The cane in the middle-aged man's hand was in the void, and every stroke would flow out a line with a light white light in the void. When the crescent white light reached the middle-aged man, the white line in front of him had turned into a wall with white light, firmly blocking the crescent white light outside, and then the crescent white light suddenly dissipated. The middle-aged yellow turban man smiled and said, "Hahaha, little baby, you are very good. You have been refining the body and building the foundation at this age. I don't know which sect trained the disciples. I wonder if killing you will make your sect crazy!"

The young general stared at the middle-aged man of the Yellow Turbans and said angrily: "The Demonic Way, grandpa is just building the foundation for six turns. I'm more than enough to kill you a demonic way in the spiral period. Today, when I kill you, you, the head of the Yellow Turban thief Qu Shun, is enough for me to be promoted to several levels."

The middle-aged man in the Yellow Turban smiled and said, "Hahaha, kill me, you think you are the Martial Saint, and you can't do anything to me if the body refining cultivator is not a Martial Saint. I don't believe you don't know. I think you are delaying time and attracting other masters to siege me. But unfortunately, there are many people we come today. On the way to Luoyang, other masters have been ambushing there. The reason why I played with you for so long was actually a person I wanted to lead. Now that the people I am waiting for are coming, I won't play with you."

After hearing this, the general said angrily: "The Demonic, I will not let you be happy. The person you are waiting for is the person in the forest over there. Although I don't know what kind of person it is worthy of your Yellow Turban Thief, so many coaches Qu come here, but I will not let you be happy."

After saying that, he said to the soldiers around him: "Why are you still standing there? Shoot me there quickly!"

After the words were finished, the soldiers immediately began to bend their bows and shoot arrows again. This is the difference between the regular army and the informal army. Although these Han soldiers were also frightened by the methods of the middle-aged man from the Yellow Turban Army just now, they could shoot arrows quickly and execute orders as soon as they heard the order. No one next to Ma Fan dared to move at this moment except Niu Shun and Niu Er.

At this time, the young general shouted like thunder. His two thick arms, like two pillars, suddenly raised up. The power of his hands seemed to squeeze the big sword in his hand, lifted it up high, and then sat down and started running with the same intention, blending into his sword, the man and horse sabers joined together and slashed towards the dense forest where Ma Fan and others were!

Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh! Brush! Brush! Brush!

The feather arrow pierced into the dense forest, hitting the trees and making a dull collision sound like a war drum, flying to the leaves, making some sounds of wind blowing, but no matter what sound, it was extremely terrifying. From time to time, arrow branches shot into people, and several painful howlings sounded.

Ma Fan's heart was beating constantly. Although he was very lucky and did not get an arrow, this kind of torture made people run wilder than being injured. In just a moment, Ma Fan felt as long as a century had passed. There was a lot of sweat in his palm, and it was wet. But he himself didn't know. Ma Fan prayed in his heart that the middle-aged man in the Yellow Turban Army below quickly discovered his conscience and took action to stop these arrows again. Ma Fan had never longed for power so much, nor did he hate himself so much that he had never hated himself for being weak. He knew that life was too far away, and saving life was the king. If he could walk out of here alive, he must find a way to make himself have the ability to save his life first, and others could be abandoned in order to save his life.

Finally, the middle-aged man of the Yellow Turban also moved, his hands quickly drew in the air, and countless complex white stripes appeared in the air. A large golden net composed of white lines flew out in an instant, chasing them and covering the archery soldiers, young generals and their seated war horses. The soldiers screamed in pain when they were shrouded by the huge net, and died one by one.

However, the young generals were extremely fast and their power was too strong. They directly shattered the huge nets around them, and even shook the white lines for the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to dissipate between heaven and earth, and then continued to rush towards the forest.

Although the white net slightly blocked the middle-aged man, such blocking seemed to be like no blocking. Seeing that the god-like young player was about to rush into the dense forest, Ma Fan felt that he was numb and could even face death calmly.

The middle-aged man in the Yellow Turban face was not calm at this moment. He held a staff in his hand and took strange steps. There were words every year. When the young general slashed less than one foot away from Ma Fan, a black light hit the young general. The young general's sword was suspended in the air as if solidified, and could not move at all! Then, the young general's reign exploded and shattered into countless pieces of meat.

The middle-aged man in Yellow Turban squirted blood and said, "I was careless. I just met a six-turn physical cultivation and was forced to burn my essence and blood."

After a while, the middle-aged man wearing yellow turbans returned to normal and shouted to the forest where Ma Fan was, "Come out for me!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's call, the five still alive people looked at each other. Niu Shun stood up and saw Niu Shun standing up. The remaining four people also stood up. Then they walked out of the dense forest together, ran to the road below, and arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

After the station was settled, Niu Shun said: "Thank you, Sir Qu, for saving me, I don't know the name of Sir Qu's surname?"

The middle-aged man said: "Li Le is right, who are you Ma Fan, the son of Ma Yuanyi?"

Ma Fan, named Li Le, seemed to have some impression of this. In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, this person seemed to be a general of the Baibo Yellow Turban Army. He was ordered to guard Emperor Xian of Han and others to Luoyang. Because he was afraid of Cao Cao's power, he joined forces with Yang Feng to deal with Cao Cao. Later, he was killed by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. This person was able to show off his face in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and it was indeed much more powerful than the nameless people such as Niu Shun. However, Ma Fan didn't know what this person was for him, and it seemed that he knew early on that one of the few was himself.

Thinking that everyone was from the Yellow Turban Army, this person shouldn't be doing anything to him, Ma Fan calmed down and said, "Ma Fan has met Uncle Li."

Ma Fan thought to himself that his cheap father and Li Le were both coaches of the Yellow Turban Army, and their status was similar, so he might even know each other, so he called him Uncle to get in touch.
Chapter completed!