A thin-edged gold robe with a clover tattooed on the sleeves. The long tube-like robe is close to the body, revealing a pair of short boots tanned with the soft skin of the belly of a blue beast. There are a large number of natural magic patterns on them, which have

Weak and stable magic effect.

A huaran wood staff, with a high-grade ice crystal inlaid on the end of the staff, and large frost shards exploded from the top from time to time, making it look extremely mysterious.

He has a tall and straight nose, and his overall facial features are sunken, making his whole person look a bit gloomy and surly.

His thick lips were wrapped with a hint of meanness and arrogance, and he was sneering and talking to his deformed brother.

Shan Ye's strength is now limited, his mind is spinning, and he turns around to leave.

"I told you, this thing is not mine... You see, he is the owner of this thing, I am just helping to refine it." As he said that, the deformed brother said some heart-wrenching words, and directed his attention towards Mr. Shan.

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Listening to the slightly gloating tone of the deformed brother, Master Shan secretly regretted why he hadn't killed the white-eyed wolf in the first place.

Feeling the sight behind him, Mr. Shan could only bite the bullet, turned around and walked into the yard.

His eyes swept over everyone's expressions. Master Shan felt a little chilled in his heart, but on the surface he asked calmly: "Who are you?"

Emma looked worried, and Ma En was hiding somewhere. The shaman and the deformed brother looked like it had nothing to do with them. If it weren't for Mr. Yu's usual prestige, they would have given away their things long ago.

Zhan Jinpao walked slowly to Master Shan. His arrogant gaze fell on Master Shan's face, and he couldn't help but be startled: "This thing...is this thing yours?" There was a pause in the voice for some reason, and then he was stunned.

Return to normal.

Master Shan nodded silently, and the young man pointed in the direction of the jar of high-grade marrow liquid in the hand of the deformed brother, which was extracted from the frost stone mark and the ice ball.

His expression returned to arrogance. The golden-robed mage paused for a moment with his staff, splashing cold flakes and frost flowers: "I want this jar of marrow liquid, and I'll give you ten thousand gold coins." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to touch it.

Waist space pocket.

Shan Ye raised his eyes slightly and glanced quietly at the deformed brother and the shaman. When he saw the two people looking calm, his heart sank slightly.

It seems that even the deformed brother has noticed the sudden weakening of his strength. If he gives the things away easily at this time, the two of them will surely see something: "The things are for my woman. Don't buy them!"

"The voice was sharp and there was no room for compromise.

After saying that, Master Shan was secretly on guard. Seeing that the other party didn't look like a good person, he probably might have a fierce battle.

But Zhan Jinpao's reaction was very strange. He actually stared at Master Shan for a long time, then waved and left.

Master Shan secretly let out a sigh of relief. Without the attribute values, the only things Shan Master can use are poison cloud and space skills.

Du Yun could not kill the opponent on the spot, and the consumption of space hands was not something Shan Ye could bear.

"Write down how to build the altar for me. Emma and I will leave immediately." Master Shan didn't want to stay in this dangerous environment any longer, so he turned to the deformed brother and ordered.

The deformed brother glanced at the expressionless shaman. He reluctantly took out the construction drawings and steps with a reluctant look on his face.

After cleaning up the things, the maid was no longer needed, and the old housekeeper was temporarily left here by Master Shan. He said he would come to see him in a few months.

After quickly leaving the fortress, Mr. Shan drove the carriage with a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

Ever since he left the fortress, Mr. Shan felt like he was being watched.

The ground suddenly exploded, and a dark red stripe shone with a cold light, tightly wrapping around the horse. The dark red stripe scraped like a steel knife, and the flesh and horse skin were separated, revealing large areas of bright red muscle and white greasy fat layer.

The frightened horse screamed and struggled, but the dark red stripes were stuck deeper and deeper, and soon penetrated into the muscle texture of the horse. With a slight stir, the blood and flesh all over the horse's body exploded immediately.

"Bang!"

Looking at the blood and flesh splattered on the ground, Mr. Shan held Emma in his arms with a gloomy look on his face.

The dark red stripes twisted and condensed into a human shape, and the familiar rolling voice sounded: "Sure enough, your strength has been weakened by something." Ma En was wrapped in a black robe and looked at Master Shan conspiratorially.

Master Shan asked Emma to step aside, his figure expanded, and he pulled out two ferocious meat hooks with both hands.

The corner of Ma En's eyes raised, and the smile on his face became thicker: "It seems that that day was not an illusion, your strength was indeed weakened!" As he spoke, Ma En's face twitched nervously, and the stripes undulated, exposing the roots of his teeth and cheek muscles.

, terrifying and abnormal.

Master Shan tightened the handle of the hook, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "You will know if it has become weaker if you try it."

Ma En did not take action impatiently, but blocked Master Shan's path with a smile, looking confident.

Master Shan is not in a hurry, he also wants to see who is going to be in trouble with him again.

Suddenly there was a scream from the direction of the fortress, and a frightening green light cut through the sky and shot straight towards it.

"Bang!" The speed was too fast, and the green light fell to the ground, causing the ground to collapse and cracking a spiderweb-like gap. Countless dust was splashed, and "whoosh" a gust of cool wind blew past, and the dust blew away, revealing the body wrapped in green light inside.

