like idols, this is absolutely impossible."

Seeing Ren's puzzled expression, I spread out his hands and added: "Because they are not worthy."

"Unworthy?" Renn suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, you are right, they are not worthy, they are indeed not worthy! Back then, there were more than seven people who entered the dungeon and saved the Hefeng Continent, but only seven of them were Those who came out alive, therefore, put on the laurel crown with peace of mind, and were called the hero who saved the Hefeng Continent, enjoying the glory and wealth, and enjoying the respect and worship of people, without mentioning a word, those who fell on the road of salvation , Even the bones of the monsters hiding in the dark gnaw clean companions!"

Listening to Renn's endless complaints, I suddenly had a doubt, why Renn has such a big resentment towards the legendary heroes?

Could it be that he is also an old man who has lived for a thousand years? Witnessed everything that happened that year?

Or is it that his ancestors were also the companions of the legendary heroes, but something happened later that caused his ancestors to hate the legendary heroes?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

Ren glanced at me and said, "Are you wondering?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering" I nodded.

"What doubts?" he asked again.

"You seem to have a great resentment towards the legendary hero" I said.

"So what? So what?" He asked.

"No, no, you misunderstood, but I have no other meaning." I said hehe, "I'm just a little puzzled, where did your grievances come from? You know it yourself, or your ancestors... "

"You want to ask, did I live for a thousand years, or have I passed down this resentment since my ancestors, right?" He squinted and asked me.

I didn't hide it, and said truthfully: "You are right, that's what I think."

"Hmm..." Rehn let out a long snort, and he said, "If you believe it, I can tell you."

"What if I don't believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, even if I say it, it will only waste your tongue and time. It is better to go back to bed earlier."

Renn said lightly.

I spread my hands, smiled, and said, "Then please tell me, I will listen with the idea of ​​believing."

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