The breeze was blowing, the grass was gently swaying, and the three prison brothers and the night owl were facing each other.

If you don't speak, it's indeed a bit of a master's posture.

The third prison elder who has never spoken is actually a stammer.

"Greatly... Big brother, they live... How dare you ignore us!"

The bamboo pole man at the head scolded without looking back: "I know! And don't call me big brother, call me big brother!"

The night owl said with a smile, "If you want food, there is a lot of food here, you can take it as you like." ”

A mutant mountain ape weighs at least more than two hundred pounds, and although there are many people in the night owls, they can't carry so much food. It's better to be a favor, and in the Lost Forest, even a little energy is a deadly threat, so the night owl doesn't want to have more branches.

However, these scoundrels are like wolves of wealth, and if you hold back a little, they will think that you are afraid.

The man with the bamboo pole at the head smiled evilly: "When our brothers are asking for food, they want to send us away like this?"

Hearing this, the night owl's face instantly became gloomy, and he said in a somewhat unkind tone, "Aren't you asking for food?"

The stammering third child jumped out again, pointed at the night owl and said angrily, "I'm great... Big brother, I'm about to be promoted to the second order... Second-Order Adepts. Know... Acquaintances, hurry up and put the crystal... Hand over the crystal!"

The night owl covered his forehead and said helplessly: "The scholar came out to rob, at least he said it neatly." ”

The cold glint in the night owl's eyes suddenly skyrocketed: "And are the second-order abilities very powerful?" I see that a few of you are impatient. ”

The man with the bamboo pole suddenly jumped in his heart when he heard this.

Walking the rivers and lakes, especially those who mix with them, how can they not have eyesight.

The sudden increase in murderous aura on the night owl's body didn't look like it was frightening.

The man with the bamboo pole had already retreated, but the night owl was unwilling to talk nonsense with him.

The night owl rushed forward, and the black mist on his body suddenly burst open, covering the sky and the sun like black wings, enveloping several people.

This is the second-order power of death, this black mist can cut off all life, it can be said that the one who touches it will die!

The bamboo-pole-like man is not bad, and if he does robbery, there is no real material, it is no different from sending him to death, not to mention that the object of their robbery is still a stranger.

The man raised his foot and kicked at the corpse of the mountain ape beside him, and the giant ape, which was nearly two hundred pounds, actually flew over like a football!

The night owl pushed it out with one hand, and a wave of black gas gushed out!

The corpse of the mountain ape had just come into contact with the black mist, as if it had been dried by air, and its flesh was rapidly withering.

The bamboo pole man's pupils shrank, and he pulled the two brothers to avoid the black fog that attacked.

The night owl saw that his trick was missed, and he didn't react for a while.

Then he looked at the three people who were like a great enemy, and couldn't help but jokingly say: "It's a bit of a skill, but it's a pity that it's useless to me!"

"Second child, you go first!"

The man on the bamboo pole roared and threw the short man out with a force in his hand.

The short man didn't think about escaping alone, and when his body was still in the air, his hands quickly conjured two javelins!

With both hands in quick succession, he threw the javelin at the night owl, which was not much slower than the bullet.

Everyone only felt that two black lights flashed, and the figure of the night owl flashed twice quickly, and there were two straight black javelins at their feet.

The night owl raised his foot and hooked a javelin, and when it swirled and danced, the black spear actually flashed with electric sparks!

The man with the bamboo pole exclaimed in horror, "How is this possible! Why do you have two different abilities?"

The night owl turned his head to look at Zhou Yan in confusion and asked, "Is it rare to see two abilities?"

The Night Stalker once told them how to awaken their abilities, and they thought that there would be many people with multiple abilities like themselves.

However, Zhou Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Bai Wei and Lan Ji have tried, but they can't awaken the second ability at all. Except for the president, I don't think I've heard of anyone with multiple abilities. ”

The night owl played with the black javelin in one hand, pondered for a moment and said, "No matter, let's solve the troubles in front of me first." ”

The man with the bamboo pole secretly said in his heart that he was bad, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "We surrender!

However, the bamboo pole man's words were obviously a little late, and the javelin in the night owl's hand had already been brazenly shot.

The black javelin, with the sound of breaking wind, reflects back faster than when it came!

With a shocking bang, a violent wave of air blew everyone to the ground, mud and weeds splashed everywhere, and several looming electric eels swam away in the scorching air.

The power of the night owl's blow was not much weaker than the explosion of the powder magazine.

The man with the bamboo pole looked back in a daze, only to see the short man, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"You actually killed the second child, I fought with you!"

These prison bullies, despite their ruthless style, value friendship the most.

Although they are not related by blood, they are closer to each other than brothers. Of course, this kind of person often does not end well, which is why they will be reduced to the tragic situation of waiting for death in prison.

In fact, the night owl did not kill the short man, and when the bamboo pole man spoke, the energy pulled by his fingers changed direction slightly.

The black javelin and the short man just passed by, but even then, the short man was almost baked by the electricity.

The short man, struggling to prop himself up from the ground, shouted anxiously.

"Big brother, I'm fine!"

The man with the bamboo pole, as if he was drifting, turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and rushed towards the short man.

"Second child, you're not dead!

"Big brother, we really planted it this time. The short man knew in his heart that the night owl had just struck a blow that was clearly merciful, otherwise he would inevitably end up in pieces.

The tears of the bamboo pole man fell uncontrollably, and he hugged the short man and said: "The brothers who were born and died together at the beginning have all died in this damn forest, and if I lose the two of you again, I don't know what to do." ”

Seeing them hugging each other, the night owl cried so darkly that he immediately put away his ability and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Judging by your skills, it's not too weak, why did one of you die just one day later?"

The bamboo pole man turned around and kowtowed to the night owl, and said with a whimper: "Thank you for this brother's grace not to kill, I thank you on behalf of the second brother." ”

The night stalker waved his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, answer my question!"

The man with the bamboo pole, as if he had thought of something, showed a frightened face: "There is a monster in the forest, that monster is a human in animal skin, we just look at him one more time, and a few brothers die inexplicably!"

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