Po Tian Xie Zun

"Fuck you, you dare to snatch things from labor and capital, you're getting impatient!"

"Clap clap clap..."

After flying up the cliff with Hong Feng in his arms, Xie Wuya immediately turned around and saw him smiling so dazzlingly. While cursing, he swung the thunder sword in his hand suddenly, and the sword wind mixed with the breath of thunder was like thunder falling suddenly, densely packed attacked him.

"Not good... hurry up and spread out..."

The man was startled, tiptoed, and flew down quickly, not forgetting to warn the companions below.

"Boom boom..."

The sword wind mixed with thunder and lightning was strong and sharp, as if he had his own consciousness, he was chasing after the man closely, but the man was not a vegetarian, and before he was about to fall to the ground, he turned around and took a look, his body abruptly turned to the left and flew quickly , the sword wind horribly hit the ground, the entire corridor was blown up in an instant, and even the cliff wall was blown out into a horrifying hollow. Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but twitch their mouths. Damn, luckily they flashed Hurry up, if this is hit, it is estimated that even the corpse will not be left behind, right?

"Hong Feng is fine, let's go down."

After carefully inspecting Hong Feng's body and making sure that he was just stunned, Xie Wuya looked down the mountain viciously, casually threw Hong Feng into the space, and took the lead in diving down, hmph, even if the other party didn't hurt Hong Feng Meaning, it is an indisputable fact that he was robbed, Xie Wuya will eat everything, but he is not used to being disadvantaged.

"Deputy head, deputy head, are you okay?"

On the other side, after finally recovering their lives, the mercenary group rushed to the man's side and asked with concern, sizing him up all the time.

"It's okay, where is the leader? Is there anything wrong?"

The man smiled boldly, which softened his resolute face a lot. When he asked about the leader, his piercing tiger eyes couldn't help looking at the stretcher that was being carried by two people behind and covered with red tulle. With Chi Guoguo's worry, a touch of deeply hidden affection lurks in it.

"Ahem... I... I'm fine..."

The woman's voice sounded very weak. Along with her cough, a faint smell of blood also spread in the air. You don't need to look to know that the woman may be seriously injured.

"Head, look, I have found the blood ginseng, as long as Master Mo Lin refines it into a potion for you to drink, your injury will heal immediately."

The man rushes over to deliver the blood ginseng to the stretcher like offering treasures, his voice is unspeakably excited.

"Great, the leader is finally saved."

Seeing the huge blood ginseng, everyone in the mercenary group cheered excitedly. Their group leader was wounded in the neck by a monster in the last mission. The blood stopped quickly, but the wound recovered quickly. It was extremely slow. They searched all the medicinal materials that could stop the bleeding and refined them into potions for him to drink, but they did not receive the desired curative effect. Blood ginseng was their only hope.

"I...cough..."

Before she could say anything, the woman started to cough quickly, and the man grasped the edge of the stretcher with his veins exposed on the back of his hand, and hurriedly stopped him: "Stop talking, Master Molin will be able to refine the potion soon."

"Don't worry, just leave everything to me!"

A man who seemed arrogant and complacent said confidently that he should be the so-called Master Molin in the man's mouth.

"please!"

Handing the blood ginseng to him, the man's attitude is abnormally respectful, but it's normal when you think about his identity. Alchemists are not a very rare profession in this world, but alchemists who are advanced enough to refine blood ginseng There are very few magicians. If there is a high-level alchemist in a mercenary group, it will imperceptibly improve the image of the mercenary group and give them a lot of help. Naturally, they will enshrine him like a god up.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Mo Lin took the blood ginseng excitedly. This is the legendary blood ginseng, but...

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance to refine it."

In the next second, a group of people headed by Xie Wuya landed on the opposite side of them like flying immortals.

"Protection leader! Who are you?"

The man was startled. As expected of the A-level mercenary group, they immediately entered the state of preparation for battle in an orderly manner. Everyone's eyes were like beasts, staring at Xie Wuya and them closely.

"You have no right to know."

Leaning at him faintly, Xie Wuya didn't seem to feel the strength of the enemy at all, walked gracefully in front of Mo Lin step by step, lowered his eyes to look at the blood ginseng in his hand, and showed a look of contempt on his face , because he is also qualified to refine blood ginseng, what a fucking waste of treasure.

"You... what do you mean?"

Even an idiot can see Xie Wuya's naked contempt, and Mo Lin instantly felt a great insult, thinking that he is a majestic intermediate alchemist, how could he allow such an insult to a brat with no hair at all.

