In other words, when Huandu Ruoshui shouted, three people in the White Horse camp looked in shock and looked in the direction where Wei Yuan was.

Among them, two were Zhao Yin and the Zhao family guard who came with them from the border Smoke City. They naturally knew that Wei Yuan had entered Shenjian Mountain with Huandu and his group. However, the meaning contained in Huandu Ruoshui was a bit intriguing. Could this Wei Wuhen be really a master who has never been born?

There was another person who turned his eyes to Wei Yuan. This person was wearing a hat, covering his face, and his aura was also fascinated. It was impossible to tell whether it was a illumination of gods or fortune, but the aura emitted from him was really scary. You could tell at a glance that it was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Wei Wuhen, it turns out you are here! It's so hard for me to find it!"

On the other side, the white horse Miaocai, who was pulled back with his collar, shouted angrily, "Let me go!"

Po Lao held Miaocai and retreated to the Baima clan and his group before he put it down, and said lightly, "This boy is definitely not simple. I am afraid that even if I fight with him, I may not be able to gain any advantage. Second young master, think twice!"

As soon as these words were said, Bai Ma Miaocai frowned slightly, and his eyes were still very vicious when he looked at Wei Yuan, but he did not step forward again.

On the other hand, Baima Yuan Rang turned around and looked over with some surprise. Could it be that this is a great god invited by the Huandu clan?

Everyone turned to look at Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan was indifferent to Huandu Ruoshui's request for help. He frowned slightly. It seemed that Qingcheng Sword Sheath was not here.

Thinking of this, he spoke, "What did the Dugu clan take away in and out of Shenjian Mountain?"

Hearing this, Huan in the sword tomb was soft and bitter, "Senior, don't ask these questions at this time. If you can help me take this red armored man, I will take you to Dugu's house and ask!"

Hearing this, Wei Yuan did not agree at once. He knew that the red armor was not that easy to deal with. If he did not find a flaw, he might not be able to easily take it down even if the White Horse clan people were added.

While the two were talking from afar, the red armor found the right time and stabbed out with a sword. The vast sword energy penetrated several feet of distance. It actually penetrated the chest of a guest official Huandu, and blood splashed out. Not only that, the sword energy stirred, and in the blink of an eye, the guest official's internal organs were all destroyed. It was so dead that he could not die.

This change exceeded everyone's expectations, and no one could have imagined that the seven fortune-telling monks could not compete with the red armor.

Bai Ma Yuanrang knew that the opportunity had finally come, and he shouted, "Don't panic, I'll save you!"

He didn't care whether Wei Wuhen was really extraordinary in realm. Even if he was at the top of the creation, he was not the armored puppet with endless magic. After they took the red armored puppet, if Wei Wuhen dared to make any trouble, the Baima family could even waste him to death.

Besides, there are also monks who are photogenic and the Baima family. If he really dares to take action, he will not think about staying in Gui Fangguo anymore. Go out of the country and fight with the strange beasts.

Baima Yuan made the bet that Wei Wuhen dared not have any idea of ​​making a breakthrough. After all, strange beasts are rampant outside the country, and they are all giants. There are not only one or two existences of fortune in the Giant Canyon. There are four cultivators in the upper realm who are known as the Unparalleled Giant. Moreover, the power of the giant's physical strength has always been much stronger than that of the human cultivators. Not to mention that Wei Wuhen went out alone, even a group of people. If he met an Unparalleled Giant, he would probably end up being wiped out.

He rushed into the sword tomb with the White Horse clan and a group of fortune cultivators. In addition, Huandu and others, a total of twelve fortune cultivators all surrounded the red armor.

"Shui'er, you think I'd be nice to you. Since I'm so kind to you, I'll give this red armor to our Baima family. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to explain when I go back. Isn't it great to use this red armor as a betrothal gift on the day I go to your house to propose marriage?"

Bai Ma Yuan Rang flashed and appeared beside Huandu Ruoshui, and spoke with a flattering smile.

Huan Du Shu didn't answer, her face was gloomy. She knew that if the White Horse clan had a foot in the game today, it would be hard to say who would eventually fall in the red armor. Moreover, a guest official in the Huan Du clan has died, which is also a big blow to Huan Du.

Of course, these are not the most important. The most important thing is that if it is spread in the future, people in the world will probably say that it was Chen Jian Mountain where Bai Ma Huan joined forces to break into. This is not a good thing for surpassing the Dugu clan in the future.

But now Wei Yuan does not plan to take action. If Huandu family is just relying on it, he will probably be defeated by the red armor one by one. The White Horse Clan joins the battlefield and saves their lives.

The twelve monks of fortune all took action, and the red armor was at a disadvantage for a moment and retreated step by step. At this moment, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a small sword condensed by the power of the soul quietly emerged, flew into the sword tomb without leaving any trace, and stabbed into the body of the red armored man.

The red armor is a puppet. Without the words of soul, Wei Yuan's sword energy condensed from his soul will naturally not hurt him, but this small sword is not used to kill this puppet.

This red-armored puppet looks like a ghost art, but is very similar to a branch of the talisman. The talisman art puppet carved talisman patterns inside the armor, and used the talisman art to control the armor, like an arm to use the fingers.

Compared with the Talisman Armor Puppet that only needs the support of the talisman power to operate without any obstacles, the Red Armor, which still needs to absorb the life and realm of the armored person to exert its strength, is obviously inferior.

So Wei Yuan wanted to see what the red armor looks like, is it really the power of the talisman as he guessed? If this is true, Wei Yuan would have the means to deal with it. After all, on the road of talismans, there may not be many people in the world that can compete with Wei Yuan! The red armored man was still fighting with the twelve fortune-tellers, and Wei Yuan controlled the small sword of the soul and quietly wandered inside the armor. The scene he saw in front of him confirmed his guess.

"Sure enough!"

Wei Yuan's eyes lit up slightly, and the small sword condensed by his soul was his eyes, and as soon as he entered the armor, he could see it.

As he expected, this was clearly a talisman armor, but the talismans engraved in the armor seemed not mature, so they could not use the power of heaven and earth. They could only absorb the life and realm of the person wearing armor to play their role.

And most importantly, the person who is inscribed at this moment seems not very proficient in talismans. Although the runes are well drawn, the technique of drawing talismans is shoddy and is simply unsightly.
Chapter completed!