The big man who looked at the stall saw that the second leader with the highest status in the camp actually stayed in front of his stall after the king, and he was immediately surprised and happy, and hurriedly got up and introduced: "What did the second leader fancy about?" ”

The man in black stretched out a slender hand, picked up the jade pendant, and his eyes were dark: "Where did this jade pendant come from?" ”

The big man stammered: "The second leader has taken a fancy to this jade pendant, take it, this is what our brother got from a woman, a rare treasure--"

The man in black interrupted the big man: "Where is the woman?" There was a subtle hint of nervousness and trembling in his voice.

Dahan hesitated.

Although the default rules of the camp, as long as you grab it in the desert, it is yours, whether it is jewelry or silver, or women, but the second leader in front of you seems to hate robbing women? So should you say it or not?

A trace of murderous intent flashed between the eyebrows of the man in black, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the big man's neck, and his hand slowly tightened: "Where is that woman?" ”

Dahan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he couldn't breathe, but he was still struggling: "Second ...... Second Leader...... This, this...... Disagreement...... The rules of the camp ......"

The man in black raised his eyebrows, and his other hand quickly pinched the big man's shoulder, and with a "click", the big man's arm hung softly.

The big man's face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans came out, "Er...... Second Leader...... You ......"

"I'll ask one last time, where is the woman?" The man in black lightly put his hand on the other arm of the big man.

The big man suddenly became anxious, "I said, I said, in a small tent--"

Before the words fell, the man in black let go, and let the big man fall to the ground, falling into the dust, rolling on the ground and moaning, without even moving his eyebrows, only asking behind him: "Where is his tent?" ”

Someone around immediately jumped out and pointed the way.

The man in black jumped a few times and ran to where, and behind him, a group of guards looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

xxxx

Xiling Lan's internal strength can't be raised, facing this group of third-rate rogue/hooligan strong men, it is still a little tricky, these people are also practitioners, their martial arts foundation is not low, and their bodies have a strong killing atmosphere, and they are not easy to deal with.

Xiao Luo is not around, it's just inconvenient, thinking of this, Xiling Lan was shocked that she relied too much on Xiao Luo before, the strength of her own strength is the true meaning, these people want to touch her? Look for death!

Her man is only Chu Tianmu, who dares to beat her idea, just don't want to live anymore, and let this group of indiscriminate bastards take advantage? How can it be!

But under the current situation, Xiling Lan can only ignore the injury, forcibly lift a trace of internal force, and fall to the ground with the strong man who pounced on her in three or two strokes, she is now fighting to the death, there are a few people in this tent, it should not be difficult for her to get it, but this is obviously a camp, kill this group, there must be people outside, this is very tricky......

And in her current state, it would be good to be able to kill these people, if there were more people outside, she might not be able to escape......

"Bang--" Then he heard a sound, and it seemed as if something heavy had fallen at his feet.

Xiling Lan raised his eyes and looked at the door of the tent, and saw that the strong man guarding the door had a big hole in the back of his head, and he was bubbling blood, and the whole person was lying on the ground and couldn't move, and he was already dead of anger.

Immediately after, a man dressed in black quickly flashed up.