Because of the entry of a large number of adventurers, the shrubs and plants in the dense forest have simply suffered a catastrophe, especially at the junction when they have just entered the dense forest from the flat land, and they can only see many lonely towering trees standing there, and their exposed roots have already been stirred up in a mess, and several passages leading to the depths of the dense forest have been cut in different directions by everyone.

And Jean and his group of eight were standing side by side in front of these roads at this time, quietly watching everything in front of them, and no one dared to say anything.

The white-faced bearded man was a little impatient, and he had already secretly looked at the obscene 'rat' standing beside him, and seeing that he didn't have any intention of speaking, he asked in a low voice, "Lord Benson, which one should we choose?"

The attitude is sincere, and he seems to be extremely cautious, for fear of making Benson unhappy.

"Let's go another way!" this Benson replied very quickly, and the white-faced bearded man's voice had not completely fallen before he had already heard Bensen's answer.

This answer was indeed a bit violent, which made the white-faced bearded person and others stunned for a while before they came to their senses. How could this guy's way of thinking in front of him be completely different from ordinary people? When the white-faced and beardless man heard Bensen's answer, his face was already pale, and he cursed in his heart.

"What? have an opinion on my statement?" Benson glanced at the crowd present, but instead put on an unreasonable appearance, not thinking that his request was simply difficult for a strong man.

You must know that the several passages that have been opened up have been opened up by thousands of people, which first of all requires a lot of manpower, which is what Jean's group of eight people lacked in the first place. In addition, the passage opened by the first person to enter the dense forest must have been carefully selected, if not to avoid some common danger zones, so that it is easy for people to walk.

But Benson is good, opening his mouth is to directly abolish the several passages opened by his predecessors, and want to open a new road by himself, which is so easy.

However, when Benson asked this, they immediately shook their heads and waved their hands like mice caught by a cat, and echoed, "No! No! Where did you get the opinion, I think it's very good!", and the white-faced bearded man at the head had to squeeze out a smile to show his loyalty.

"My lord, since we are going to open the way by ourselves, do you think we should choose that path" Everyone hurriedly changed their words and asked about the next matter, wanting to divert Bensen's attention to another matter, and Benson was also a little triumphant by the praise of these honorific words.

"Wait a minute! you all stay away from me!" Benson waved his hand for Jean and the others to take a few steps back, and he himself took the opportunity to crawl out of the giant iron armor.

"You, back a little further," Benson shouted with a frown, gesturing at Jean, who was still a little too close to him, "just stand in a row with them!

"No, no!" everyone hurriedly waved their hands in denial.

Benson landed in front of the giant iron armor, I don't know if it was intentional, Jean who wanted to see what Benson was doing, now he couldn't see any figure of Benson at all, his whole person had been blocked by the giant iron armor, I don't know what he was doing.

Jean wanted to lean forward to see what this Benson was doing, but he was helpless to be stared at by the white-faced bearded man, and he had just stopped not far behind Jean, which had completely attracted everyone's attention, and in order to ensure that he could enter this dense forest smoothly, Jean could only give up and dispel this idea.

What was Benson doing at this time? I saw him squatting on the ground, sorting out a piece of clean and flat ground in front of him, and then took out a bamboo chopstick-like short stick from his pocket, put it in his hand and rubbed it, the short stick had a smooth appearance, it seemed that it had been played with by Benson for a long time, and the outside was wrapped in a layer of sweat, and after a long time, it became such a smooth thing on the outside.

The short stick was still rubbing back and forth in Benson's hand, and he saw that he closed his eyes, and while rubbing it, he silently said something in his mouth with great reverence, but the sound was very small, even the rustle of the leaves caused by a breeze was far louder than this, and I don't know if Benson could hear the voice that came out of his mouth.

It didn't take long to close his eyes and meditate silently, but he paused abruptly at a certain point in time, then opened his eyes and shouted "come", and immediately threw the short stick in his hand on the ground.

There were two crisp sounds, and the short stick landed on the ground and landed safely on a small piece of open space that had just been sorted out in front of him. The babe was lying flat on the ground, one pointing in a certain direction in the forest, and the other pointing to where Benson was. And on the short stick pointing in the direction of Mik, some small dents can be faintly seen on it.

Benson looked in the direction of the dense forest pointed by the short stick, and saw that Ren Ran was barren, and had not yet opened any passage, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Identifying the direction, and then there was a moment of silence, and then he took back the short stick that had fallen to the ground, and put it back in his place very respectfully.

Since Benson was already familiar with this set, all of this happened very quickly, and before Jean could recognize the species of plants around him, he saw that Benson climbed back on top of his giant iron armor, and hurriedly shouted to Jean and the others, "Come here!"

The white-faced bearded man was the first to run when he heard the noise, and by the time Jean came to his senses, the guy had already run to Benson's side, and Jean felt that this guy really looked like some kind of animal.

"This!" Jean looked in the direction Benson pointed, and suddenly felt a pain in his flesh, what the hell did this guy choose, and there were only thorns except for thorns, and this thorn did not know how many years it had grown, extremely lush, large and small, densely distributed from the roots to the trunk.

Jean moved closer to where the thorn was, and it hurt even more when he looked closer. Looking at everyone's 'expectant' eyes, Jean waved directly towards the thorn with the long sleeve on his body, only to see that the long sleeve was directly hooked by the thorn as soon as he began to swing, Jean tried to pull out the sleeve with brute force, but he saw that the sleeve was tightened on the arm, but he didn't see any movement in the hooked sleeve.

With a 'click', the sleeve of Jean's shirt suddenly cracked, and half a rag hung on the thorn barb, as if to show off his majesty, and the onlookers such as the white-faced bearded man took a sharp breath of cold air, because Jean's clothes were extremely popular on the flat ground, specially made, specially for adventurers in the depths of the jungle, and most of them wore such clothes.

If Jean and the others were to carve out a passage in the direction Benson had chosen, the thorns in front of them would be an insurmountable hurdle, and they would have to be dealt with no matter what method they had.