When the four monsters heard this, their huge bodies shook, and then they turned their heads and waved their eyes on the black shadows shrouded in the black fog. "What!? Still want to resist?" At this time, the black shadows spoke again. When the four monsters heard this, they all took several steps back, but they still didn't want to leave. At this time, their eyes were no longer as vicious as before, and they were all unwilling to leave.

"Why don't you get out of here? Do you really want me to take action again!" The black shadow's voice suddenly became furious. The four monsters took several steps back when they heard this. Then they looked at each other and lowered their heads unwillingly and turned around behind them, and escaped back to the fog at the entrance of the Warcraft Forest.

It was not until the backs of the four monsters disappeared into the sight of the four outer disciples and completely disappeared into the fog at the entrance of the monster forest that the four outer disciples slowly moved their eyes to the black shadow shrouded in the black fog not far beside them.

"I'm not dreaming... I'm not dead, I'm alive."

"No dream! No dream, no dream! absolutely no dream!"

After two of the outer disciples cheered a few times, they saw that the black shadow did not speak again and did not move half a step. They suddenly felt a little nervous in their hearts and thought to themselves: This black shadow is not also a monster... Could it be the holy monster that the master said? Is it the flesh and blood of the five of us alone?

It was already noon, and it was afternoon. The sunlight shone on the black shadow not only did not let the four outer disciples see the black shadow's face, but also the extremely quiet atmosphere around them made the four of them feel a little furious. One of the braver disciples asked tentatively, but their voice trembled, "Thank you for saving us. Who are you?"

The black shadow did not answer and remained silent. The four outer disciples suddenly became even more uneasy. The other three disciples who had originally planned to thank them heavily also kept silent. They all took two steps back involuntarily.

But when they wanted to continue to take the third step, their bodies were pushed back by a big hand. The four of them were so scared that they chilled on their backs and screamed in unison, "Oh my God." Then they slowly turned around and saw that their faces were red and they stopped talking.

Why? Because they turned around and found that the master who pushed their hand just now was his master Wolson. At this time, he had opened his eyes, and his old face looked very embarrassed. He was looking at the four disciples in front of him with disappointment, with an expression of regret.

Wolson cursed bluntly: "Look at you! You have nothing to do, but you are scared like this! I, Wolson, are also a master-level wizard. I have taken a lot of outer disciples. Although I have not taught you a little witchcraft in person, I have never neglected the training of physical and courage. Why did I just touch you casually and scared you so much? Did you usually have the courage to practice and be eaten by dogs?"

To be fair, Wolson's lesson was a bit too much. He said this as an exaggeration, but his words were just right for the moment. First, if he scolded him like this, the spirit of the four outer disciples would be greatly boosted, and second, if he scolded him like this, he would not be decent.

Although Wolson didn't know who the black shadow was not far away in front of him, he was sure that this black shadow was definitely not a monster, but a person, or the one who just made a sound and spoke was definitely a human rather than a monster.

Because he clearly felt a breath that was weaker than himself from this group of black shadows, he dared to teach his disciples a lesson in front of the black shadows, which could also reflect his majesty as a role model.

"Master scolded me. It was the disciple who was wrong." Even though the four outer disciples were very frustrated, they had to endure it. They did not dare to argue any more. They have not yet figured out whether this black shadow was an enemy or a friend, and the other party was so strong.

If he still angered the master at this time, what would happen if he left without caring about the four of them? The four disciples were busy thinking about this and bowed their heads and said in response.

Wolson nodded with satisfaction, then he took a few steps forward, walked to the four outer disciples, bowed to the shadow with both hands, and said, "Thank you for your help just now. How dare you ask what you call me?"

The shadow still did not answer. Wolson frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he bowed again and said politely: "Thank you for your help just now. May I ask your brother, your surname Gao? Can you tell me?"

Calling the other party a brother is already giving the other party enough, because Wolson clearly heard a childishness from the voice just now. This was impossible for the old monster who had lived for so long like him to have a sound. Even if it was a false voice, the childishness in the voice could not be revealed so naturally, but would sound very strange, but Wolson didn't think it was strange at all just now.

