Wu Zhi frowned slightly and asked the people next to him: "Did you hear a child calling for help?"
Bai Qianqian glanced at Wu Zhi: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did a child come from in this wilderness?"
Just when Wu Zhi thought he heard wrongly, the voice came again: "Help."
Wu Zhi asked again: "You really didn't hear it?"
Bai Qianqian and Zhao Fuzi shook their heads at the same time.
Wu Zhi suddenly felt a chill running down his spine!
This girly scene is a classic scene from horror movies.
Could it be that it's a ghost?
Fortunately, Zhan Zhao, who was lying on Wu Zhi's back, said in a slightly lower voice: "I did hear a slight sound coming from that direction."
"But I can't hear it clearly. I think it must be very far away."
Since even Zhan Zhao said so, Wu Zhi and the four of them walked in the direction where the sound came from.
At the same time, Wu Zhi heard the child's cry for help coming from the end of the direction.
In a small forest.
There was a little girl wearing brocade clothes, who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, huddled pitifully under a rock.
In front of her was the son of Fang La, the leader of the Ming Cult.
Fang Tianding was standing with a few people in a fierce manner, his eyes widened and a fierce look on his face.
"I asked, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I asked?"
"Tell me quickly, where is the Xuanming Sect going!?"
This little girl obviously doesn't know what Fang Tianding is talking about?
She was very scared, holding her delicate body tightly with both hands, lowering her head slightly, and her eyes showed deep fear.
Fang Tianding, on the other hand, was already a little impatient. He stepped forward with eyes wide open and stretched out his hand, trying to pull the little girl up from the ground.
At this moment, a sudden gust of wind roared from behind!
"Get your dog's paws off!"
A strong arm stretched out from the side and grabbed Fang Tianding's wrist!
Then, a "click" sound was heard.
The visitor forcefully pulled Fang Tianding's hand aside, and Fang Tianding was a member of the Ming Cult and was always known for his strength.
I never thought that I would meet someone stronger than myself!
He turned around and roared immediately.
"Get out of my way, young master!"
Wu Zhi came precisely because he heard the cry for help!
While Fang Tianding was shouting, the strength in his hands became even faster.
As soon as he waved his hand, let alone a human being, even an adult buffalo would be blown away by him!
However, his hand only reached halfway and stopped.
The Mingjiao disciples who were following Fang Tianding all had their eyes widened in disbelief!
Who among the Ming Cult doesn't know that their young master has been full of supernatural powers since he was a child.
Without the use of internal strength, even their leader may not be able to defeat Fang Tianding in terms of strength!
Soon, two tall and strong men stood there and began to compete with each other.
The little girl shrank her body, raised her head slightly, and looked at Wu Zhi with her jewel-like eyes.
Wu Zhi's arm was raised up, while Fang Tianding's arm was pressed down, and they used brute force to fight each other.
In this regard, Fang Tianding can be said to have natural self-confidence.
She immediately snorted coldly and looked at the person in front of her.
"Boy, I have to admit that you are quite strong."
"However, you can only stop here!"
"This young master only uses 7 points of force!"
After hearing what the other party said, Wu Zhi, who had always lowered his head, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
"Really?"
"Then you use 10% of your strength to take a look."
Fang Tianding snorted coldly: "Okay, since you don't want this arm anymore, I will grant it to you!"
While shouting and shouting, the strength of Fang Tianding's right arm suddenly increased!