Although the hood of the cloak covered most of his face, it was still obvious that this man in an exotic beard suit was very young. The ebony stick in his hand was only about two feet long, and the head of the stick was inlaid with a gem the size of a peach pit, which was blue and green, and a strange luster flashed slightly.

The half-unfolded scroll in his hand failed to start in time, thanks to the boy who was holding ice needles behind him.

There are too many schools of spellcasters. Even bricks like Wei Ye who specializes in religious and mysticism will find it difficult to figure out the system of spellcasters in the multiverse. However, the most famous escape magic teleportation under the magician system, just like various escape methods under the magician system, is the last way for spellcasters to save their lives.

In addition to those who can view space without a distance through their own means, general spellcasters rely on traditional fixed portals, magic ritual-like teleportation arrays, and portable one-time teleportation scrolls.

Portals and teleportation arrays require spells and special methods to activate. Even portable teleportation reels require the holder to make corresponding casting actions.

After all, this thing is just a scroll, not a magic weapon that is in harmony with the holder's intentions.

So when the man wrapped in a cloak shook open half of the scroll, he had to stop because of the hard and cold thing behind him.

The two were too close to each other, and the Hood Cloak quickly understood his situation. Before he activated the scroll and ran away, he would hit his cold steel needle on his back and shot it into his spine first.

He tried his best to maintain his demeanor, looking straight ahead, not letting his body tremble, and said in the voice of the assassin behind him, "Friend, now I am willing to be your captive, I just hope you can."

The little mute looked at the guy in front of him who had reached this point and had to put on some irrelevant temperament, but he didn't answer. He just flipped his middle finger and popped up another ice needle, which was light yellow on it, as if some medicine powder was mixed in.

The added ice needle penetrated the outer coat of the hooded cape, making him unable to say the rest of the words, and just glanced at him and turned over.

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With a sword pointing to break the sudden spell, Wei Ye put the wine in his hand on Sima Ling's hand, then left the main hall and walked towards the gate of General Fubo Temple.

Although the disciples and Master Tie and his group had already fought together at this time, the disciples were mostly crowded and were used to fighting against groups. They were not like the common good and the common people who escaped when they saw difficulties. Among them, Ma Wanfu was the backbone of the disciples. The gangster stood in the crowd with a vicious expression and shouted: "Beat, you guys dare to fight! When the soldiers patrolling the city arrived, we will take all of you down and punish them first!"

Wei Ye heard the gangster shouting loudly, and only waved his usual mocking face, raised his left arm slightly, and pulled the sword technique forward with his right hand. The Liujia arrow responded, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and rushed towards Ma Wanfu's throat!

Although Wei Ye activates the Liujia Arrow quickly, Ma Wanfu's arrogant look, which is so arrogant that he annoyed Wang Chao first. The toad monk shouted, pushed his palms forward, and immediately shook the two men in front of him. However, he shortened his body, used a toad to lift his vagina, and kicked Ma Wanfu in the lower abdomen.

Although this kick was more than an inch away from Ma Wanfu's descendants, it made Ma Wanfu feel a puffy pain and couldn't help but bow his body.

Thanks to this bow, the Liujia arrow that Wei Ye raised was several points. A flash of fire, and the wrapping cloth on Ma Wanfu's head was cut short by an inch. Not to mention that the whole piece of white cloth could not be kept, even his hair was shaved clean, leaving only his scalp, but was burned by the high temperature and was covered with white skin.

Ma Wanfu didn't know that he had a strong fortune today, so he actually escaped a murder. He just fell to the ground, rolled and screamed, and didn't know which side to look at, but just screamed.

He, the leader of the priest, fell down. The remaining priests couldn't help but feel brave. Then, when someone shouted loudly in front of General Fubo's temple, "Put down your weapons, hold your head with both hands, and squat down!"

The loud shout seemed to have some strange power. The religious people didn't know why, but they were suddenly shaken. Those who were more timid would throw away their belongings, but they had never fallen down.

If they didn't lie down, someone would naturally be willing to teach them to lie down. When Wang Chao saw that his toad kicked his vagina, he ruined his lord's good deeds and turned a person who should have killed him on the spot into a slaughter. He felt worried. Hearing Wei Ye's loud shout, and there was a little change in his magic power, he immediately understood.

Taking advantage of the moment when the teaching people around him was stunned, he was the toad bully elbow and the toad sweeping his legs. He had already put down several teaching people with his hands and feet. He only hoped that Wei Ye would see him diligently and not pursue the mistakes he had just made.

Wei Ye didn't have the heart to care about such a small matter at this moment. However, Sima Ling next to him added: "Uncle Toad, why don't you tie up these thieves? Are you waiting to ask them to run away?"

Listening to Sima Ling's girl who was half the owner of the back house, the toad monk was even more urgent and hurriedly looking for some ropes to the temple of General Fubo. Wei Ye waved his hand and stopped him: "How many ropes are there so many good things to use here? You pull off the belts of this group of thieves and tie them up into four hooves when killing pigs. It's much more inconvenient?"

The intentions of the master and servant were so bad that many religious people were already afraid and embarrassed when they heard this division. Especially those who were gangsters on the street, the brothers on the road were most concerned about face. If this mustache man was stripped of his pants and tied up his four hooves, and carried them around the street, he would be really shameless to hang on the road again.

The magician's intention was very bad, but the toad monk he used to listen to did not think so much, and he only raised his thumb and shouted, "Lord, you are so proud!" He happily took away the trousers of the priests one by one. He was a stone toad, and he was already very strong, so he would not be gentler to the group of priests who were knocked over. He could only hear the sound of shattering silk, and the sound of mercy of the priests begging for mercy. If he didn't know, he thought that something crazy weathering case had happened here.
Chapter completed!