Demon Sword God

Someone actually dared to stop him. The faces of the five members of the Mosang Slave Group suddenly showed expressions of surprise. The leader of the group turned around first to see what kind of person dared to disturb the Mosang Group's "hunting".

In the deep alley, a slightly thin black-haired figure was holding one hand on the wall, panting slightly. Seeing the people in the slave group turn around and stop, Mu Lin stood up and held the long and wide piece with his right hand.

The shapeless molten iron thunder god. At the same time, he raised his left hand and hung a medal on his left chest.

Mo Sang's captain's eyes suddenly became much more solemn the moment he saw the medal.

The fourth-level wooden knight... is rare...

"Mr. Knight, please do not interfere with our Mosang Group's hunting." The captain specially emphasized the words "Mossan" and "hunting" in his tone.

The Mosang Group is a super business group that no country wants or dares to offend.

"Put him down." Mu Lin's tone left no room for negotiation.

"He is your family member?" The captain's eyes narrowed.

"No." Mu Lin's expression did not change at all.

"Then he is your friend?"

"no."

"So... is he your slave?" It is against industry ethics to forcibly capture a slave who has an owner. If the child you captured is really the slave of the other party, then you must take him away.

Returning it, the captain hesitated for a moment.

"No." Mu Lin's expression and answer remained unchanged.

The captain suddenly became a little angry: "This is not the case, and that is not the case either. If you don't let us take him away, what do you want to do?"

"Him!" Mu Lin raised his left hand and pointed at Bekas on a big man. "He owes me money..." Mu Lin paused and then said, "So, you can't take him away."

"Boy, you're kidding us!" The captain couldn't hold back his anger after hearing this dumbfounding reply.

Swish swish——

The five people from the Mosang Group raised their maces above their heads and rushed towards Mu Lin.

"Sigh... Debt collection is really not an easy job..." Mu Lin muttered to himself, then raised the God of Thunder and greeted him slowly.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

After five fierce collisions, both sides retreated a distance.

The fight just now was just to test the extent of his current strength. Mu Lin had not fought against anyone for many years, so he was not very clear about his current combat effectiveness. The medal on the captain's chest proved that he was a fifth-level warrior.

Soldiers and others did not wear medals.

From the previous fight, Mu Lin could indeed feel the pressure, and this pressure came from the power of the fifth-level warrior. The other four maces did not pose any threat to him, except for the one with the fifth-level warrior.

After the collision, Mu Lin's jaw was still numb.

The difference is really huge.

While Mu Lin was thinking this, Captain Mo Sang was also thinking this.

This is the first time Captain Mo Sang has seen a wood-attributed knight. Legend has it that the wood-attributed fighting spirit, like the light attribute, is a type of healing aid and is not suitable for combat at all. Especially the wood-attributed fighting spirit is all designed to assist.

There is no fighting skill that can be used in actual combat. Therefore, the wood attribute knight is called the most useless battlefield knight. Without the support of fighting skills, the wood attribute knight is almost the same as a pure physical practitioner without fighting spirit.

The peak of his own ability has just reached the level of entering the third level. In the battle just now, Captain Mo Sang deeply felt that the fourth level wooden knight in front of him was indeed far from his opponent.