Beiyin Great Sage

Black shadows hovered in the sky, surrounding the one-horned white horse, and then suddenly fell down, sweeping in all directions from one point.

"Pa bang..."

"Snapped!"

For a moment, smoke and dust were everywhere, the crowd screamed, and everyone who came close to the white horse was thrown away without exception.

The black shadow retracted, and it turned out to be a long black whip. At the end of the whip was a tall woman, who was looking coldly at the audience.

The woman was dressed in pure black clothing and leather boots, which looked like some kind of combat uniform or a close-fitting leather jacket, which showed off her beautiful figure.

Short hair and delicate facial features.

However, a diagonal scar from the eyebrow to the chin ruined this beauty, and the eyes were extremely cold, making people afraid to look directly.

"not bad!"

A flirtatious voice came from behind the woman:

"It's been less than ten days since I came here, and I can surround and kill Baimane. This group of newcomers should be considered relatively good in recent years."

"No one who is strong enough can withstand White Mane." Another voice sounded. Different from the former, the latter's voice was calmer and more powerful:

"The shield just now should be a high-grade weapon with special effects. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a few second-grade tiger bones to withstand White Mane's tricks."

"Third-grade inner strength is not so easy to achieve."

As the sound approached, three figures stepped out of the darkness one after another.

A tall and thin man with stern eyes, crossed his arms on his chest, and looked back and forth at everyone in the room, especially the women among them.

Beside him was a short, middle-aged man.

The man had two swords hanging at his waist, and his eyes were sharp. He ignored others and only looked at the stronger people such as Zhou Jia and Fatty Han.

The last one is the most mysterious.

The whole person was hidden in a black cloak, and his skinny right hand stretched out from under the cloak, grasping a wooden staff that seemed to be intertwined with vines.

Dressed up like a Western magician in a fantasy genre.

The four people have different looks, some are wearing armor or fashionable leather clothes, and one is mysterious, making it difficult to guess their origins.

What he said was obviously not Mandarin, but it was still understandable.

Brutal white horse!

Four people suddenly appeared!

The strength is obviously extremely powerful.

Everyone in the field looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Um!"

Fatty Han struggled to get up, lowered his head and glanced at his chest, his eyes couldn't help but reveal horror.

He had armor stolen from a wolf-headed monster, but the armor cracked, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

The whip just now not only shattered the armor, but also tore his flesh.

Not to mention armor.

Nowadays, his skin and flesh are as strong as the tough cowhide. If an ordinary person cuts it with a knife, it may not be able to cut through it if the blade is unfavorable.

That woman can do this easily, her strength...

One can imagine!

As his thoughts turned, the expression on his face couldn't help but become more solemn, and he looked at the four people with fear:

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are." A hoarse, low voice came from under the cloak:

"The important thing is, do you want to leave here?"

As soon as his words came out, there was a sudden silence.

Even those who were injured and groaning in pain held their breath and stared at the cloaked weirdo.

leave?

Who doesn’t want to leave!

Zhou Jia leaned against the big tree, his heart beating wildly.

Although he was injured just now, it was not serious. It was just that the visitor was strange. Just in case, he planned to show weakness first to see the situation.

At this time, I couldn’t help but ask:

"How to leave?"

"Yes! How can we get out of this hellish place?"

"Can you take us away?"

"..."

For a time, the place was full of noise.

"shut up!"

This situation made the man with stern eyes look impatient, and he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

As his voice appeared, a cloud of white smoke emerged from his mouth, then expanded wildly, sweeping in all directions together with the voice.

"boom……"

In an instant, the trees swayed, the water burst, and everything fell silent.

Zhou Jia felt his ears buzzing, and when he looked next to him, Chen Hui's face was dull, and there was even a trace of blood flowing out of her ears, and she staggered back.

This voice...

Sonic power?

"you!"

The man ignored the fear and discomfort of everyone present, pointed at Fatty Han, and said coldly:

"You tell me!"

"Others, shut up!"

The corner of Fatty Han's mouth twitched. He waited until the tinnitus passed before speaking cautiously:

"What do you do to take us away?"

There is no free lunch in the world. These four people are obviously not good people, and he does not believe that the other party will help for no reason.

"Fat man, you are very smart." The cloaked man chuckled softly:

"It's simple, you do us a favor."

As he spoke, he tapped the wooden stick in his hand, and a layer of green light appeared out of thin air, rushing towards the white horse along the ground, wrapping it in an instant.

The green light silently corroded the vine net and iron pieces, but it also repaired the wounds on the white horse.

But in the blink of an eye, the bruised white horse stood up again, ran to the woman's side, lowered his head and rubbed her intimately.

This weird method also caused everyone's expressions to change. When they looked over, their eyes were full of awe.

Strong, loud, and understandable.

how did you do that?

Legendary magic?

What kind of world is this?

Fatty Han swallowed his saliva and asked:

"What help?"

He could tell that the other party should be the leader of the four. When the cloaked man spoke, the other three fell silent.

There was also some respect in his eyes.

"Over there." The cloaked man slowly stretched out his hand and pointed toward the southeast:

"There is a one-eyed monster, and there are werewolves and zombies guarding it. After you deal with the werewolves and zombies, it is best to lure out the one-eyed monster."

"Then, we fix it."

"When it's done, I'll take you away."

Before Fatty Han could speak, someone couldn't help but ask:

"How to leave..."

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, the slender man among the four looked cold. With a flick of his hand, a cold light flashed through his palm.

"Duh duh duh!"

There were three muffled sounds in succession, and a total of four flying knives appeared, piercing the palms and soles of the speaker's feet one after another, and nailing them to the tree in a large shape.

The sharp pain from the flying knife piercing his hands and feet, and the pulling of his flesh made him scream.

"ah!"

"I don't have a long memory! Say another word, and the next knife will be aimed at your mouth!" He flipped the man's wrist lightly, and a flying knife appeared in his palm again.

"..."

The man nailed to the tree trembled and hurriedly stopped crying. Sweat broke out on his forehead and blood flowed from his hands and feet.

Every tremor of his body would bring severe pain, and the severe pain would cause his muscles to twitch, so complicated that he suffered constant torture.

But the threat of death made him afraid to make a sound.

Zhou Jia's face turned cold, he subconsciously raised the shield in front of him and shrank his body slightly.

These four people are definitely not good people.

They use horses to commit crimes, their attacks are cruel, and their methods are powerful and strange. What they are going to do will definitely not be easy.

But I don’t agree...

Fatty Han also looked ugly, but now people were on the chopping block, letting people eat their flesh. Although there were many of them, they had no effect.

Now he gritted his teeth and said:

"How strong are those things? What are we going to do?"

"Don't worry." The cloaked man said slowly:

"Although there will be some dangers, as long as you are careful, there is still hope of survival. You are still useful, so I won't let you die in vain."

"Um……"

After thinking for a while, he turned his head and said:

"Situ, you can teach them on the way."

"Yes." The man with a calm temperament and two swords hung at his waist nodded.