"I think you probably won't be able to run away at the age of four or fifty, and look at your sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks. You have a fat brain, two short and three thick, and fluffy feet. It is obviously the result of perennial indulgence and pleasure. You are a talented person. Even my uncle The cute girl behind you is no match, I don't think your alchemy level is much higher, it's a fucking waste of blood ginseng refining for you."

Changing from the elegance just now, Xie Wuya conjured a piece of grass into his mouth out of nowhere, and walked around him several times before he clicked his tongue, shook his head and shook his head to dislike him inside and out After a while, someone's face turned blue, then black, then blue, and finally turned into the color of pig liver, which was very beautiful.

"Haha...Wu Ya, I don't think you don't tell me, but after you say it...well...he's a meatball that can move..."

"Forehead…"

Si Yunan's gloating voice fell, regardless of enemy or friend, everyone's foreheads went dark at the same time, damn, you look more like a moving meatball, right?And it's still fresh meat, all kinds of delicious.

"You...you...brats, I'll kill you..."

Mo Lin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, his palms suddenly gathered strength, and his palms grabbed Xie Wuya's slender neck like eagle claws, obviously aiming for his life.

"Maureen can't..."

The deputy head roared in fright, but it was too late to stop it.

"Humph! It's just you?"

With his eyes fixed, Xie Wuya reached out his hand unceremoniously, clasped his five fingers in an instant, and met his surprised gaze with a cruel and bright smile on his lips.

"Clap clap clap..."

"what…"

The sound of bone smashing rang out horribly. Immediately afterwards, Mo Lin let out a howl like a pig, and the whole arm that attacked Xie Wuya became limp in an instant, as if there were no bones. In fact, it was almost the same. In the moment just now, Xie Wuya forced his fighting energy into his arm, and now the bones in his arm have been completely shattered, and there is basically no possibility of recovery.

"Ah...it hurts to death...Han Po, hurry up and save me..."

Everyone was frightened by Xie Wuya's ruthlessness. It wasn't until Mo Lin screamed for help that the deputy head, Han Po, rushed over. Since his name was exactly the same as the real name of the Dark Lord, Xie Wuya couldn't help being stunned. Startled, let him rescue the person easily.

"Wu Ya, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing Xie Wuya's daze, Si Yunan and the others stepped forward worriedly.

"Huh? No, nothing."

When he regained his senses, Xie Wuya gave them a comforting smile, and when his eyes turned to the person named Han Po, it suddenly became complicated again. There was no way, the Dark Lord was basically his death now. Even if the opponent only has the same name as the Dark Lord, he still has a kind feeling, as if the Dark Lord has returned.

"The arm is completely useless."

After saving Mo Lin, Han Po stroked his limp arm and shook his head feebly.

"It deserves it, who made him suddenly attack Wuya?"

Si Yunan let out a sigh, and said unceremoniously, Han Po suddenly raised his head, only then did he realize that although they all looked young, probably only in their teens, they were all handsome in appearance, dressed in silk and satin, with an air of temperament. Unique, the most important thing is that the lowest level of cultivation is at the soldier level, and the handsome young man who is the leader, whose strength is at the peak of the general level, can't see his cultivation level. There is only one reason, his cultivation level surpasses the general level. ?A teenage king-level cultivator, the entire Ziling Kingdom, out of His Majesty Fengdi and Changfeng Prince, it is impossible to find a third one, right?

"Looking at your young age, you didn't expect to be cruel and cruel in your actions. He just responded to your insults. A little lesson is fine. Why do you have to cripple his arm? Do you know how important an arm is to an alchemist? ?”

Although Han Po was shocked by their strength in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. He even stood up and scolded them very unceremoniously. His tiger eyes kept staring at Xie Wuya's eyes, carefully paying attention to every nerve reflex of his. Without Mo Lin, where would they go to find an intermediate alchemist to refine blood ginseng for the leader?This is also the fundamental source of his courage.

"Hmph, I don't know how important an arm is to an alchemist. I only know how precious life is to a person. With your cultivation level, you should be aware of his killing intent. Since If so, why should I let him go? Repaying grievances with kindness is something an idiot would do, the only thing to blame is his own lack of eyesight, he can’t tell who can move and who can’t move casually.”

Thin lips curved, Xie Wuya snorted coldly, and said coldly, he is not a saint, others are going to kill him, how could he not fight back?His dog's life is decided.

"This...you..."

Han Po looked like an upright man. Hearing what he said, he instantly felt ashamed. Indeed, Mo Lin was the first to kill. If he had to say it, he was just defending himself.