After asking what Bai Sha's name was, Qin Lang sat quietly on the side, waiting for Bai Sha to speak.

If the repair magic is not a deceptive thing, then the white sha's spiritual intelligence must have recovered, and the white shasa who has become a normal person always has to say the first word.

He was also curious about what the first words of the White Shar would be when he answered him.

"Kunlun Nu...... Three...... Number three. ”

The body of the second elemental god, who had regained his ability to speak, gradually spoke a little more clearly, but it was still a little stumbling.

"Kunlun Nu No. 3, is your original name?" Qin Lang asked.

Qin Lang thought about it at this time, Bai Sha was refined in the tomb of the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm, this guy should be one of the guardians of the tomb, his name is only one code name "Kunlun Nu No. 3", he should be the slave of the master of the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm.

Nodding, Kunlun Nu No. 3 did not speak again at this time.

"Okay, I'll call you Kunlun Nu in the future, or just call you No. 3. Qin Lang said at this time.

So the resurrected body of the second primordial god regained his previous identity, and in the subsequent conversations, he was always referred to by Qin Lang as "No. 3".

No. 3 was originally the guard of the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain, although he had been dead for thousands of years, but now after being resurrected, he remembered his mission and decided to return to live in the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain again.

Qin Lang did not object to this, because No. 3, who had become a normal person, missed the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain, Qin Lang respected No. 3's choice, and No. 3 also said that as long as Qin Lang needed it, he would definitely do his best to help, even if it was broken.

This is a solemn promise, the current No. 3 is already a master at the level of the Yuan Infant Stage, and Qin Lang is also very happy to be able to get such a powerful backup, for the resurrection of the second Yuan God Body, the previous hard work was not in vain.

After that, the two of them walked together and prepared to return to Huaxia, but not long after leaving, Qin Lang felt that something abnormal appeared in front of him in the desert.

Kunlun Nu No. 3 also felt it, and stood still with Qin Lang, quietly sensing the movement in front of him.

At this time, the movement in front of him was getting louder and louder, it was the sound of horses' hooves, listening to this momentum of thousands of horses galloping, I am afraid that a large group of riders were rushing towards Qin Lang's side.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was closer, and it was even closer, and Qin Lang and the three of them could already vaguely see dense shadows, there were hundreds of people, and the outfits were actually the same as the horse thieves that Qin Lang had destroyed before.

"Rustle!"

The two sides looked at each other, and this group of horse thieves, who were even more powerful, tightened the reins at a distance of about twenty and fifty zhang from Qin Lang, and the horses carried a huge impact, and their front hooves were raised high, making a piercing scream.

"You ...... Is that the one who killed my second brother?"

The leader of the horse thieves was a red-clothed monk with an extremely large body, and when he stared at Qin Lang and No. 3, his eyes showed an incomparably hateful light.

It turned out that the group of horse thieves who were destroyed by Qin Lang, Swordsman Sha'er, and Old Man Arnold before were all together with the group in front of them, and the fat monk in red in front of him was actually the eldest brother of the horse thief leader who was destroyed before.

The strength of the red-clothed fat monk in front of him is also stronger than the horse thief leader who was destroyed before, and he suddenly reached the level of Wuzun, he is actually a martial king, and he is not an ordinary martial king, he has actually reached the middle stage of the martial king.

In the middle of the Martial King period, he was almost on top of the world in this world, and this guy did have the capital to laugh at the desert, but the premise was that he did not meet Qin Lang and Kunlun Nu No. 3.

The current Qin Lang and Kunlun Nu, one is the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Jiedan, and the other is stronger, and it is already at the level of the Yuan Infant Stage, although the red-clothed fat monk in front of him is strong, but it is still not enough to see.

However, most of the hundreds of horse thieves in front of him are actually at the level of martial arts, and I don't know how this red-clothed fat monk trained these people, and such a force is probably not a few points worse than the top few ancient martial arts families in China.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Qin Lang squinted his eyes and looked at these horse thieves, but he didn't answer the words of the fat monk in red.

However, during the scan, he found an unexpected situation, and actually found the swordsman "Sha'er" in this group of horse thieves, and now the swordsman Shar has been tied up by Wuhua and taken hostage by the horse thieves.

What a miserable fellow, I thought that this guy had returned to his family after completing the task, but he didn't expect that he was cut off by horse thieves on the way home, and now the golden page scriptures may have fallen into the hands of these horse thieves.

Qin Lang's guess was right, now the golden page scriptures did fall into the hands of this group of horse thieves and were taken into the hands of the fat monk in red, and the fat monk in red knew that Qin Lang was still in the secret realm of the pyramid, one was to avenge his younger brother, and the other was for the treasure in Qin Lang's hands, so the fat monk in red came out with all the horse thieves under his command.

"Okay, enough seeds. ”

Seeing that Qin Lang and the others ignored their words at all, the fat monk in red was also furious, his eyes revealed a fierce light, and he decided to attack the two fat sheep in front of him who had just returned from the pyramid secret realm, and it seemed that they were carrying oil and water.

However, this fat sheep seems to have a little thorn on his body, and his strength is very strong, as a powerful faction in the middle stage of the Martial King, the fat monk in red does not dare to rush up and fight alone.

