The white light attacked, and it was too late for the female warrior to go and rescue her.

The old man Ibn's expression remained unchanged. He raised the furnace in his hand, but it was like a meteor hammer and smashed it down at the white light!

With a loud bang, the white light was beaten by the old man Ibn's stove-lifting meteor hammer and penetrated straight into the wall, leaving a few inches of depth, looking extremely sinister.

The change came too quickly, and the fire demon was still more flexible in his mind and murmured to himself: "This is a demonic energy arrow based on Gengjin essence. Why? There are monsters who follow that official without opening their eyes?"

The old man Ibn held the furnace, ignored the fire demon, and only looked at the samurai and said, "Miss Su, I know you have many magical ointments on your body, which are faster than praying when you use them on the injured. Please be more worried about this patient."

"Ha?" responded, and the female warrior looked like she didn't understand. She grabbed Ren Chonghao's head with one hand and turned around: "Old man, are you talking about this guy? Just now, his vocal cords were already out of shape. Even if he poured the healing potion, he would be a mute who couldn't speak after he was cured. Do you really want to save him?"

"Of course I need to save it," said the old man Ibn, turning his back and responding coldly: "As for letting the mute speak, in the age of the kings, the prophets had used the only master of Puciteci to show people miracles. Miss Su, don't you believe that the most true master can turn miracles into ordinary things?"

"It's easy, it's easy." With a wave of his hand indifferently, the samurai took out a bottle of light green potion from the skin on his waist. Under the candlelight, the potion contained in the crystal bottle gently foamed, looking like boiled bitter bile.

Seeing the female warrior taking out the potion, the old man Ibn did not intend to stay here and waste time, he nodded and turned around to leave. The fire demon still turned into a ball of green fire and wasted into the furnace held by the old man Ibnn.

The combination of the priest and the demon was about to leave, but the female warrior behind him added another sentence: "That fire dumpling, remember to report the cost of this potion into the bill and ask your master to settle it together."

This little trick did not make the old man Ibn, who was used to the storms of the world, reacted. The fire demon who was huddled in the furnace and couldn't help but feel angry: "This woman is simply a desperate person! If she hadn't had a very strange martial arts, the Lord gave her the status of a guest minister, and in front of me, there would be no room for her to have big or small!"

Old Man Ibn ignored the complaints of the fire demon. He left Ren Mansion and headed towards the Dali Temple. In the night, the Dali Temple slowly walked into the Dali Temple like an unlucky ghost.

Standing in front of the fire altar, the fire demon immediately jumped into the red willow charcoal fire that burned all year round in the altar, and rolled in satisfaction.

But the old man Ibn did not look at the fire demon, but just turned his eyes to the vault of the temple, and seemed to see the sky through it: "The movement is going faster."

The fire demon looked at Old Man Ibn with a squint eyes and thought to himself what the half-in-law old man was talking about? But as a demon sent by a big man, cooperating with this old man is the primary part of the mission, so he still listens patiently.

"I am a Hu person, but my mother tribe is a Qiang person. When the Han Dynasty emperor conscripted Qiang and Hu to join the army, he first rebelled and broke into the Han area. Unfortunately, Qiang and Shaodang Qiang were too loose. The Han people bribed the heads and threatened the small tribes. The army quickly became a small group of horse thieves, which was no match for the Han army. Among the Han officials, although there were idiots like Ren Chonghao, there were more smart people. They knew that in the Western Regions, money and cattle and sheep could not buy peace and respect, and swords and big yellow crossbows were the confidence to speak."

Da Yimaer pondered for a moment and continued, "The Qiang-guarding Captain at that time was called Ma Xian. The Ma family in Liangzhou always had many people who hated, feared and respected the Hu people and Qiang people. Unfortunately, although he defeated many Qiang and Hu tribes, he died at the hands of the Qiang. However, today, among the Han officials, there are many people who are not afraid of death, and they also understand the truth that Ma Xian knew at the beginning."

Da Yimal lowered his head, looked at the fire altar, and said, "Even if the Qiang and Hu tribes can fight well, they will never be as good as the Han army. But then it will be different from that time. The saints came here from the west. Qiang and Hu people all have to say the same words, recite the same sutra, and worship the same master. Then they will no longer be tribes that will be bought and intimidated by the Han people, but rather the army organized by our Imal!"

"Soon, Liangzhou and the Western Regions, there will be no Han people, nor will there be those who believe in shamans, worship eagles, swans and wolves as ancestors, and shaved their heads and believe in Buddha. There is only one language here, a belief, a new large tribe, and a country saints tell us that it is the holy land promised by the prophet, and the earthly kingdom ruled by the saint Mahdi!"

Listening to the words of the Great Imar gradually becoming more fanatical, the fire demon's facial features wrinkled and interrupted him, "If you don't talk about anything else, humanity changes are not the focus of our attention. There is only one thing, my master, but your saint personally enfeoffed an archangel. After you establish your country, you must also establish the status of the Lord as the Dongyue. Just don't act rashly before the Lord's investigation of Taiyi Zifang."

Old Man Ibn glanced at the Fire Demon and smiled contemptuously: "Of course, you have to wait for your master to succeed. However, before that, the new Wei, who is engaged in this newcomer, must be judged and punished. You and your brothers should also be very skilled in doing such things."

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Just after the old man Ibn left, Ren Chonghao was still lying miserably on the door panel in the Ren mansion. Ren Dazhengshi, who had been beaten to a deep coma, could only let a female warrior with thick hands and feet, and a necromancer who was afraid of having more contact with corpses than living people.

"This guy didn't leave a mark of flame magic or something, it was completely physical damage. It seemed that this bottle of troll protection potion could be used on him."

He casually inserted the potion bottle into Ren Chonghao's mouth. The female warrior hugged her arms and pulled the hair hanging down her ears with regret: "It's becoming more and more boring to work for these cultists, and the danger is getting higher and higher. Xiao Gu, do you think, should we find an opportunity to change jobs?"
Chapter completed!