Lin Qingluo understood it, and explained to the teenagers through telepathy: "The image of a barbarian warrior is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one dares to cause trouble in the city."
"Uh-huh."
The teenagers nodded in unison.
Wang ng, Shitou, and Lin Yixuan had personally witnessed the ferocity of barbarian warriors, and their understanding was even more profound.
"There are cals ahead, let's go and have a look."
Lin Qingluo's five senses were keen, and when he heard the sound of cals coming from the stone house not far ahead, he was overjoyed and imdiately quickened his pace.
When the teenagers heard the voice transmission from their minds, they suddenly regained their spirits, and they also led the horses to follow with strides.
"Master, the barbarian who replaced the cal is the son of the tribal chief and an old acquaintance of ours."
The little kingfisher flew towards him like a flaming lightning bolt and landed on the master's shoulder.
"who?"
Lin Qingluo paused, feeling a bad premonition.
"Alta."
The little kingfisher's eyes were bright, with undisguised contempt: "It's the person you beat up with the Luoying Excalibur when you were in the ring."
"It really is him."
Lin Qingluo sighed faintly, and imdiately conveyed the news to every young man through voice transmission.
"Ahem."
Wang ng and Shitou had a good cough, trying not to swear.
Lin Qingluo exhorted carefully: "The disguise of the flower film is so vivid, he won't recognize us, don't worry, just pretend that you have never seen us before."
"Um."
Wang ng and Shitou rubbed their noses and smiled wryly, Lin Yixuan looked calm, and a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes.
*
"Alta, in a few days it will be the opening of the wilderness secret land. Recently, more and more people have replaced cals. Let's take this opportunity to make a fortune and prepare more food as a dowry gift for you."
In the stone house not far ahead, two barbarian warriors chatted wantonly, their voices were eight degrees high, and they could be heard clearly ten ters away.
The three words Alta heard, Wang ng and Shitou's expressions changed, and they subconsciously slowed down their pace.
"It's okay, co with ."
Lin Qingluo calmly and calmly waved his hand, motioning for a group of young n to follow.
The teenagers nodded in unison, leading the horses and gradually approaching the stone house.
Nine ters, eight ters, seven ters...
The closer they got to the stone house, the stronger the tension, Wang ng and Shi Shi could not help but hold their breath.
"snort!"
Inside the stone house, Alta had a dark face, and exhaled an impatient breath from his nostrils, obviously not in the mood to listen to the nonsense of the two.
"Alta, the matter of the martial arts competition is in the past, there is no need to take it to heart."
Among the two, the older samurai saw that he was not angry, so he tried to persuade him with a wry smile.
"That little girl, we have already inquired clearly. If you want to find her bad luck, you can co to challenge her at any ti."
"That's right, you can't run away from the temple if you run away from the monk."
Another barbarian warrior also nodded in agreent: "Even if you can't find that girl, the Zhen Guogong's mansion is in the capital city. Brother Tian will take action in person and smash down their gate first to help you out."
As soon as these words ca out, the faces of all the young n changed.
Lin Jinlong and Lin Jinpeng gripped the reins tightly, with veins flashing on the backs of their hands.
"Jingle Bell......"
The herd of cals kept in captivity outside the stone house felt a stranger approaching, and instantly beca agitated. The cal bells hanging below their necks rang non-stop.
"Who's out there?"
Arta was upset, and when he heard the sound of the cal bell, he beca even more upset, roared angrily, and walked out with big strides.
A tall and burly figure like an iron tower appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt a sense of oppression.
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