Two people.

One person was wearing a gold-cutting robe, with pale skin and a relatively young appearance. The other person was wrapped in a high-grade dark cyan robe and held a feather staff, with green light streaking across it from time to time, showing great power.

The skin at the corners of the eyes is somewhat saggy, with slender crow's feet stacked on top of each other. There are three deep wrinkles on the forehead, which looks very old. Judging from the depth of the wrinkles, it is estimated that the owner of these wrinkles often frowns. There are still residues on the smooth skin and face.

It has a bit of youthful charm.

Even though he is old, those cold blue eyes are still sharp and sharp.

The thin eyebrows were peeling off and turning gray, and the lips were not well taken care of, with a few pieces of dead skin and cracks. There was a bit of surliness and murderous intent in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes fell heavily on Shan Ye.

Seeing the same surly look in the young man's eyes, Mr. Shan suddenly had a guess in his mind: "Do you, your family, like to snatch things so much?" Mr. Shan was about to take out the marrow liquid, but was coldly interrupted by the other party.

"I don't care about that bit of marrow, I want your life!" The old lady's withered little hand hidden in her sleeve robe suddenly turned over, and there was a crystal ball filled with green light in her hand.

"Let you die clearly!!" With a flick of his finger, the crystal ball shot into the air. When it reached a height of more than ten meters, it suddenly exploded and shattered into pieces of crystal foam.

Then a cyan light curtain shone and appeared, reflecting a portrait constructed with cyan lines.

Mr. Shan's eyes narrowed and he secretly thought it was bad luck.

The posture of that portrait is very familiar to Mr. Shan. With a murderous look on his face, holding a scimitar and the tip of the knife drooping, he is undoubtedly Mr. Shan.

Staring at this portrait, the old man's sharp voice sounded faintly: "You killed my youngest son..."

Mr. Shan didn't listen to the nonsense that followed. When things got to this point, explanations were meaningless. No wonder the young man and the old man looked vaguely familiar. It turned out that the magic apprentice that Mr. Shan killed in the wilds of Tongzhong Town was her.

His youngest son. After such contact, the other party issued a wanted order against him through the Magic Branch of the Province of Massachusetts, and everything fell into place.

After taking a look at the remaining experience points, Shan Ye gritted his teeth and pulled Emma to run towards Ma En.

"Ding! The remaining experience points are 26982"

Ma En chuckled, his facial muscles twitched, and he roared excitedly, transforming into dark red stripes and rushing towards Shan Ye. Ma En had long coveted Shan Ye, a humanoid vault that could manufacture potions and equipment.

But the other party is very powerful, and if they forcefully attack, they are very likely to involve themselves. After realizing that Shan Ye was weak that day, Ma En took action. As the skinner with the closest strength to Shan Ye among the few people, Ma En

He is most sensitive to Shan Ye’s various situations.

So after several fruitless attempts, the insidious Viscount Marne approached the vice-president of the Massachusetts Magic Association who had just arrived at the fortress to help defend him. Knowing that his grandson was an ice mage, he immediately brought Shan Ye here

The news about the marrow fluid was revealed.

Later, when Shan Ye saw him, Zhan Jinpao discovered that Shan Ye was actually the murderer of his uncle. He immediately did not dare to delay and directly told his grandma, the powerful old lady in front of him.

Ma En happened to be present at the time, and the old lady was also very mature. She immediately conspired with Ma En to capture Mr. Shan alive together.

The dark red stripes squirmed for a while, and Ma En's body softened, turning into a deep and wide stripe, which wrapped around Shan Ye's body. It only took a moment for the old man who was proficient in wind magic to arrive, and everything would be settled.

With a dark red stripe on his upper body, Shan Ye actually didn't resist and allowed the horses to wrap around his body.

Not only was Ma En unhappy, but a great sense of crisis arose in his heart.

The corners of Mr. Shan's lips twitched, revealing a hideous smile: "Goodbye, greedy Viscount Marne!"

Before he finished speaking, one of Shan Ye's arms suddenly twisted and trembled. With a slight probe, the undulating arm passed through Ma En's tight defense and stripes, and directly pressed against the dark pattern of his core.

Ma En plotted against Shan Ye, and Shan Ye was trying to release Ma En. Through many observations, the experience of that fight, and the probing skills, Shan Ye grasped the core of Ma En without any hesitation.

Dark lines, twist and pull hard.

After a "crack" sound of grinding his teeth, Ma En remained stunned, and his body collapsed instantly like grease. The tenacious vitality made the dark red stripes twist for a long time before they completely lost their vitality.

Even before his death, Ma En couldn't believe that Master Shan was still hiding such a method.

"Ding! The space hand is activated, consuming 5,000 experience points!"

"Ding! Kill a skinner and gain 822 experience points!"

"Ding! Get a bundle of high-level healing potions, a bundle of intermediate mana potions, a scepter of silence, and a spiked collar!"

Regardless of continuing to hide, a large number of magical lights of various colors have risen over the fortress. It seems that the old guy has a lot of reinforcements.

Scepter of Silence: It can silence the target for twenty seconds, making it impossible to cast spells or remove them, and it can interrupt ongoing magic.
Chapter completed!