A man riding a tall horse and wearing heavy cavalry armor came to Xuezhen and looked down at him, blonde-haired, handsome and chic, with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes full of grace and grace, there must have been countless young girls who had touched his heart.

"You're with Kevin?" Roland asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"And did you see a wounded hussar running here?"

"No ......"

Roland smiled slightly, showing a playful expression: "Then where did this horse come from?"

Snow Mark didn't speak, and it seemed that the matter had been revealed. What can be done now?

A tall man jumped off his horse, held a whip, and yelled at Snowmark: "Say!

"Hmph!" said Snow Scar, tickling compared to the torture I had been subjected to in Jerusalem, "My husband is true to his word, and I promised that I would not say it." ”

The other party was even more angry, and the long whip was swung and repeatedly whipped at him.

Snow marks instinctively carried the "hard" for protection, he found that this time the whip was whipped on the body without any pain at all, and there were no scars on his body, and his heart suddenly felt like this when using "hard" to protect!

It takes a lot of time to practice the "six forms", the basic skill of reading ability, but he does not have enough mental power, and since he learned to be "hard", he has only used it a few times. Now that his mental power is infinite and he finally has the opportunity to use it, he simply starts to use it repeatedly, treating it as a kind of cultivation.

Anyway, I have infinite power on the pilgrimage route, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

He looked at the rude man with contempt, and the other party was even more enraged by his provocation, and whipped him several times in a row.

Snow Scar looks like he's been whipped and rolled all over the ground, but he's actually trying to defend against the opponent's attack in various ways.

The knights who surrounded him were a little surprised to see him being beaten repeatedly, but they didn't say a word.

A mighty voice sounded behind everyone: "You actually practice the Six Styles here? ”

A tall man rode a tall horse towards Snowmark. The powerful mental pressure lifted the crowd like a curtain of the door.

The horse was handsome, with brown fur glistening in the sun.

The man on the horse was even more burly, like a mountain.

Snow Scar felt the pressure of his thoughts, and even though he was an object, he actually felt that he couldn't breathe. This strong sense of oppression is simply the presence of Pissarro or the Pope himself.

He dismounted, threw the whip to his attendant, took off his sheepskin gloves, and stretched out his hand to the snow marks on the ground.

"Hello, I'm the head of the Nord family, Hemod. ”

The other party looked like a high-powered person, but he didn't expect to be so polite to his subordinate prisoner, and Xue Zhen couldn't help but reach out and shake him, but suddenly a strong force came from his hand, and his palm was almost broken.

He smiled and pressed on the palm of the snow stain.

Snow marks felt their hardness being broken through in an instant.

The object has a hundredfold telekinesis on the pilgrimage path, but because the base of the snowmark's telekinesis is too small, even if it is increased by a hundredfold, it cannot compete with the Nord family master Hemod.

That is, Hemod is more than a hundred times stronger than him.

"Are you really reluctant to tell us Kevin's whereabouts?"

Snow Scar endured the pain and continued to run hard, trying to regain the protective layer on the surface of his palm under his pressure. Although it is on the pilgrimage route, the pain is not diminished in the slightest.

The mood of trying to practice the six postures just now is completely gone, and now he is instinctively stimulated hard, and has no leisure to think about anything else.

He knew that he was still too underestimated, and here was Qin's memory, and it was possible for any kind of master to appear. Even if I have a hundred times the mental power, I am afraid it will be difficult to fight.

The other party asked again, "Do you really not want to say it?"

Although the tone was still polite, the force in his hand instantly increased as he spoke.

The pain of the misalignment of the bones in the palm of his hand stimulated Snow Scar's nerves, but it also stimulated Snow Scar's pride, and he thought of the young man named Kevin trusting him at the end, and a kind of pride arose.

"No!"

As his telekinesis worked, swirls appeared in the air.

The pain also intensified. His palms were about to be crushed like a biscuit.

At this moment, suddenly a voice came from the cellar not far away: "Enough!"

