Poplar's words came out with hatred,.

Thunder thundered on the ground.

The two of them were not prepared for the poplar to come like this, and this shout seemed to have a strange magic power, which instantly stunned them, and they were in a state of distraction for a moment.

The poplar tree suddenly swept up from the front, and in an instant stepped in front of the old man in front of him.

Rumble!

The poplar pushed out with a palm, and the old man woke up like a dream, turned around at the poplar, and then flew dozens of meters away.

"Dare alien, dare to attack my temple guardian, damn it!" the old man behind him roared angrily, and waved his scepter in front of the poplar.

Yang Shu turned his head, the old man looked at the very fast technique in front of him, but it was extremely slow, "It's a joke that a person who has not reached the realm of a single grade dares to play a big knife in front of me." ”

Poplar sneered, then slowly stretched out his palm.

The old man in front of him ran away just now not because of his speed, but because Yang Shu didn't want to kill him, so he let him retreat a few dozen meters, because he wanted him to lead the way, so his subordinates showed mercy.

But this person Yang Shu is not ready to show mercy to his subordinates, just have one person to lead the way, and many people ...... Kill it!

Poplar thinks so and does so.

He just swept it away, and then a huge palm force struck them. The man flew upside down without even snorting, fell down the street, and could never get up again.

The old man in front of him was startled, as if he wanted to get acquainted with the poplar tree again.

"You killed me as a Guardian of the Temple, do you know who you have offended?" the old man roared, angry at the defeat of others.

"You are just a small cultivator in Huaxia, is this a vain attempt to provoke the dissatisfaction of the world cultivators against you? Can you afford the wrath of the world cultivators!"

The old man roared at the poplar tree, and every word he said lifted out all the cultivators from all over the world, as if the poplar had offended the cultivators of the whole world.

Yang Shu looked at him, and the murderous aura on his face became stronger and stronger.

"We're not done two hundred years ago...... Poplar looked at him, "but I don't want to count this with you now, I just want to know one, where are those people locked up by you?"

"This is the person our gods need, you mortal can't ...... at all," the old man roared angrily and spoke to the poplar.

Poplar suddenly had a word in his mouth, and then slammed into front of him.

"Very well, tell me what is your name?" asked Poplar slowly.

"My name is Marcus, and I am the Guardian of the Templars of the Round Table. Marcus replied honestly as if he were a different person.

"Tell me, where did those people go, and what did you do with them?" asked Poplar with a gloomy face.

"They're at Dick Manor, which is a base camp for our Barrow family in the United States. Marcus replied, "I don't know what those people are used for. ”

"Very good!" Poplar clapped his hands, and the spell was lifted in an instant.

Marcus came to his senses in an instant, and he himself sensed that something was wrong, and immediately looked at the poplar in surprise.

"Marcus, Dick Manor?" Poplar looked at him with a sneer, "I should thank you, Marcus?"

Marcus's face changed drastically, "You...... What did you just do to me?"

Yang Shu looked at him, "Is there a person named Huo De in the Ancient Knight of your round table, and he died in Huaxia?"

Marcus was stunned, obviously unable to figure out why Poplar would ask such a question.

"That self-proclaimed servant of God, turned out to be ......," Poplar smiled, full of disdain, "holding some pretentious sword, and I was slashed to death with a single twist of my weapon." Marcus, do you think I'm qualified to kill you?"

"It's you!" Marcus was like falling into an ice cellar, and Hord's death was arguably their greatest loss to the Medieval Knight in hundreds of years, because a dignified Medieval Knight died like that.

But he didn't expect that the person who killed Hod would be in the United States, right in front of him.

And by mistake, they also had a conflict.

Marcus was already terrified, and in a report from the Medieval Knights, the man who killed the Medieval Knights was a demon.

"Then you can die!" Poplar looked at Marcus, whose face was changing, and slowly spat out these words.

"No!" Marcus cried out in despair, then tried to run.

But the poplar stretched out his big hand and grabbed him by the head.

"Rest assured, I'll let that White family accompany you, so you won't be too lonely!" Poplar sneered, but when he saw a white light rise, Marcus disappeared into the white light in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Anna had been watching from the side without speaking, and she was already wide-eyed when she saw behind her.

Especially when I saw a living Marcus disappear into the poplar tree, my eyes were about to pop out.

There is such witchcraft in this world!

In her heart, Poplar is a wizard.

"Let's go, go find them at Dick's Manor!" Poplar was as casual as killing a little chicken, and he didn't even look back, just left this sentence.

Anna followed without hesitation, and after seeing the power of the poplar tree, she was completely relieved, it was absolutely safe to follow the wizard!

Dick Manor, which is on the outskirts of Memphis. It was a large manor, and the center of the manor was fenced off, and in the middle was an old building that looked like a centuries-old castle.

In the castle, White's screams rang out.

"That bastard, I'm going to kill him!" White was lying on the luxurious couch of the castle as a man in a black trench coat massaged him.

"Mr. White...... "Another man who looked like he was in his sixties and seventy with gray hair stood respectfully beside him, "Marcus has gone out with Chet, and according to the latest information we have, the girl who ran away was with the man who hit you. ”

"Then kill him!" White almost roared, "He dares to fight anyone from my Barrow family, I must kill him!"

"But...... That should be a master. The trench coat man hesitated.

"What about the masters? Don't we have even more masters? Kill him, and if Simachus isn't enough, then call Whitaker over!" White said cruelly.

The trench coat man hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around.

There sat a man with a knife manicure, and he stood up and said respectfully, "I'm going to kill him!"

The man in the trench coat did not refuse, but said, "If Anna runs again, let's solve it together." ”

Whirkett nodded, and was about to go out with a blank face.

Seeing Whirkett walking out, White finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Whitter, don't kill him, get me here, I'm going to kill him with my own hands!" White twisted his face with a sickly smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll scrap him first, and then drag him here. Whirckert smiled haughtily, as if the poplar were like a pig and a dog in front of him.

Open the door, and Whitkett is about to go out.

But as soon as the door opened, he was stunned for a moment, because there were two people standing outside the gate.

One man and one woman.