A group of people in yellow, except for the middle-aged man in black standing next to Xiong Taixiao, everyone else looked strange.

And in the face of Ying Xiangmian's joking words, there was no slightest fluctuation in his expression.

What is also special about these people is that their skin is sticky and wrinkled, they have insect antennae on their heads, caterpillar hairs on their bodies, and more tent wings similar to moths than ordinary humans.

It's very similar to the horror character in the horror story of the "World Police" country-Moth Man, in short, it looks very weird and terrifying.

A cool breeze blew, and the middle-aged man in black standing in the middle, the man with a whole piece of dark iron mask, blocked his face, he laughed wildly: "Not bad, yes, the three-meter-tall demon beast, riding out is very windy." ”

This person's voice is a bit of a male duck's voice, and when he hears it, he knows that he is a person who has practiced some evil skills, and he is not afraid in the face of the fierce ink pool, and he seems to be very excited, it seems that this guy's strength is quite terrifying.

"Hmph! What kind of broken thing is this, what kind of broken thing is this!" Ying Xiangmian scolded disdainfully in his heart.

Then the middle-aged man snorted coldly, and with a flick of his fingers like a withered branch, a withered moon scimitar flew over.

The sword light with black fire rushed to the face, and it was in front of Xiangmian in an instant.

However, the tea turnip in his hand was good, and he spewed out a mouthful of fire and bounced the scimitar back, and the scimitar directly attacked the black-clothed middle-aged man who was ambushed with red fire and black fire.

However, the middle-aged man exerted his internal force, and with only a slight shock, the scimitar fell to the ground.

"I finally advise you loudly, if you know each other, get out, if you don't know each other, today next year will be your sacrifice day!" Xiangmian pulled out the knife and snorted coldly.

"Hehe, little ghost, it's been years since anyone dared to talk to me like this, you're the first, but you're the last. ”

The middle-aged man let out a deep laugh, his arm flashed, and a centipede tattoo more than ten centimeters long appeared on his arm, but it was not a tattoo, but a real centipede.

The centipede crawled on its arm, and then it fell to the ground, getting bigger and bigger, this is a third-order lock-picking centipede.

This centipede is small enough to pick locks and help people steal things, and when it grows larger, it is several meters tall, with a golden armor and a pattern of lock cylinders on the door of the head.

Such a big centipede, the fragrant cotton is also the first time I have seen it in my life, and I am almost frightened.

And the bear Taixiao beside the middle-aged man also retreated dozens of steps, for fear of being accidentally injured by a centipede.

At this time, Xiangmian's expression was a little anxious, I didn't expect that Xiong Taixiao could invite such a powerful character to deal with him, it seems that this robbery is going to fight to the death.

The sky was clear, and it was empty on the official road, and only there was a wave of people on the long road slope, which made the surrounding atmosphere extremely oppressive.

"Heheda, that centipede in the ink pool is your lunch, and the rest of the moth people are your canned luncheon meat!" Xiangmian touched the tea and pretended to be calm, and Mo Chi rolled his eyes.

The eyes of the lock-picking centipede looked directly at the black panther inkpool, thousands of eyes flashed with bloodthirsty ferocity, and thousands of sharp knives and feet poked at each other, as if they were provoking their opponents.

The usually lazy inkpool can only be treated strictly, revealing his bright claws and holding his head high, and his momentum is compelling.

"Ink pool, can you beat him?" Xiangmian asked worriedly, looking at the posture on the other side.

"Don't underestimate me, you can only know who is high and who is low only if you have really beaten me!" Inkpool answered without fear.

"Okay, I believe in you, you have to be careful now, if you can't beat us, we'll run away" Xiangmian said worriedly, and then flew down to the ground with Chawu in her arms, fighting Xiong Taixiao and others, and letting the ink pool and centipede fight alone.

"Kill me!" The middle-aged man in black had countless withered moon scimitars standing behind his back, and the Xuan Force was constantly vibrating out, shattering all the stones at his feet.

As soon as his order fell, the lock-picking centipede rushed towards the black panther inkpool, which was also amazingly fast.

At the same time, the "moth man" behind the man also killed Xiangmian, and Xiong Taixiao did not stand dryly, and the giant tooth and double thorn of his weapon also killed Ying Xiangmian.

When they were almost evenly matched, Cha Wu actually had to fight the mysterious man in black.

"Stained, the little fox is here, my uncle has a good beast pill to eat!" , The man in black was holding a large number of precious beast pills in his hands, and these things were just candy for him to abduct some stupid demon beasts.

The smell emanating from these beast pills is the easiest way to trick the little demon beasts, and he often uses such small means to subdue some little demon beasts, and then kill them and feed them to his big demon beasts.

Who knows, Cha Wu ignored him and ran to help the ink pool fight against the lock-picking centipede.

The ink pool and the lock-picking centipede are fighting to the death, scarred, and the tea is immoral and sets fire to the centipede's back, the flame burns the carapace, and makes a "zizi" spark collision sound.

The chain-picking centipede was burned to the ground and kept churning, making the ground dusty.

"You bastard!" the guy who was still holding the beast pill and was lying on the spot suddenly became furious.

Unexpectedly, this little fox could withstand his temptation, did not fall into the trap, and injured his cute little worm, and immediately smashed all the withered moon scimitars in his back to Chawu.

Chawu also reacted very quickly, and immediately hid behind the lock-picking centipede, and those scimitars smashed the little centipede's body, causing it to greatly reduce its spiritual power, aggravate the wound, and was about to die.

When the centipede fell to the ground in pain, the ink pool took the opportunity to pounce on it, biting the centipede's head, tearing its head out of its body, and immediately splashed blood plasma.

"No, my little worm!" the middle-aged man in black wanted to go over and rescue him, but it was too late, his heart suddenly throbbed, and he howled to the sky.

Then the middle-aged man in black faced Chawu, his eyes were full of murderous energy, and there was a withered moon scimitar in his hand, and every move was carried with black fire, and there was terrifying venom oozing out of the knife.

What he was holding in his hand now was his truly powerful weapon, the Withered Moon Scimitar, dozens of which had been used before, but they were just fake weapons that people would take lightly.

The middle-aged man in black waved and waved with a scimitar, and Chawu jumped up and down on the scimitar, constantly dodging, like jumping a rubber band, and everything suddenly became quiet and beautiful.

However, the middle-aged man in black was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and then there was nothing he could do at the moment, so that the leather fox would fall with one blow.

On the other hand, Ying Xiangmian was not so easy, and was desperately besieged by the "Moth Man" and Xiong Taixiao, and fell into a bitter battle.

"Bad luck! It's really bad luck to get home! These are some kind of broken moth people, so hard to beat!" The two kitchen knives of fragrant cotton came out together, constantly parrying their wheel flip grabbing.