"Childe!"

"Wait a minute!"

Just when Situ Xing was about to take a step, Harlin, who had always been as docile as a slave, suddenly stepped forward half a step, blocked Situ Xing behind him, and looked at the top of the mountain with a vigilant face.

"How?"

Looking at Haring, whose muscles were tense all over his body, like a cheetah, Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and he asked with some curiosity.

"Childe!"

"It's not normal!"

"At this time in the past, the top of the mountain was already full of people!"

"It's too quiet today, I'm afraid there's a big problem inside!"

Hearing Situ Xing's inquiry, Haring's eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he said with a worried face.

"Hmm!"

Listening to Haring's explanation, Situ couldn't help but nod slightly, as Haring said, the surroundings were too quiet, and the silence was a little abnormal...

The smell of blood!

Harlem was tall, like a lion's nose, twitched strangely twice, and his already nervous eyes instantly contracted into a straight line...

Because he was in the air, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Although the smell was diluted a lot by the trees and flowing water in the mountains, Haring was sure that it must be the smell of human blood.

"Your Excellency!"

"I'm afraid this is not a good place!"

"Let's leave early!"

Harlem can detect the abnormality, and so can the execution...

Moreover, his nose is much sharper than Haring's. So when he heard Haring's proposal, Situ Xingmo nodded hesitantly.

Just as the two were about to turn back the same way, there was a crisp applause from the top of the mountain.

The muscles of Situ and Haring's whole body couldn't help but tighten...

"What a vigilant servant!"

"It's a pity that you all have to die here today!"

Listening to the sound like a night owl, the muscles of Harlin's whole body instantly tensed, and a trace of blood qi emerged from his thick pores, condensing into a male lion in the air!

Innate Warrior!

Situ Xing glanced at Harlem in some surprise.

I didn't expect this outsider, who seemed to be a slave, to be an innate martial artist!

For the power of Yili, he also has to re-evaluate...

Placed in the foreign martial artist who jumped out and had a hideous face, he really didn't pay attention to it, the martial arts master, to others, may be a supreme existence.

But in his eyes, he is a little person who can be pinched to death at will.

"Your Excellency!"

"You go first!"

"I was able to hold him off for a while!"

Looking at the foreign warrior standing in the air, his whole body hidden in black, like a foreign warrior who asked for his life, Haring hurriedly stepped forward, blocked between the two, and said in a solemn and heavy voice.

"Let's go?"

"How is that possible?"

"Do you think the old man is the only one here?"

Listening to Haring's words, the foreign warrior standing in the air couldn't help but sneer, and said with some mockery.

As his words landed, another warrior sprang out from the woods behind Situ Xing.

Two martial arts masters, one in front and one behind, trapped Harlem and Situ in the middle of the path, with a wolf in front and a tiger in the back!

Looking at the misty and unknowingly deep canyon below, Haring's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of despair.

Such a deep canyon, let alone him, even if a martial arts master falls, he will fall into a ball of flesh...

However, to Harlin's surprise, Situ Xing not only did not panic at the attack of the two martial arts masters, but asked as if chatting:

"The pedestrians on the road have been poisoned by the two of you?"

"Humph!"

"Tell you good!"

"That's right!"

"Since this morning, our brothers have killed seventeen people here!"

Looking at the two people who seemed to be lambs to the slaughter, the corners of the foreign warrior's mouth couldn't help but turn up, like a cat catching a mouse, and his face was full of play:

"But don't worry, because the two of you will soon be at the bottom of the cliff with them... “

"With so many people as your companions, you will not be lonely!"

Listening to the affirmative answers of the two, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, Situ Xing turned up the corners of his mouth, shook his head heavily, and said in an unusually positive tone:

"You two are not right!"

"You two didn't kill seventeen people at all!"

"There is one of them whose martial arts realm is not below the two of you, and it is precisely because of this that you only injured him, but did not kill him!"

"How do you know!"

Looking at Situ Xing, whose face was full of determination, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, the eyes of the foreign warrior in black couldn't help but shrink, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"I smell it!"

"There is a total of seventeen people's blood here!"

"Sixteen strands of death are already lingering!"

"But one of the breaths has not dispersed, it must have only been injured, not fallen!"

"And that drop of blood is heavy, like silver mercury, and the vitality in it is condensed but not dispersed, obviously he has undergone blood exchange, and he is a martial arts master!"

Situ Xing raised his palm, gently rubbed his nose with his white jade-like fingers, his eyes were gloomy, and he said proudly.

"This!"

"This!"

Situ Xing said simply, but whether it was Harlem or those two warriors, there was an earth-shattering wave in their hearts, is this still human?

So much information can be analyzed just by a little smell!

Terrible!

It's horrible!

Thinking of this, the eyes of the two black-clothed warriors changed slightly, and their faces were a little hesitant...

Could it be that this scholar who doesn't look amazing is actually a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

However, looking at his face, his temples were as flat as ordinary people.

You know, with the improvement of the martial arts realm, the martial artist's qi and blood will become more and more vigorous, affected by this change, the eyes of the martial artist are much brighter than ordinary people, and the vigorous qi and blood will be like a torch, and the light makes people dare not look directly...

However, the biggest difference between martial artists and ordinary people is still in the temple!

Because of the strong relationship between the martial artist's qi and blood, the temples will be prominent and full. . . It's like two small packets.

Many people rely on this characteristic to distinguish between martial artists and ordinary people...

However, Situ Xing's cheeks are unusually flat, not to mention the bulging pouch, even if there is not a pimple...

It is precisely because of this that the two black-clothed warriors fell into some kind of entanglement.

Looking at the few people who fell into a strange silence, Situ didn't urge, just watched quietly...

He was acting more indifferently, but he was anxious about Harlem.

He kept giving Situ Torture Envoy a look, hoping that he would take the opportunity to slip away, but Situ Xing didn't seem to see it at all...

It's just that Mu Leng stood there, in a daze.

Just when everyone thought that this weirdness would last for a long time, an old but domineering voice came from the top of the mountain...