The leader of the horse thieves was a bearded man in his thirties, with a foot-long scar on his face, thick eyebrows as if they had exploded, round eyes, and a machete in his hand, like King Kong.

However, he didn't seem to expect that it would be a group of shamans and wizards who appeared here, and it was a little strange for a while, all the horse thieves stood up one after another, although surprised, but none of them showed much respect or bowed down.

The shaman black witch said to Fang Ling, "You just stay here and don't move. ”

Fang Ling deliberately showed a bit of timidity, nodded honestly, and the shaman black witch smiled disdainfully and jumped off the horse.

The other four shamans also jumped down and followed the third uncle towards the ruins.

The bearded man walked to the edge of the ruins with a black face, and shouted, "Great witches, this is our resting place, if you want to find a place to go somewhere else!"

There was no expression on the shaman's face, and his voice seemed to be as empty as a gust of wind: "You robbed a village in the Maba Valley last night?"

There was a commotion among the horse thieves, and the bearded man did not deny it, and laughed wildly: "It was Lao Tzu who led someone to rob it, what's the matter, when will Da Wu take care of such idle things?"

A bald man next to him sneered: "Calling a big witch is to give you face, do you think you can scare us with your pretending to be ghosts?"

The shaman black witch was not angry, but said lightly: "I have only come here for one purpose, that is, I want one thing in your goods, as long as you hand it over to us, we can pretend not to see you." ”

The bearded man said with a cold face: "To tell you the truth, these goods are all exchanged for our lives, not to mention taking the same, even if it is half the same, it is impossible!"

The shaman black witch smiled, and without any warning, suddenly his body disappeared out of thin air!

The eyes of the crowd widened as if they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, and then they suddenly noticed that the shaman and the black witch had actually appeared in front of the bearded man.

He was more than thirty feet away from the beard just now, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of him, like a ghost.

Fang Ling squinted his eyes, his expression was calm, although he was so far away, but the two people seemed to be in front of him, of course the shaman black witch did not disappear out of thin air, but the speed was too fast.

The horse thieves suddenly shuddered in their hearts, and the bearded man was taken aback, feeling the killing intent of the other party, and slashed at him with a roar.

However, the shaman was so fast that he came behind him in one turn, reached out and pressed it on his back, and then heard a "bang", and a large fist-sized hole pierced through his chest, and flesh flew all over the horse thieves in front of him.

Palm Thunder!

Fang Ling's brows couldn't help sinking, this guy was so ruthless, and at the same time, he also knew that Huo Junyuan was right, what the shaman wizard cultivated was definitely a small divine masterpiece, and only by cultivating martial arts that contained some cultivation methods could he achieve the ability to use skills across levels.

Because this shaman black witch cultivator has just entered the Qi Melting Realm at most, but he can skillfully use the palm thunder, which shows that he has started cultivating as early as the peak of the Rigid Force Realm.