You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Madman, quickly suppress this man. The prince gave you money, not to let you come to watch the show."

At this time, one of the soul-catching envoys flew out directly. After breaking a tree, the whole body stopped, and then turned to look at the man watching the show on horseback.

"Why are you in a hurry?"

The man laughed, and then suddenly exerted force and flew into the air, stepped on the old man's shoulder, and the old man immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and stepped back a few steps.

However, the man was relentless and stepped on the old man's chest several times. The old man flew backwards directly, and his whole body hit the book behind him hard, and his body slid down and fell to the ground.

"Mobei swordsman? That's all."

The madman looked at the old man in front of him with disdain.

I haven't even exerted my strength yet, and you can't do it? You are too weak.

"Ahem, damn it, young friend, are you willing to lend a helping hand to me? Although I don't know why you are looking for the Wuxin tribe, if you are willing to lend a helping hand to me, I will personally take you to find the Wuxin tribe."

"There is a holy object in the ancestral land of the Wuxin tribe. Only I know where the holy object is. I will take you to find it."

At this time, the old man looked at Ye Lin who was drinking tea calmly in the distance and said, most people would have been scared out of their wits when seeing this scene, but Ye Lin was still able to drink tea calmly, and the old man felt that Ye Lin was not simple.

There are such people, first, they are very confident in their own strength, and second, they are idiots, but there are very few idiots in this world.

"Oh? There are helpers?"

The madman was full of surprise, turned his head with a smile and looked at Ye Lin in the distance. After looking for a while, he shook his head in disappointment.

It's just an ordinary mortal with a strange appearance.

I thought it was a very powerful helper?

"The holy object of the Wuxin tribe?"

Ye Lin was full of doubts. At this time, he remembered what Lin Ping said to him. It seems that this old man can't die. The holy object is likely to be something from the Tianlan Holy Land.

The holy land of the ancient times, as long as it can be passed down to the present, is extremely extraordinary.

"You have successfully moved me."

At this time, Ye Lin slowly stood up, and the horse bandits around him slowly walked towards Ye Lin, directly surrounding Ye Lin in the center.

"My friend, you just need to help me hold back the three soul-catching envoys, this, I will do."

The old man looked at the madman in front of him, then stood up with difficulty and grabbed the long knife beside him.

"Still have the strength to fight? Not bad."

Looking at the old man in front of him, the madman was full of surprise. Although he was so seriously injured, the old man still had the strength to fight, which aroused his interest.

"Boy, die."

At this time, the horse bandit in front of Ye Lin showed a cruel smile to Ye Lin, and then raised the big knife in his hand to chop Ye Lin.

In his eyes, Ye Lin was just a weak scholar.

Looking at the knife, Ye Lin slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the blade.

"What?"

This scene directly shocked the bandits around him. Catching a knife with bare hands?

The next moment, Ye Lin flicked his finger, a flash of sword light flashed, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on the bandit's forehead. The bandit fell backwards with an unwilling look on his face, and his whole body fell heavily on the ground, and he was out of breath.

Seeing this scene, the old man was full of joy. He did not make a mistake. The internal force was released, and the master's mark, the young man in front of him was actually a master. As expected, you can't judge a person by his appearance.