"Wait a minute. Qi Lang finally regained his composure, and at the same time, his right hand had already left the hilt of the sword, "We try to avoid a head-on confrontation with them. Corporal Dong Hong, you and Joanna stay here to clean up as quickly as possible, if necessary, Mr. Sang on his back will be evacuated from the West Gate, and the three of us will deal with those little ghosts. ”

"Why?" Joanna and Dong Hong expressed their dissatisfaction in unison, no doubt that they both wanted to participate in the ghost fight.

"This is an order!" Qi Lang commanded in an unquestioning tone, and with a turn he walked out of the room with Gulf.

Under the big willow tree opposite the door, Ou Wu leaned there nonchalantly with the wide heavy sword in his arms, and squinted his eyes at the ghostly gray-clothed men at the eastern intersection.

As Mr. Sang said, those people were all wearing a gray hooded cloak, which looked somewhat similar to the Saint Sect disciples that Qi Lang had met in Longju Ridge, but there was no green flame embroidered on the chest, and the whole cloak was covered with metal dots one after another, and at the same time, when they walked, they would also make a slight metal collision sound.

If nothing else, the cloak must have been a disguised piece of armor, and the people in it must have been some samurai, and the reason why they were so disguised was only to preserve the good reputation of this peaceful and great age—the war was far away, and the samurai certainly had no need to keep it, for in this ideal country there was never a need for such a band of thugs to pick up clubs fiercely against their own countrymen.

Seeing Qi Lang and Gulf walking out, Ou Wu stretched his waist and walked over slowly, and at the same time he had not forgotten to continue to play his role, but due to the limitations of his acting skills, he really couldn't show the servant's respectful attitude when he bowed to Gulf.

"There are thirty-seven people in total, and they are all rubbish with little strength. "They just pretended to be fine, and circled in front of me, as if they were trying to test us. ”

"Very well, my servant. Gulf agreed loudly, waved his hand haughtily at Owu, and showed his full rich merchant style, and then lowered his voice and said, "Don't try to fool me. Have you grown strong again, can you feel their combat power level?"

Owu grinned, "I don't have that ability, but I fulfilled their wish and let them find out what I am." I accidentally broke it, so they withdrew, and it had been more than ten minutes, and two of them hadn't come out of the hut, and I guess they needed to change a pair of trousers. Ten Syrs, bet that there are no mid-level warriors or above among them, do you dare?"

"Deal!" Gulf snapped his fingers without hesitation, and his greedy eyes immediately turned to Qi Lang. Gulf knew very well that Qi Lang was only slightly inferior to Jira in terms of perception, and with such a close distance at the moment, he only needed half a minute or so to give those people's strength clearly.

But the yellow-skinned servant was wandering, and he was completely attracted to Ou's masterpiece. What he broke was a thin, brittle stone slab, a stone tablet nearly 20 centimeters thick! Judging from the words carved on it, it should be a cultural relic here, called the Xiama Tablet or something. Dongyang City, as the capital of the Zonghao Kingdom, has a history of thousands of years, due to the baptism of war in that year, it is rare to find such a complete antiquity, and it is estimated that it should be a thing with considerable archaeological value. But it was ruined, just out of the need to expose the details, and it was destroyed by that rude guy.

However, Ou Wu's energy is really not small, and it seems that he is likely to meet the promotion criteria again. Low-level martial artists?Maybe you're about to get close to a middle-level martial artist, if this trip goes well, you should ask Jira to identify him, and you should prepare more intermediate spirit stones.

But now at this juncture, those are inconsequential trivial matters, and what Qi Lang should pay more attention to is the thirty-seven little ghosts.

Although the so-called hood team is not very strong, they have at least appeared here, regardless of whether they peed their pants because of Owu's brute force, but they did not retreat, and still clearly guarded the intersection on both sides. Judging from their dynamics, it seems that they are waiting for reinforcements, and before they arrive, they probably intend to have a good talk with this group of uninvited guests in a peaceful way-as now, after a few people have exchanged words, a representative is sent over, pulls the hood of his head back, reveals a slick face with a sharp beak, and greets Gulf with a smile on his face: "Hello, sir, can you speak Middle-earth?"

