The Magic Outfit

More than ten miles east of the cave, there were four people gathered together. A young and beautiful female archer was sitting in front of the stump with an arrow pot. She took out the branches of the arrow in the pot. Wiping carefully, her right hand was covered with gauze, and she was obviously injured; a burly warrior leaning against a big tree, stretching and yawning from time to time, and a shy, quiet teenager sitting aside , Looking down at the thoughts.

What looks most special is the middle-aged man lying in the grass. His eyes are white, without pupils, and he is blind.

"Someone is close to the lord!" Said the middle-aged man suddenly.

The attention of the other three people immediately focused on him, and the young female archer Shen Sheng asked: "Did you read it wrong?"

"I can see the plum of moles on the back of your neck now. Do you think I will read it wrong?" The middle-aged man said: "It's not at night, it's not clear at night."

"How many people?" The female archer asked again.

"One." The middle-aged man said: "The Lord seems to find that someone has broken in."

"All day destined to the Lord, I do not know whether it is true or false." The burly warrior whispered.

"The Lord Lord only stayed there for seven or eight days. In his area, the vitality of the woods has been greatly improved, which is much more vigorous than ours." The young boy suddenly said: "So, I believe that if Bao Lan said Is the Lord. "

"The vitality is stronger than ours?" The burly warrior asked suspiciously: "how can't I sense it?"

"Because your heart is not pure enough," the boy said.

The burly warrior pouted and said secretly, knowing to pretend to be a ghost, but the other two trusted the boy very much, and he was not too troublesome.

"Is there any danger to the Lord of Life?" The female archer asked the boy: "What should we do?"

"Lord Lord stayed so long, it should be to avoid strong enemies, but ... impossible!" The teenager frowned, thinking hard: "Lord Lord left almost no trace, and Bao Lan kept cleaning behind, No matter how powerful the enemy ’s family is, it ’s impossible to trace this place! "

"I forgot to tell you something." The female archer suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" The teenager was stunned.

"Fate Lord killed a lot of people in Dashiqiao, and it seems that a woman was rescued." Female Archer said: "At that time, the few of you haven't arrived yet."

"Saved a woman? Is that the woman who is with the Lord now?" The teenager said displeasedly: "Why didn't you tell us at that time?"

"I don't know, but it should be. The distance between me and the lord is always twenty miles away." The female archer paused and smiled bitterly: "I don't tell you, because ... I'm afraid!"

"What are you afraid of?" The teenager asked.

"I sent a hundred thousand hot signals, how many people have come again? Only three of you." The female archer sighed: "If you know that the Lord is still very young, it's just a little fighter, and it's upset again In case of great trouble, it is possible to find reasons to question me, and then ... "

"Sapphire, you don't trust your companions too much!" The young man said, "Big trouble? Do you know who killed him?"

"Yes, it's the Hu family." The female archer said.

"The Hu family in the northern city?"

"Yes." The female archer nodded.

"It's worthy to be the lord, killing the Hu family, and then running to the north of the city, hehe ... Those fools must have been tricked into circles," the teenager laughed.

"Are you still in a mood to laugh?" The female archer hurriedly said: "Hurry up and get an idea, what should we do?"

"Don't hurry this time." The teenager began to think again: "If it is Hu's family ... it's even more impossible, how could ... Hu's family, Hu's family ... I get it!"

"What do you understand?" Several other people asked in unison.

"It's the secret sect."

"What's the connection between the secret sect and the Hu family?" The female archer still didn't understand. The secret sect, like their ascetics, is a branch of the natural sect.

"Not a few words can make it clear, let's go." The teenager stood up slowly.

"Are you sure you want to go?" The female archer said: "Fate Lord's temper is a little ... and he doesn't seem to have a good opinion of our natural sect."

"What do you say about the Lord's temper?"

"I feel ... he seemed to be born for the killing. The samurai regiments who hired me were all killed by him. My hand was also injured by him." The female archer raised his hand while speaking.

"How many people did he kill at Hu Family in Dashiqiao? Have you checked?" The teenager asked.

"Checked, a total of 31."

"Including the driver?"

"Including, the entire team, one is not left."

"Have you thought about it? Why does the Lord not kill you alone?" Said the boy.

The female archer was stunned, his eyes flickering, as if recalling the scene at that time.

"Come on," the young man said, "we can give everything we believe in, but how can we get recognition, otherwise we have not become a group of poor worms? Ha ha ... should always see the previous side."

In front of the cave, Su Tang and Wen Xiang communicated in a low voice, because they foretell what would happen, and they spoke quickly, and used words as concisely as possible.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xiang asked.

"Someone, bald, long beard, about 60 years old, black, his clothes are a little strange." Su Tang was silent for a while, and then spit out two words: "Guru ..." Su Tang has seen the outbreak of the master-level strongman The power has also formed his own judgment. The most basic criterion for the master-level master is to arrive at a situation where spiritual power can be sent and received freely.

The old man walked slowly in the forest. He did n’t care about ordinary branches and leaves, but he could encounter cobwebs, branches in front of him, etc., which were pushed away by his spiritual force, or cracked, he did n’t want to detour , And I do n’t want to bow my head, and I do n’t worry about who is alarmed by the sound.

Coupled with the kind of momentum that Su Tang sensed, he expected that the old man was definitely a master-level master!

"Alone?" Wen Xiang was suspicious.

"One person." Su Tang gave confirmation.

"It seems he wants to eat solitary food ..." Wen Xiang smiled.

"Yeah, he will collapse his old teeth." Su Tang was also laughing.

Wen Xiang ’s injury is almost all right. Su Tang has just refined the Dazheng Sword, and his strength has been greatly improved. He is holding his strength and not knowing how to vent. Then Wen Xiang and Su Tang are a pair of brave little calves.

Soon, the old man stepped out of the woods and stood on the other side of the stream, and Su Tang and Wen Xiang didn't seem to feel anyone approaching at all, still sitting there laughing and drinking slowly.