The crowd dispersed and looked into the cellar.

Kevin opened the cellar door and came out of it: "Let the kid go." ”

Don't look at his age, but when he speaks, he is full of temperament and heroic.

Then he looked at Snow Mark again: "You have kept your promise, if you are still alive, I will teach you my telekinesis skills." ”

Duke Hemod laughed and let go of his hand holding the snow mark.

"Yes, both kids are very interesting. ”

"I didn't expect that the head of the Nord family, Lord Hemod, the Grand Duke of North Austria, personally came out to arrest me, which can be regarded as giving me enough face. A young man named Kevin walked out of the cellar and came to Snowmark.

"You can take me, I won't resist, but I have a request, don't embarrass this kid, I still have a deal to do with him. Kevin glanced at the snow marks.

Hemod touched his chin and looked at the two with interest.

"I am the head of the Nord family, of course, I will not embarrass this child, besides, he is true to his word, he is a man, and we Northern Austrians admire a real man. Hemod glanced at the snow marks, "I see that you have some talent, so I tried to test you just now, although it hurts, but I won't really hurt you, don't hold a grudge." ”

Xue Zhen pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he was slandering in his heart: Talent is a fart, if it weren't for the fact that I am an object, how could I have so many thoughts to maintain? I'm afraid I would have been crushed by you a long time ago. It's hard to say whether it was just a temptation, but judging from the results, he was really not injured, so he didn't refute him.

Hemod looked at Kevin again: "If you don't keep quiet, maybe you can escape, but you threw yourself into the net to save this child, bravery, honor, and also proved your chivalry, I can't kill someone like you......"

Hearing the praise of his enemies, Kevin stood with his head held high.

Hemod changed his words: "But after all, you are my enemy's right-hand man, and I can't let the tiger go back to the mountain like this...... Well, I'll give you a chance, a chance for you to live, and see if you can grasp it. ”

Hemod waved his hand and beckoned Roland to step forward.

"I've been told that Kevin of Boulder Castle is young and promising, and I'm going to give you a chance to face off against my masters. If you can win, I'll let you go. ”

Kevin was a little puzzled, wondering why Hemod was so familiar with his own affairs. But at this time, there is no time to think more, there is a glimmer of life to seize, Hemod is a duke, a promise, and he will never break his word. He immediately decided: "Okay!"

After that, he stepped forward and stood opposite Roland, facing each other. He tried to make his eyes glow with ferocity, so that he could overpower the young man who was older than himself in terms of momentum.

But he didn't expect Roland to reach out to him and pat him on the shoulder.

Mature abilities have an invisible defensive circle, in which the "sense" is always open, they will not let the opponent easily cut into their own defensive circle, and they are also very sensitive to the opponent's behavior that wants to cut into this defensive circle.

Kevin's defensive circle was one meter, which was a safe distance that he subconsciously agreed with, and he would be cautious of anyone who wanted to enter this safe distance, but at this time, Roland reached out to him, and he did not instinctively fight back or avoid it. Roland's actions didn't give him any sense of aggression, and he was clearly an excellent affinity-type ability.

Kevin was stunned, and the fierce momentum he had worked so hard to create collapsed.

Roland patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, young man." ”

The affinity-type telepathic ability was activated in an instant, and the holy light flashed, stopping the bleeding from his wound.

Kevin didn't expect the other party to be so kind to treat him, and at the same time, he was shocked by the ease with which Roland used this healing ability, and couldn't help but admire: "I have heard the name of 'milk ride' for a long time, but when I see it today, it really lives up to its reputation." ”

Roland's face darkened: "Don't call me this nickname!"

Roland's nickname may have been given by people who were jealous of his looks, vulgar and unaesthetically devoid of which Roland has always been ashamed of. Today, it was even more displeasing to him to say it from the mouth of the enemy.

He turned over and got on his horse: "Come on, let's decide the winner with the special jost competition!"