Cheng Lan didn't understand what this meant, although he had been living in Warat for more than half a year, he still knew some very simple Warat language, and he couldn't understand the slightly more complicated ones, and this time he still couldn't understand anything.

But the person in front of him is not good, his face is cold, seeing that the other party is menacing, and the language is not understood, he is obviously full of malice towards Wen Feng, as soon as his mind moves, he immediately made a decision, glanced at Wen Feng, signaled Wen Feng to avoid, and waved to everyone, and everyone greeted the lama.

Jungler Anda sneered, his face was indifferent, he held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and rushed forward without hesitation, he was strong, and naturally had great strength, for a while, even if the other party surrounded more than a dozen people, it was not much difficult for him to deal with, and he was still able to maneuver around it, and as soon as the palm wind was sent, he suddenly hit a person next to him and flew towards the wall, hit the wall and then fell to the ground, and couldn't get up again.

The manpower on the grassland is very large, and Cheng Lan has already experienced this, but he really hasn't seen much of an opponent as strong as today, and for a while, several people around him have already been attacked by the palm wind or Buddha beads, and they fell to the ground.

He couldn't help but be secretly frightened, but he raised 120,000 points of vigilance in his heart, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and he also took a posture of playing with his life.

He is here to protect Wen Feng, if something happens to Wen Feng, then all the hard work they have paid before will be in vain, not to mention, if it is really Wen Feng's accident, then His Royal Highness in Warat is like fish and meat on someone's knife board, and then he will really be treated as a prisoner by the Warat people to negotiate terms with Da Zhou.

Isn't it because His Highness is so strenuous about this?

Otherwise, with His Highness's ability, he would already have a way to get out, and he wouldn't have to be trapped here at all.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, held back the vibration in his chest, lifted his spirits, and talked to this lama.

Wen Feng was thrilled when he watched from the side, and he was shocked by this lama's skills.

Could it be that this is the person arranged by the Taishi in the Buddhist temple?

But this man's skills .....

Just as he was thinking, the table that was not far away suddenly banged, and a person fell on it, and the table was already crushed.

Wen Feng's eyes widened, and he rushed towards the person and shouted loudly: "Dazheng! ”

Dazheng was the guard he personally selected, in the first batch of henchmen in Warat, and his relationship with him was extremely deep, seeing Taizheng spit out a mouthful of blood, he suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily shouted at the jungler Anda in Warat: "I am the king of the grassland, the blood of the previous king of the grassland, even the Dashuo Living Buddha admits this, you don't admit it, do you want to do it against the Dashuo Living Buddha?!" How daring! ”

The corner of the jungler An'erda's mouth sneered slightly, he didn't put his shouts in his ears at all, and quickly shot to put down the last few opponents, and the Buddha beads in his hand were suddenly pinched off by him, and the Buddha beads burst open, and flew towards Cheng Lan and them with ten strength.

These Buddha beads contain his internal power, and some of them fly past his ears, and he can feel the brutal power, not to mention being hit on the acupuncture points on his body?

If an ordinary person is hit like this, he is afraid that the light one will vomit blood in public, and the heavy one will die on the spot.

Cheng Lan was startled, couldn't care about herself, and hurriedly rushed towards Wen Feng, wanting to block Wen Feng.

Wen Feng was also stunned by the scene in front of him, seeing that the Buddha beads hit Cheng Lan's back, Cheng Lan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and before he had time to grieve and be angry, he saw that the big lama had already rushed towards him.

If this claw slapped him on the head, his life would have been killed on the spot.

Wen Feng was shocked, and at the last moment, he still remembered the set of thorn points that Zhu Yuan had taught him, and he didn't care about anything else, so he quickly threw out all the golden needles in his sleeve with one hand.

This is what Zhu Yuan used to save his life, he didn't use it for so long when he came to the grassland, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

The jungler Anda suddenly saw him throw out the hidden weapon, and he just sneered, stretched out his hand and flicked it heavily, and these golden needles were held in his hand nine times out of ten.

It was just some golden needles, and he moved slightly, intending to shatter them, but before his hand could make a fist, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

He frowned, and before he could get angry, the door was opened, and An Ye rushed in with several big lamas, and shouted loudly when he saw this: "Master! Keep your hands! ”

As soon as these words came out, An Ye's figure had already arrived in front of Wen Feng and stopped in front of the jungler Anerda, he first glanced at Wen Feng's condition, and after making sure that Wen Feng was fine, he turned around and sighed at the jungler Anerda: "Master, the living Buddha has made it clear, this is the righteous king of the grassland, and soon after, the living Buddha is about to pray for him, how can you insist on going your own way and make a move on the king?" ”

No matter how noble the monks are, they can't rule the grassland seriously, and the royal court has always been a sacred existence in the hearts of the people.

The kings are even more significant, once their identities are confirmed, then the relationship between them and the monks is complementary, and it cannot even be said which one is more noble.

It is very taboo to make such a move in the jungler Anda.

There was a strange itch in the palm of his hand, and the jungler Anlda frowned.

If it weren't for this sudden secret weapon, this king would be dead by now.

He asked Wen Feng in a cold voice, "What is this?" ”

Wen Feng himself didn't know, but he knew that Zhu Yuan had killed the wrong Muda with this.

He snorted coldly, he didn't have a good impression of this arrogant lama, and he didn't intend to answer him at all.

The jungler Anerda was suddenly even more angry, but was pulled away by An Ye in time.

An Ye looked at the wounded in this place again, and said to an old lama with a white beard on the side: "Clean up, and treat the wounds for those who are still alive." ”

To be brought here by Wen Feng, it must be the king's henchmen, and they can't all die here.

The old lama folded his hands and agreed respectfully, beckoned, and a group of young lamas came in, carried them on their shoulders, and carried them out.

All that was left was the faint smell of blood.

Wen Feng stood in place, with a sense of happiness for the rest of his life, and a kind of dissatisfaction and anger that was suppressed, and coldly questioned An Ye: "Venerable! What does that mean?! Isn't the words of the Living Buddha no longer useful in your temple? I thought I would be safe in the temple, but I almost lost my life! You have to give me an explanation for this! ”