Chapter 162

The four men were lying on the ground, sleeping in the dark. The swordsman was only surrounded by the small pharmacist who looked weak and windless. They had been looking at each other just now. The small pharmacist clearly sat on the ground in a safe and stable manner. Apart from rubbing his hands all the time because of tension, he had no attack at all.

"Isn't that guy suffering from epilepsy or something?" The hesitation was far away, so the four people didn't find out what the movements on Shen Yanxiao's hands were, plus the swordsman blocked part of Shen Yanxiao's body, so this group of people would never dream that the little pharmacist they were making trouble with would be the senior magician who made people smell color change!

Yes, Shen Yanxiao, who has learned five levels of combined spells, has reached the level of a senior warlock, but he hesitates to have anyone who knows about the warlock answer for her, so that Shen Yanxiao only thinks he has just entered the threshold of the Warlock.

I don't think I'm a magician or something.

The four teenagers didn't think there was anything unusual, just thought that the swordsman had some sudden illness and so on.

It was the priest in the team who was sent by several people to check the situation of the swordsman. The Bowman continued to point his bow and arrow at Shen Yanxiao to prevent Shen Yanxiao from waking up other teammates.

The priest, holding the staff in his hand, walked slowly to the swordsman's side. He cautiously looked at Shen Yanxiao, who was smiling. He did not find anything wrong with the little ghost. It seems that the other side is just a little guy about 13 years old, and a pharmacist. She has no attack power at all. Judging from her age, she is also a new student. She has not officially started the path of pharmacist, and it is absolutely impossible to make any terrible medicine for self-defense.

When the priest saw that Shen Yanxiao had no threat, he immediately crouched down to check the situation of the swordsman.

He was shocked by the sight.

The swordsman, whose face is facing the Loess and back is facing the sky, has fallen into a slight coma. His eyes turn white, and some white foam seeps from the corners of his mouth.

However, before the priest realized anything unusual, a huge pressure immediately spread to him.

Only one plop was heard. After the swordsman, the unlucky priest also fell on the ground, and even worse than the swordsman, his whole face was buried in the grass.

The other three in the distance stared at the priest, and couldn't believe their eyes. How could the two people who had walked in the past get on the ground in a moment? And they didn't see anything at all!

"No, the four people lying there are just pretending to sleep and leading us to the past, aren't they? Maybe they have made some magic traps on the ground, deliberately trying to trick people with badges. " The students of the pharmacist's branch have been sweating all over because of the inexplicable situation in front of him. He was not brave at first. He felt his back was cold in the face of such strange things.

His words also resonated with the other two.

Now think about it. In this blue day, there are so many stabbing people lying in the grass. They don't talk about it. They only leave a pharmacist with no strength to guard them. They also visibly visit the badge. It's a fraud!!