Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

The twenty sand-bone men who came rushing through the wind and sand burst into laughter from ear to ear when they saw that there were no guards at the gate of the city, but a dozen or so women whose looks and figures were not to be flirted with.

Their left and right mouthparts opened and closed, and foul-smelling saliva flowed out. The leader of the sand-bone tribe looked at the deputy beside him, with a strange expression on his face that seemed to be a smile:
"Baeyin, I didn't expect a group of skinny horses to defend the city this time. We're going to have a full meal."

The sand-bone tribe is brutal by nature, and they won't do anything to women after they win.

In their conception, Central Plains women are not as beautiful as Shabone women.

The leader's deputy was Baiyin who had been crushed by Wei Canglan. The bone armor on his chest was dented and shattered, and it was difficult to regenerate it in a short time. If he encountered a strong enemy, he might be at risk of defeat. A small faction that the Bone Race went south together acted as a deputy.

At this moment, through his round eyes, through the eye sockets of the monster skull, he saw the people of the Meihu Sect, and sneered:
"It's a pity that these skinny horses can't stand the toss of our sand-bone men, or else I'll take my brothers to try something new."

"Hahaha!"

"If you can't, how many will you catch?"

"Forget it. I attacked this town a few days ago. I originally wanted to catch some rebels. I didn't expect that some of these women were monks with fox tails showing off.

"Oh?"

When Baiyin heard other people's words, he couldn't help frowning, and became interested:
"In other words, these skinny horses may be monks?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of monk or warrior he is, monkeys and skinny horses in the Central Plains have always been our lunch, just kill them."

However, Bayin was not dazzled by the victory like the others. He still had lingering fears about the guy who looked like a skinny horse but was actually a monkey.

That guy could actually hurt himself.

And that guy's mount was also very strange, and he even killed two good players directly.

Danger.

Practitioners in the Central Plains are still somewhat dangerous.

Bayin still has a bit of a brain, unlike other sandbone people with well-developed limbs and simple minds, he turned his head and said to the leader of this small force:

"Juehe, we have to be careful of these thin horses and monkeys in the Central Plains."

"My hand was broken by a man who looked like a woman."

When the others heard it, they immediately smiled mockingly:
"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why are you talking so much? Baiyin, you are a waste!"

"Hehe, that's right, if you can be hurt by monkeys in the Central Plains, if you say it, you will be laughed to death by your peers."

"I think you'd better stay in Mobei, stay with Master Ligu, it's the safest place."

Painful life and fear of death, seeking safety, among the sand bone tribe, is the most shameless thing.

Bayin really wanted to beat this companion to death with a hammer, but now that he was dependent on others and his own manpower was insufficient, he could only choose to remain silent.

The leader Juehe opened and closed his mouthparts twice, nodded and said:

"I see, Baiyin, you stay here and wait for us to break the city."

When Baiyin heard it, he immediately understood.

This Juehe also looked down on him.

But he won't really obey the order and wait in place.

He is very hungry now, and needs the delicious meat of the lean horse, to save a meal.

"rush!"

"Men of the Sandbone Tribe, follow me!"

boom--

Under Juehe's loud order, the people of the Shabone Clan rushed towards the dozen or so disciples of the Meihu Sect like ten thousand horses galloping.

The momentum shook the sky, and the earth seemed to be trembling.

The yellow sand filled the air, covering the sky and the sun in the wind.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

On the other side, Wang Xiaoran, who was leading the crowd to meet the enemy, watched them charge again, and didn't plan to sit still. He raised his arms, waved his long sleeves, and shouted:
"Slay the sand-bone tribe, and pay with blood!"

The voice fell.

But she didn't rush out to meet the enemy.

joke.

What are the advantages of monks?
It is a powerful long-distance Taoism and spell.

A small number of monks will exercise some physical fitness to make up for the lack of short legs.

Most of them will continue to cast spells at a distance during the battle.

With an order, the members of the Meihu Sect who were standing scattered suddenly felt the wind under their feet and moved and changed. In the blink of an eye, the 11 people stood in an orderly manner, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

Of course, monks practiced normally, not just working behind closed doors.

When they were taking classes in the mountain gate, the elders and the principals talked about the skills of fighting the enemy together.

Very simple.

Just work together.

Cooperating with the Taoism and spells performed by many people, the power is huge.

The eleven Meihu Sect disciples stood upright, their faces were stern, and there was no trace of fear.

When the city was broken before, the disciples of the Meihu Sect encountered an accident, and they were completely caught off guard. They lost their composure in the panic and never used the multiplayer spell.

But now it's different.

They all came prepared.

Not to mention killing all the unknown enemies of the Shabone Tribe, it will definitely make them unable to eat.

The leader, Wang Xiaoran, had awe-inspiring eyes, fluttering sleeves, and raised his hands, constantly changing the kneading formula in the wind, and the devilish energy lingered around his body.

Then came the elderly Elder Zhou, who moved in the same way as Wang Xiaoran.

Behind them are the rest of the disciples.

11 people, the movements are uniform, the gestures in the hands are extremely synchronized, and the steps of the feet are not the slightest mistake.

hum-

After a few tricks, a huge magic circle unfolded under the feet of more than a dozen people. The light pink magic energy exclusive to the Meihu Sect is not as creepy and infiltrating as other Demonic Dao Sects. On the contrary, its color and momentum are like peach blossoms in spring. Countless The petals gather and dance and whirl in the wind.

The people of the Shabone Tribe, who had charged several feet away, couldn't help laughing out loud when they saw this scene:
"Hey, juggling, how many years haven't we seen?"

"These skinny horses from the Central Plains are really interesting. Do you think these fancy things can stop us?"

But Baiyin shouted loudly, feeling cold in his heart, these guys have no brains at all, it is the spell of the Central Plains people, it looks fancy, but its power is not small.

"rush!"

Sure enough, the leader Juehe was still shouting.

Twenty Shabone Tribe monsters, huge in stature, crushed away towards the Meihu Sect crowd like overwhelming the sky.

However, when they were five feet away from the group of women, they saw the pale pink devilish energy burst out suddenly, like a straight beam of light, hitting Huanglong straight ahead.

boom--

The yellow sand on the ground was lifted up, and the burst of magic energy left a huge gully in the sand.

The end of the pale pink beam of light hit Juhe, the leader of the Shabone Tribe.

In an instant, the bones and armor of this brainless leader were all shattered, and his right arm and right shoulder were missing.

And the subordinates behind and beside him were naturally not much better.

There was a man with the head of a monster, which was directly reduced to flying ash under the impact of the devilish energy.