Seeing this, Xiao Yang jumped up instantly, and soon climbed to an ancient tree with embraces. He looked down coldly. He saw a few foreigners chasing a wounded woman. The woman was wearing strong clothes and carrying a three-foot green breeze in her hand, full of heroic spirit.

"Don't escape, hand over the things!" a blonde grudge behind said in weird Chinese.

The woman didn't say a word, but kept running forward. Her speed was not slow and her movements were agile. She was obviously an ancient martial arts master, or even a strong ancient martial arts master. She was almost at the same level as Zhou Yanzhi who injured Xiao Yang that day.

But what she is now facing is the siege of four foreign men. Although these foreign men do not have the aura of ancient martial arts, their movements are also very fast, and even the body movements of one person make Xiao Yang feel familiar.

"Great God of Wind, give me strength!" The foreigner who was shouting suddenly roared in English, and then a wind blade condensed in his right hand, and then he attacked the woman very quickly.

ah!

The woman screamed, her left foot was cut by the wind blade, and her foot staggered and almost fell down. When she adjusted and prepared to continue running, three other men had already surrounded her.

"Did this guy just use the Wind Blade Technique? It's not like this. Wind Blade Technique is not the same, so why does it look a little like it?" Xiao Yang murmured silently, his mind full of surprise.

"Take the things." The man who released the wind blade came over, stared at the woman in a strong outfit, and said in a strange tone: "I can't kill you."

"Things belong to the country, and it is impossible to give them to you. Don't you kill me? I don't want to live anymore." The woman looked proud, and her three-foot green edge was straited, and her stubborn and heroic spirit was fully released at this moment: "Even if you die, you have to pull a cushion. Whoever you come up first, will go up together!"

The four of them looked at each other and took a step back. They were about to use their superpowers, but the woman was already holding a sharp sword and stabbing towards the foreigner on her left hand... Wow! The angle of the sharp sword stabbed out was tricky and accurate, and the speed was as fast as a bamboo shoot.

The man quickly flashed, but the sword cut off his left arm. As the man was wailing and screaming, the woman launched a second wave of offensive. The woman is now completely suicide-like. As she said, she would have to pull a cushion before she died, and the man whose arm was cut off happened to be the unlucky person who was cushioned.

Just as the Qing sharp sword stabbed towards his eyebrows quickly and was inevitable, the yellow-haired foreigner on his right hand finally roared: The Wrath of Thunder.

Then a thunder flashed out of his palm... bang!

The woman hit the woman's back accurately, and the woman immediately fell to the ground and fainted.

At this moment, Xiao Yang finally understood. Although the moves of these guys are very similar to spells, they are extremely inappropriate. They actually store the power of lightning or wind blades in their bodies and release them. This is somewhat similar to ancient martial arts, but it is very different from spells.

After the four of them knocked the woman out, the man whose right arm was cut off was already roaring and rushed over, trying to kill the woman directly.

At this time, Xiao Yang landed from the air. Although he did not use the wind control technique, his movements were as beautiful as a surprise.

When Xiao Yang fell from the middle of the four people, the foreigners were a little shocked. They did not expect that there were such masters in the deep mountains and forests, and they subconsciously became a little panicked. After all, in the Chinese Empire, there were often rumors that peerless masters were hiding the mountains and forests. At this time, the blonde foreigner who knew a little Chinese immediately bowed and bowed: "Disturbating seniors to practice cultivation, they will offend us. Let's take people away."

Xiao Yang smiled disdainfully when he heard this: "You understand Chinese etiquette. But you can't take it away, and you can't take it away. I'm so interested in you."

Seeing that Xiao Yang was tough and didn't seem to be good, the blonde foreigner said, "Does you think you can keep the four of us? The ancient Chinese martial artists have superb cultivation, but we superpowers are born to restrain the ancient martial artists. There are wind-type superpowers, thunder-type superpowers, fire-type superpowers, and water-type superpowers. The seniors should give up when they see the difficulties. It's better not to meddle in other people's business."