He waved his hand and cursed loudly: "His grandmother is a bear! Brothers, now is the time to avenge your second brother, give it to me, use it back to the Maro Circle!"

After speaking, he stepped forward, and the horse thief masters behind him also listened to the leader's words one by one, and performed the best encirclement formation of the horse thief group.

The Great War began on the verge of breaking out.

On one side is a number of more than 300 powerful horse thieves led by a fat monk in red who is not afraid of death.

On one side are Qin Lang and Kunlun Nu No. 3.

On the horse thief's side, because everyone stepped down was a horse with Alapai, so under the leadership of the fat monk in red, he began to use his specialty advantage to directly open the cavalry formation and charge.

Compared with the small group of horse thieves that were destroyed before, the men and horses led by the red-clothed fat monk of this big leader are more elite and their actions are more agile and orderly.

With such an impact on the horse thief group, more than 300 people, with the strength of each martial venerable level or above, I am afraid that even the top existence in this world will have to dodge the edge.

Even if Qin Lang has reached the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Yudan, he does not dare to ignore the impact of the big horse thieves in front of him, and decides to avoid the edge for the time being.

"Shockwave ......"

But before this group of horse thieves approached, the Kunlun Nu No. 3 beside Qin Lang let out a loud shout, and an invisible breath erupted from his mouth, forming an incomparably strong sonic boom, spreading around with himself as the origin.

The principle of oscillating waves is like throwing a small stone into the center of a pond to form a circle of sonic oscillations.

And now all the horse thieves who came into contact with the shockwave were blocked by the sound wave, and suddenly one person turned on his back, and was even blown away by the powerful sonic boom.

Only the hundred or so horse thieves who were relatively close behind barely controlled their figures, but after a pause, they found that their accomplices were in disarray, and they did not dare to charge again for a while.

"Yuan Infant Stage, is this the true strength of Yuan Infant Stage?" Qin Lang muttered, surprised.

The sonic boom impact just now, regardless of friend or foe, almost flew himself at the center of the shock wave, but fortunately, he was also close to the infancy level, so he gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist, but he still stood firm.

However, looking at the light and breezy appearance on the face of Kunlun Nu No. 3, it seems that he just did a small warm-up casually, and he should still have the strength to spare.

The strength of the Yuan Infant level is terrifying!

Just a sonic attack shocked more than three hundred powerful horse thieves in front of him, and even Qin Lang was full of enthusiasm, and at the same time, he was even more urgent to further improve his strength.

And Kunlun Nu No. 3 has been holding back his hands since he used a sonic boom to resist the first wave of charges from more than 300 horse thieves, and he no longer paid attention to these horse thieves in front of him.

He once again gave up the battlefield to Qin Lang.

It's no wonder that in the eyes of the existence of the Yuan Infant level, it is already a great honor for the more than 300 horse thieves in front of him to be able to make him shoot once, and the asymmetry of strength makes the third have no desire to continue to shoot at all.

Moreover, No. 3 knew that after the first wave of horse thieves' charge was blocked by himself, the sharp energy of this group of horse thieves would also dissipate, and then even Qin Lang alone would be able to kill these more than three hundred people alone, so there was no need for him to make a move at all.

"Fight!" In laughter, Qin Lang summoned his magic weapon, the Black Eagle Sword, and a strong momentum erupted from his body, facing the poor horse thief in front of him whose charge of more than three hundred horses was interrupted.

Without the momentum of the charge, the current dozen or so horse thieves were directly swept off their horses by a few sword qi in Qin Lang's hand, and six were killed and eight were injured in an instant.

"Damn, boy, I'm going to kill you!"

The fat monk in red was also choked by the scene in front of him, the extremely powerful Kunlun Nu No. 3 looked very difficult to mess with, but Qin Lang in front of him didn't seem to be so strong, so the leader of the horse thieves decided to pick the soft persimmon to strike first.

The strategy of the fat monk in red was undoubtedly correct, but he underestimated the young man in front of him.

Although it is a soft persimmon, Qin Lang in front of him is only relative to Kunlun Nu No. 3, a master of the Yuan Infant Period, but for these more than 300 horse thieves, he is undoubtedly a powerful and ruthless killing god.

Bang!

The red-clothed fat monk collided with Qin Lang, and with a muffled snort, his body retreated, if it weren't for the handle of the knife in his hand being tightly wrapped in gauze, I am afraid that Qin Lang would have knocked his weapon away with a blow just now.

"Huh?" Qin Lang was also extremely surprised, this was the first time that someone had resisted his attack, and seeing that the scimitar in the hand of this red-clothed fat monk was not an ordinary scimitar, it should be at least a level of divine weapon.

Because in this world, apart from the weapons of the Divine Weapon level, Qin Lang really couldn't think of any other weapon that could withstand the blow of his flying sword.

However, after resisting Qin Lang's blow, the leader of the horse thief in the middle of the Martial King was also numb with shock, and he was distressed to find that the edge of his scimitar Heimang actually collapsed a small gap.

Damn! This is a weapon-level weapon, how could it be damaged?

The fat monk in red had a ghostly expression, and the two guys he met in front of him simply overturned his cognition, one was powerful and mysterious, and he stopped the charge of himself and his more than 300 horse thieves with just a wild roar;