The amplitude of the constant trembling up and down was not small, and Art could clearly estimate the speed at which this professional was carrying him forward at the moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This speed is not slow, of course, it is also for ninth-order professionals, and for mid-stage saint-level professionals who are carrying Yat on their backs, it is just a slow and leisurely journey.

However, it didn't take long for Art to suddenly feel that the speed outside had accelerated, and the speed had increased so sharply that it had reached the fastest speed that a mid-stage saint rank professional could achieve, and it was basically close to running.

Art showed a look of understanding on his face, so it seems that he should be about to reach his destination, in order to prevent being seen by other professionals, he naturally has to use all his speed and rush into the target in an instant, so as not to be noticed by other professionals.

As Arter expected, soon Arte felt the tremor stop, and Arte immediately closed his eyes tightly and continued to pretend to be unconscious, and then the bag mouth was opened tightly, and a ray of sunlight shone on his face.

Yate's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, pretending to have just woken up from a coma, revealing a blank face that did not understand the situation at all.

At this time, more than a dozen professionals appeared in Yate's eyes, and these more than ten professionals can be regarded as masters, in addition to one Saint-rank intermediate professional, there are actually four ninth-order professionals, even if they are others, they are all eighth-order professionals.

"Boy, you're waking up pretty quickly. The mid-stage Saint Rank professional at the head let out a sneer, looking at Yate in front of him, where almost all of his body was in a bag.

Art frowned violently, he had seen one of the five ancestors of the thief door, that is, when he was in Tianyue Academy, he had a duel with one, and now the one in front of him was obviously not one of the five ancestors of the thief.

"Who are you, what are you looking for me for?" Art didn't look very good, looking at these professionals in front of him with a questioning expression, and at the same time secretly raised his spirit in Art 's heart.

To tell the truth, although the popularity of the sect of thieves is high, and the people inside are more rampant, but the public posting of seals still happens very, very rarely, the main feature, I am very curious about what his subordinates have done, and they can make the thieves so blatantly affixed with seals.

"You should know what we are looking for you, let's say, what is your relationship with that family, why did you appear at the door of that family, why did you want to go in, and where did the two Saint-level professionals in that family go?"

The mid-stage professional of the Holy Rank, one of the Five Ancestors of the Thief Sect, had a cold glint in his eyes, and his eyes looked coldly at Yate in front of him, as if he wanted to eat Yate.

"What kind of Saint-Rank Professional?Which family?What the hell are you talking about?" Art rolled his eyes and decisively pretended to be stupid, this Saint-Rank Intermediate Profession wanted him to say it without even revealing the slightest bit of news, isn't it funny?

In fact, Art is also playful now, and the person in front of him is actually stationed at the door of his family, so it means that the two Saint-level professionals and the purple-robed person are still safe now, so Art is not in a hurry to ask for something.

Otherwise, Art would have directly subdued all these professionals, and then swept away the news he needed.

"Are you pretending to be stupid with me?" Seeing Yate's expression, this mid-stage Saint Rank professional, one of the Five Ancestors of the Thief Sect, immediately turned a heavy face, and slapped it directly into Art's face.

Art didn't make the slightest movement, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, revealing a trace of coldness, and the mood that originally wanted to play again was immediately dissipated, and at the moment when the slap was about to fall on Art's face, the majestic spiritual power immediately condensed along Art's face, and almost at the moment of a thought, thousands of spiritual filaments shot out from the pores of the cliff head's face.

Although these spiritual threads can still be broken for professionals of the same level, but for mid-level professionals, it can be said that they are extremely tenacious, and countless spiritual threads are gathered in an instant and turned into layers of silk threads, weaving and intersecting with each other.

This is not over, in the blink of an eye, this spiritual silk was actually woven into the size of a real person's palm, and slapped it fiercely on the hand stretched out by this mid-level professional.

The chain of mid-stage professionals of the Holy Rank suddenly became shocked, shocked, but helpless, this palm has been waved, it is impossible to withdraw, and the current situation can only be hard-hit.

In his heart, there is still a faint hint of luck, that is, the combat power of this palm that suddenly appeared is not too high, and there is no way to compete with his palm.

At the thought of this, his eyes lit up suddenly, because with Arte's young face, this matter was really very likely.

But how could things be as he expected? The moment his palm touched the palm that Art had condensed, all the illusions were shattered, and the terrifying force was immediately transmitted to his palm, making his face distort in an instant.

"Click, click, click......" The hand bones began to twist strangely with a tooth-aching cracking sound, and the huge force penetrated into the whole body of this mid-level professional, and in the next second, his feet could no longer bear the huge force, and the entire figure flew out violently under the palm of Art.

There was a sneer on Art's face, Is it a mid-stage professional of the Holy Order? Maybe he had to be scrupulous a few months ago, but now he can just raise his hand and shoot to death.

Although the hand condensed with spirit silk does not have bones, so the strength exerted is not much, but Art's own strength is so strong that it explodes, even if it can only exert 1/10 of his strength, it can easily crush a professional at the peak of the Holy Order, not to mention that the professional in front of him is just a mid-stage professional of the Holy Order.

If it weren't for the fact that Art's subordinates had mercilessly suppressed the strength of his subordinates, and withdrew a lot of strength at the moment of fighting, it is estimated that this palm would be enough to circumvent the life of this mid-level professional.

But even so, this mid-level professional was still not happy, and he flew out more than ten meters away, the skin on his whole body was already cracked, and the whole person looked embarrassed, struggling on the ground, trying to stand up, but he struggled twice, and then collapsed on the ground, almost at the point of being unable to move. (To be continued.) )