The threatening meaning in the blonde foreigners' words is self-evident.

Xiao Yang smiled contemptuously when he heard this: "Feng, Thunder, Water and Fire, yes, it's not bad. I happen to be a little bit."

As he said that, he snapped his fingers, and the spiritual energy in his body rose slightly, and a sky blue flame appeared above his fingers. The flame did not emerge from Xiao Yang's body, but was formed by the gathering of ubiquitous fire-type elements in the air.

"You...you...you are actually an eight-level fire-type supernatural psychic?" The blonde man shivered with his tongue, and the other three were also surprised. They couldn't believe that the oriental people in front of him could have supernatural abilities, and they were also eight-level fire-type supernatural psychics. You must know that they were only level seven.

"Is this called a superpower? Tell me, an inexperienced country bumpkin." Xiao Yang snapped his fingers, and the flames disappeared in response: "Tell me, why do you want to catch her?"

"Because she stole one of our things. We just need her to return it to Zhao intact. We will not kill her. We talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. We are fans of Confucius." The blonde man spoke full of Eastern values ​​and tried to use this to impress the eight-level fire supernatural person in front of him.

But unfortunately, Xiao Yang did not believe in the values ​​of Eastern benevolence and righteousness at all. He believed in the laws of the jungle, and the strong prey on the weak. Whoever has the biggest fist makes sense.

"What?" Xiao Yang asked very directly.

The blonde foreigner hesitated and did not give an answer immediately, but secretly gave a wink at the man on the other side. Then, he deliberately dragged the time: "It's very, very important to us, so important that it can make us give our lives..."

When Xiao Yang heard him talking like this, he subconsciously raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Then he quietly pinched the magic trick, and then... crackled! A thunder blasted out of the air and landed fiercely... Boom!

The blonde foreigner actually found that the teammate who was winking was directly killed by Pili, and his whole head was blurred into black charcoal.

He was surprised, crackle! crackle!

Two more thunderbolts landed, boom! boom! Another two heads were chopped into black charcoal.

"You...you...you are actually a level nine psychic, no...you are very likely to be a little coach." The blonde foreigner said tremblingly, already scared.

"Little coach? What's the thing?" Xiao Yang walked forward with disdain and stepped on him with a kick: "Don't you know if you wink your teammates? Do you think your teammates are gathering Leili? Do you know if you play with a little slip in front of me? Do you know if you are trying to die?"

The blonde foreigner then realized the difference in strength between the two, and he seemed to have met a ghost.

"Can you tell me now, what are you looking for?" Xiao Yang asked coldly.

"Map, map of the holy land." The blonde foreigner replied quickly. Now he dared not make any fool of himself, because he knew that in the face of absolute power, all tricks were just to kill himself.

"Map?" Xiao Yang lost interest in hearing this. Then, he continued to ask, "What is level 8? What is the little coach?"

"It is the level of our psychics, similar to ancient martial arts practitioners. Level 1,2,3,4,6,7,89 corresponds to your one,2,3,4,5,6,7,89. The little coach is your yellow level, the big coach is your mysterious level, the holy coach is your earth level, and the god coach is your heaven level."

"What level are you?"

"Level 8, they are all level 7."

"This woman has at least a yellow-level cultivation level. How can you defeat her?" Xiao Yang asked in surprise.

"We have a supernatural raft, wind, thunder, water and fire attack together, and can easily defeat a yellow-level master. Moreover, she has no rich combat experience and she is very unfamiliar with supernatural raids, so we gained the upper hand."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Xiao Yang nodded slightly, took out a fine needle of cow hair, and gently stabbed it: "Then go and die!"

Puchi!

The fine needles of pear blossoms entered the body, easily ending the person's life.

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PS, thanks to the rich man for "experienced post-80s" for rewarding 588, mu-a!

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Chapter completed!