The strong man stretched out his one arm forward, trying to grab Mi Ling, but it was only a little short of the distance. He had no strength anymore and fainted.

Another Linghu Realm was hiding behind. He saw the strong man appearing like this within a breath. His legs were trembling and he couldn't run. He was frozen in place, his eyes drifting towards the tall man and asking for help from him.

The tall man knew that he had met a good player today, so he turned around and ran away decisively.

Mi Ling would not give him a chance? He pointed his hand and wiped the thin Linghu realm monk's hair by his magic sword, which made him so shocked that he closed his eyes and waited for death.

After a while, he dared to open his eyes. Seeing Mi Ling standing a step ahead, he knelt down and begged for mercy: "Fairy, we have no eyes and offended the fairy, and ask the fairy..."

He was incoherent and said whatever he thought of, nervously, he kept saying, and when Mi Ling was tired, he shouted, "Shut up! I will cut your tongue if you dare to say another word."

The thin monk kept silent for a moment and begged bitterly with his eyes.

On the other side, the tall man ran out three steps and was caught up by the magic sword. He swept his right leg with one sword. He fell heavily to the ground and slid forward for a while before stopping.

The vestment on his body was pretty good, and it was not worn out. He turned around and saw that he had lost one of his legs, and was a little desperate. What is this person's origin? This sword could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary. His spiritual cover and vestment were not even as good as tofu in front of it.

Mi Ling sealed the spiritual orifices of the two and warned the thin monk: "If you dare to run, I will chop your legs."

"I dare not, I will never run away. I will be the fairy for life, and be a cow and a horse."

"You can speak your skills, tell me who is behind you?"

The thin monk glanced at the tall man, and the tall man stared at him, and he shrank his neck.

Mi Ling shook in front of the thin monk with his sword in his hand, and said, "You have to figure it out, should you listen to me or him now?"

The thin monk smiled flatteringly and said, "Of course I listened to the fairy. I don't know much. Our head, bah, he has already made three votes. At that time, he said he was picking up the job from a man named Huaying, and caught the person and sent it directly to him. He would give us spirit stones based on the appearance and temperament of the person he sent, and at most ten thousand spirit stones were given to us at a time."

The thin monk pointed at the tall man and said.

"What else?"

"It's gone, I know so much. Every time I send someone, he will go by himself, and we'll wait."

"Aren't you afraid that he will swallow your spirit stone?"

"There is nothing he can do. He found his life. We will recognize as much as he says. Of course, we will doubt it. But we can't take it online, so we have to let him."

"You've known each other before?"

The thin monk shook his head and said, "I don't know you. I met you in the casino after coming to Tianming City. At that time, I lost all my money and had nothing. He came over to chat with me and asked me if I had a way to make a fortune. I would like to vote with him. I think I have nothing now and I am not afraid of it. I will follow him to do a living to tie people up.

The other people were similar to me, and they were all attracted by him when they were desperate.

He has more than one group of people under his command. I heard that there are two groups who will be sent to him if they catch them."

Mi Ling took the tip of the sword and raised the tall and tall head, and said, "It's your turn to tell me, who is the face of the flower?"

He shook his head violently, and the sword cut a hole in his jaw. He didn't feel the pain and didn't raise his eyelids.

"It's pretty tough."

Mi Ling took a sword and drew a hole through his left arm, revealing a tattoo.

She recognized the tattoo at a glance and smiled: "It turns out it's Long Guard, it's pretty good, no one who lost the Dragon Guard."

The tall man was called out of the past and was not moved.

"I heard that the Dragon Guard rarely has a hardship, and at least he is a child of a small family. If you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family. Even if someone in the Dragon Guard protects you, if you meet me, even the Presbyterian Church will not be able to protect you. You have to think clearly."

The tall man then raised his head, looked up and down Mi Ling, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? You can sign up for a name."

"It's okay to tell you. My name is Mi Ling, and the Jiu Gongzi is my master."

The two kneeling on the ground were shocked, and the thin monk said anxiously: "It turned out to be Fairy Mi. As soon as I saw the Fairy, I knew that the Fairy was definitely not an ordinary person. It turned out to be a celestial immortal in the world..."

Mi Ling glared at him before he stopped talking.

The tall man knew that if what she said was true, it would not be over even if she died, and the whole family would probably not be able to survive. But if he said it, it would be difficult to survive. When he was in a dilemma, Mi Ling said: "Don't worry, if you say it now and I will pass by a message, you will be able to protect your family. In Bei'an City, no one can move unless the sect leader ordered it."

This made the tall man feel a little moved. He also knew that if this Fairy Mi was really the Ninth Young Master, then she said that the one who could protect her family was probably the Black Criminal of the Fox and Wolf. If she was really protected by the Black Criminal, no one would dare to steal people under his hands.

After considering it clearly, the tall man said, "Okay, I'll say..."

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed, and a tall head passed through a spirit arrow, shot in from behind the ears, and penetrated from the side of the face. The force was not too much, just enough to penetrate it.

The thin monk was frightened and collapsed on the ground. Mi Ling was furious and flew around to search, but there was no trace of the murderer.

Meng Qing jumped off the wall and said listlessly: "Stop looking for it, you can't deal with it even if you find it. Let Ye Qin do this."

Mi Ling was a little unwilling to accept that such a good opportunity had been missed in vain.

She fell down and looked at the thin monk and asked Meng Qing: "My little master's wife, what should I do with this person?"

Meng Qing took a look and said, "It's useless, it's up to you."

Mi Ling asked him: "What are your abilities?"

"I have worked in the adventure group before. I am very familiar with Wan Chongshan, proficient in stealing techniques, and can also adjust spiritual beasts to eat. If you go to the mountain to take risks, I am the best guide."

Mi Ling thought about it and decided to keep him. Maybe they can really use him when they enter the mountain in the future.

"Let's go, go back with me."

"Thank you... Thank you Fairy Mi."

He now feels that the safest place in the world is to stay by Mi Ling's side. The tall man who was killed just now completely eliminated his intention to escape. But he didn't know much, and it was all unimportant things that escaped.

Walking back, Mi Ling asked about the name of the thin monk.

"My real name is Duan Wei, but people call me Xiaoliu, and the fairy can call it whatever she likes."

Duan Wei talked about his experience one after another.

He came from the south, offended the powerful in his hometown, and fled to Bei'an City alone. He didn't know any skills, so he had to sneak into the adventure group to make a living.
Chapter completed!