With these journalists' dissatisfied words.

There are more and more complaining.

"Those so-called gods from Zi Tianzhu are simply more abominable than Yanhuang people. They are ignorant and backward. If they hadn't received the notice long ago, I would have to expose their excessive behavior when I went back!"

"Hmph, that's right. These backward countries have backward civilizations and their people are also ignorant and backward. They dare to restrict the freedom of movement of journalists in so many of our countries. What's this? We are under house arrest!? In such a ghost place?"

The reporters complained in a verbal way.

The eyes of those Brahmins were all resentful.

"Hey, this is the so-called new allies of our country? They treat us so enthusiastically? If it weren't for this ghost place, I wouldn't have expected that the people of our new allies would be so ignorant! It should have been revealed!"

Amid the complaint, someone sneered: "Don't be stupid, this is the international alliance relationship. Democracy and freedom are just bright and beautiful appearances, and they are full of pure darkness."

"Look, this time the Indians took the initiative to cause trouble near the border, but we have to abide by orders from the country and try our best to praise the Indians who cause trouble and discredit the Yanhuang people. Look, this is the so-called fairness and justice."

While talking, a dispute broke out not far away.

Two media reporters carrying cameras tried to pass through the nearby gentle meadow area to take some pictures deeper.

But just a few steps away, they were stopped by a Brahmin wrapped in a headscarf.

The two sides were in a fierce confrontation because of their language barriers.

"Get the way open, we have to go in, and we have the right to interview again."

The reporter holding the microphone waved his arms angrily.

The Brahmins on the opposite side shook their heads and raised their hand to point to the tent area behind them.

The eyes were filled with irresistible determination.

"Damn it, damn it. Do you understand me if you don't understand me? I said I have the right to conduct an interview. You can't stop me. Get out of here, get out of here immediately."

The reporter was very excited, breathing rapidly, and his face turned red.

I don’t know if it’s because of mood fluctuations or altitude sickness.

The Brahmins who were blocking each other spoke the dialect of the Indian dialect, which sounded like ancient Sanskrit.

The reporter had no idea what the other party was saying, and raised his chest in anger and rushed straight towards the front.

As an expatriate journalist, he is tall and big and stubborn.

The Brahmin who blocked the road was more like a typical Indian Asan, black and thin.

Compared with the size of the two, there is no weight level at all.

When the nearby reporter saw this scene, he couldn't help but scream.

In their opinion, the difference in body shape is already destined to win or lose.

But the result is always unexpected.

The tall and strong reporter, like a bull, hit the Brahmins firmly.

All I heard was a muffled bang.

Immediately, the reporter flew backwards like a rebounding basketball.

Plop!

The body fell to the ground and rolled down the slope.

The Brahmins stood there, motionless.

Seeing this, there was an uproar around him.

"We dare to beat the reporter, we want to protest, we want to protest..."

The reporters who had been full of anger had already thrown their cameras down and flocked to the hillside.

These journalists from Western countries are used to being domineering and have never been treated like this.

They rushed up and surrounded the Brahmin.

There were a few irritable guys who couldn't help but wave their fists and prepared to use force.

The moment they took action, the Brahmins who stood still suddenly took a deep breath, opened their mouths and roared.

The sound was like thunder and thunder, shaking in the empty valley.

The reporters around him felt the sound of giorgio in their ears.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be strangely quiet.

Hearing loss and his head was dizzy.

Both legs are weak, as if drunk.

They waved their hands and grabbed them in the air weakly.

I staggered and couldn't even stand steadily.

After a while, he fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

The Brahmin glanced around and showed a disdainful smile on his face.

It seems to be mocking these reporters who are overestimating their abilities.

Just as he looked down at everyone, suddenly a chuckle came.

"There was once rumored that Tantra was born from Brahmanism. Today, I saw it, it turns out to be so."

Hearing the voice, the Brahmin couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Then, he took a defensive posture.

The palms and ten fingers were pinched into a strange gesture.

His vigilant eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

The sound just now was so ethereal.

It sounds like it comes from the clouds in the sky.

It is vast and comes with the wind.

It makes people unable to distinguish the direction at all.

Brahmins shouted loudly while defending vigilantly.

It is like chanting in Sanskrit, strong and long.

Hearing the sound, the Brahmins patrolling nearby quickly gathered together.

The standing positions are arranged in an orderly manner.

When these Brahmins stood firm, a man and a woman appeared before their eyes at some point.

Judging from the appearance of these two people, they are both typical Yanhuang races.

The man was holding a long and narrow knife in his hand casually.

The woman is carrying a sword on her back.

The two of them walked towards them slowly.

Although the pace is slow, the movement speed is amazing.

After seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, a Brahmin couldn't help but exclaim: "Lin Yu!"

The pronunciation in Chinese is very awkward.

It gives people a very weird feeling.

It's like a foreigner who is a beginner in Chinese.

"Haha, it seems that you have been waiting for me."

Lin Yu asked politely, his face full of warm smiles.

The eyes of the pair were full of warm colors, without any sharp murderous aura.

Seeing Lin Yu, the group of Brahmins swallowed nervously.

Under his feet, he couldn't help but retreat.

"Lin Yu, our elder is waiting for you..."

A sluggish voice sounded, and the weird tone sounded very funny.

Obviously, these Brahmins memorized a few Chinese sentences before.

"Oh, that's it, kill them."

Lin Yu smiled and said to Huangfu Yunyan.

The tone is still so gentle.

The killing was decisive, but there was no sharp aura.

I have a clear mind and I have not taken the life in front of me seriously.
To be continued...