But after all, it was indeed the other party who saved him and his four outer disciples. He was also a life-saving benefactor. Even if he respectfully called the other party, he should be called "benefactor". But with Walson's identity and status, it was already his bottom line that he could call the other party, but the other party did not appreciate it at all. Walson felt a little aggrieved.

His voice raised a little, and he said, "Thank you for your help. Can you show up?"

The black shadow still didn't reply and was still silent. Wolson waited for five minutes but couldn't answer the other party. The veins on his forehead suddenly bulged. After a while, he snorted heavily, waved his sleeves and turned around and left.

But at this moment, the black shadow shrouded in the black fog suddenly spoke, but it was not a calm reply, but a string of laughter, and slowly said: "You haven't seen each other for three years. You are still as good as you are. You are still so stinky. You like to show off and pretend to be deep. Hahahahahaha!"

This was the laughter of a young man. When the four outer disciples heard this, they looked at me and looked at you, not knowing what this sentence meant. But when Wolson heard this big or small sentence, his body couldn't help but pause, and a figure that he was both familiar and disgusting suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a child who had never let him worry less since he was a child. He looked average but had a pair of bottomless black eyes, lustful and lazy, and even called brothers and sisters with Walson. He was not like a master or apprentice, but the relationship between this child and Walther was more like a father and son.

Not surprising!!!

Yes, the only person who can be neither big nor small from Wolson in Wushan is his last disciple Wuqi. And the only person who dares to talk to Wolson like this is, in the entire Lanfa Continent, there are also sword saint Abel and fighting god Wujins, but his voice is clearly a young man.

Wolson just paused for a moment, then he turned his body suddenly, looked at the black shadow excitedly, and scolded loudly: "You little bastard! You are finally back!!! Master, I have been waiting for you for three years. Do you know how hard it is for Master, I have been waiting for you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hearts of the four outer disciples couldn't help but hopped violently. One heart seemed to be about to spurt out of his mouth, and his breathing suddenly stopped. Even the air around him seemed to be boiling at this moment, not because of tension, but because of excitement and joy.

They have heard of Wuqi's rumors countless times, but no one believes that it would be true. But what really excited them was that this closed disciple, who was the weakest in the legend, showed such strong strength just after he came out of the Warcraft Forest. How could this make them not excited or excited?

Senior Brother Wuqi has definitely practiced some secret techniques to make progress so quickly. I must ask him for advice in private later.

The four outer disciples all made their own small plans at the same time, and at this time their faces were no longer pale, but looked at the black shadow with surprise, as if the black shadow and the black fog shrouded around the black shadow no longer looked so terrifying and weird, and they were even very friendly.

At this time, a breeze suddenly blew from somewhere, blowing Wolson and the four outer disciples' long hair high. While the breeze blew through the black shadow, the black mist surrounding the black shadow began to slowly dissipate.

As time went by, the black fog became fainter, but the faces of Wolson and the four outer disciples could not help but change. When the breeze stopped and the black fog completely dissipated, Wolson and others all showed strange expressions and looked at the black shadow just now.

At this time, the black shadow in front of the five people finally revealed its true appearance, but it was not as Wolson expected. It was a thin little boy or a teenager, but an extremely huge existence.

It has wings and sharp claws as sharp as the big bird among the four monsters that just escaped, but its size is larger than that of the four monsters.

Wolson looked closely and couldn't help but take a breath. Only then did he understand why the four monsters just now ran away in shame, and he didn't even try to attack once. It turned out that the black shadow shrouded in the black fog was actually a bird monster with a peak of level nine, with a goshawk full of white fluff.

The four outer disciples who had never seen the world all became nervous at the same time. No matter how stupid they were, they would not be so stupid that they thought that this giant eagle would be the legendary senior brother Wuqi. So the same idea emerged in the hearts of the four of them: Could it be that the giant eagle that was just talking to them? It also had the quirk of playing with prey before killing it?

Waltson was still very knowledgeable. He was indeed shocked when he saw the giant eagle. But it was only a moment. After a moment, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, because his eyes clearly saw a young man above the head of the giant eagle.
Chapter completed!