~： Thirty-seven. Tang three pawns? ? ?

Hunting Forest.

Stepped on the fallen leaves piled up several layers, Yang Ming found himself lost, looked around the towering big trees all around, no matter which way he walked, it looked almost the same.

For fledglings entering the hunted forest for the first time, if there is no experienced leader to lead the way, it is likely that they will lose their power in the forest due to reasons such as getting lost, food shortages, and fresh water depletion. Soul beasts are killed and become their food.

Every time Yang Ming walks a certain distance, he will take out the mysterious sword and leave a mark on the tree trunk to avoid repeated walking.

Looking up at the unchanging scenery in the front, Yang Ming pursed his lips, which made him aware of one thing, martial spirit, soul ring, and soul skills, in addition to directly improving the combat power, they also need to have some auxiliary capabilities, otherwise If he still encounters this situation in other days, he can only catch blindness.

at this time.

"what--"

From the direction of 30° on the left side of the forest, an extremely tragic scream suddenly came.

Yang Ming took a step at the foot and felt the screaming just now was familiar. After a careful taste, it reacted and his expression changed.

This is Tang San's voice!

"Did he encounter any difficulties?"

Yang Ming's eyes flickered for a while. He was very clear about Tang San's strength. Even with the weaker Soul Master, he could handle it with the help of the Tang Men's heritage. Even in the face of a powerful Soul Master, he could also escape with ghost ghosts.

It can make Tang San send such a scream, indicating that the enemy's strength is very strong, at least the level of the Great Soul Master!

Save?

Still, don't save?

This question just turned around in Yang Ming's mind and he already had an answer.

Walking on the ghost ghost, Yang Ming turned into a black shadow and hurried towards Tang San.

is near.

is closer.

In the air, in addition to the fresh smell of the forest, a faint **** smell began to permeate.

How much blood does this need to produce before the **** smell will be diffused at such a long distance?

Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, a terrible blood burst out of his pupils, and the three hook jade twirled sharply, showing his inner peace.

"Third brother, don't worry about it."

The speed of Yang Ming's feet was a bit faster than his life. If Tang San is here, I'm afraid he will exclaim, this speed has already exploded him.

Walking over heavy trees, the vision in front of me suddenly became bright, and three figures appeared in Yang Ming's sight.

Two tattooed men akimbo with their hands on their hips, laughing and taunting a **** boy ahead.

At this moment, Tang San's situation is extremely sinister.

99 thorns are wrapped around Tang San's limbs and trunk. The sharp thorns on the thorns pierce the skin, easily leaving dense blood holes on Tang San's body, and because the thorns continue to contract inward, compressing the chest It made his breathing difficult, and a swollen face was full of red, like a red tomato, so shocked!

Short Wang Zhong pointed to Tang San's nose and scolded:

"Your kid's bones are really hard, torture you like this, you don't tell us where the boy was with you, I think you are looking for death!"

said that the short Wang Zhong held a long thorn whip in his hand, and subconsciously lashed Tang San again.

Then,

At the next moment, a wind breaking sound came from his ears.

"Be careful!"

Tall Li Ren exclaimed, raised his arm to block in front of the flying shadow, and helped his partner to prevent a disaster.

Ding!

A leaf languished and drooped down. Li Ren fixed his eyes, and from the direction of the leaf dark weapon, Yang Ming's figure came out from the depths of the woods, and his pupils showed horrific blood of murderous intent.

Listening to the conversation between these two people, Yang Ming probably guessed that they had tortured them with some severe torture, and wanted to torture Tang San from his mouth, but they all failed one by one, otherwise Tang San would not stay on him. Such a terrible injury has reached the point of dying.

Looking at the strange faces of Li Ren and Wang Zhong, Yang Ming turned sharply and said coldly:

"You are sent by Su Yuntao?"

Yang Ming thought about it, and only Su Yuntao, who had recently offended, had the motivation to strike him.

"Who is Su Yuntao? Which green onion can he send us?"

Tall Li Ren moved his wrist, and the fat face like Maitreya was covered with a fierce look, step by step toward Yang Ming.

"You are the descendant of that traitor, we have found you very hard, and come over to die obediently, we can let you die more peacefully."

Organization?

Descendants of traitors?

Yang Ming groaned, recalling his life, he was adopted by Old Jack from birth, and raised as a biological grandson, but when he asked about the whereabouts of his parents, Old Jack always flashed his words, Not blunt.

Could it be that……

Yang Ming stared at Li Ren who came up with a terrible look, his bare arms were branded with unknown tattoos, and two soul rings appeared on his feet, both of which were yellow in color, and he was ups and downs, plus his soul power. Fluctuation, it is clear that he is a 30th-level Soul Master!

glanced at the short Wang Zhong who was standing still in the rear, and Yang Ming sank into his heart.

Two 30th-level Soul Masters!

Seeing Li Renbao smiling, he rushed over at a relatively slow speed. Yang Ming's eyes flashed, his feet were ghostly, and he walked past Li Ren like a smooth loach, and then the speed of his feet accelerated. So fast that there was only one shadow left, rushing towards Tang San's position.

"Ghost head, do you regard me as a transparent person?"

Wang Zhong's pointed-billed monkey's cheeks made a piercing sound, and the thorns in his hand lashed toward Yang Ming like an iron whip.

The figure of Yang Ming flicked left and right, wanting to dodge past with his sharp body.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhong sneered from the corner of his mouth. The thorn in his hand seemed to come alive, like a poisonous snake turning in the air, determined to bite firmly.

The golden light converged on the right palm, accompanied by a cold light reflected in Yang Ming's eyes, UU reading Mysterious sword sharp sword-end cut melons like vegetables, easily cut down the thorns.

The sneer expression on Wang Zhong's face froze and stiffened. Before he could react, Yang Ming stepped on the ghost fan and flew over. The strange weapon in his hand shone with cold light and wanted to cut him in half.

Wang Zhong had already seen the sharpness of this weapon. A thorn was wrapped around his waist, pulling him back away, dangerously avoiding the sword front.

Yang Ming, holding a sword, cut off the thorns that bound Tang San, and looked at Tang San, whose flesh and blood were vague and almost unable to distinguish his face. Now he has been seriously injured and is dying. Yang Ming's chest is like a large rock pressed, heavy.

"The third brother."

Yang Ming's call seemed to inspire Tang San's will to survive.

Tang San raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty, his vision blurred the outline of Yang Ming, and the corner of his mouth was slightly pulled.

"Yang...Yang Ming...I...I didn't betray you."

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(Only visiting the starting point today, I found that three readers were rewarding. Sorry, no thanks before, because this is the book of creation, there is no display in the background, thank you very much.)