"A little. Gulf deliberately made a strange tone, and at the same time appeared more arrogant in his attitude and expression, "I have to warn you, you disturbed me. I don't like you oriental monkeys when I'm at leisure, you know?"

The facial muscles of the man on the other side spasmed, more similar to the oriental monkey in Gulf's mouth: "I'm really sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you, it's just our duty, sorry, sorry." ”

"Okay. Gulf shrugged generously, "Tell me what your duties are, who is your steward, or Captain Stuart, and how is he doing now?"

He deliberately put the questions one after the other, as if his identity was a big man in a private interview with Weifu, and he had long known the situation here. But Owu couldn't hold back, especially when he heard the name Captain Stuart, because the so-called Captain Stuart was the nickname that the soldiers had secretly called for the little stammer.

The oriental monkey was sweating vigorously: "Uh...... This one...... I'm sorry, I'm new here, I haven't heard of Captain Stuart, our ...... now" He was so nervous that he almost confided the truth, but at this moment, one of his companions coughed from a distance, and he reacted in time.

"This may seem offensive, sir, but can we know who you are?" he asked with trepidation.

"What?!" Gulf glared, his voice so loud that it startled him, "My identity? God, this man actually asked me for my identity, this is really ridiculous, my identity?" he said as he turned his body to Qi Lang and Ou Wu angrily, and with a strong wink, he motioned for the two brothers to come out as soon as possible to relieve the siege, this identity he was not prepared for.

"Have you heard of the private delegation?" Qi Lang hurriedly walked out, "It's the high-level secret organization of the Otto Empire, we can't reveal much to you, you just need to know one thing, we are here to investigate the people's situation in each occupying country." ”

"That's right...... That doesn't bother anymore. The monkey was almost frightened and fled, but at that moment his companion in the distance had a cough again, so he stood up again and bowed to Gulf, "I'm sorry, but I still have to know your name and rank, or I won't be able to go back." ”

"What?!my name?oh my God, this man actually asked my name, is there any way you can accept that?" Gulf repeated the same scene, and it was obvious that he still needed the prompting of two of his attendants.

Qi Lang was rapidly searching for the names of the relevant people in his mind. If you want to be realistic, this person should have a certain reputation but not everyone is well-known, and in his opinion, the villain of Zulu Town, Tom Orlando, should be ideal, but time has passed so long that the name has not come to mind in time.

And at this moment, Ouna Elm's head was enlightened, and he simply developed the bluffing drama further. "Guy Gervin Billy, have you heard of it?" he said the name as if he was gritting his back molars, which sounded like a threatening tone towards the monkey, but the true meaning Qi Lang could hear it, it was the hatred in Oo's heart that had not been eliminated - after all, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Otto Empire had made him suffer a lot in the first place, and that was the main reason why the stupid bear had always remembered the name.

The monkey's face immediately changed. He stood there hesitating, bowed, didn't even say a word, and just slowly retreated.

"What kind of attitude is this?" Gurff scratched his head in some confusion and turned back to the two servants and whispered, "Are they planning to admit defeat and retreat?"

"It doesn't seem to be. Qi Lang concentrated on perceiving the surrounding situation, and after gathering for a moment, the thirty-seven members of the hooded team scattered and retreated, still holding on to all corners, and several of the stronger ones had even taken out their own weapons.

"We seem to be exposed. Qi Lang lowered his voice and said, "It is estimated that they are waiting for reinforcements, or they will be sent soon." ”

"Fuck!" Gulf scolded, "I can't help but ask, what's wrong, I think we're doing pretty well." ”

"I beg you to stop 'asking,' I can't stand it. As he spoke, Qi Lang raised his head and observed the situation around him, and designed an evacuation route in less than ten seconds, "There are twelve people in ambush on the west side, and the strength over there is the strongest, with a total of three high-level swordsmen - which is equivalent to our high-level warriors, two middle-level swordsmen, and the rest are not worth mentioning." We're breaking through from there, because there's a good chance that the team will come from other directions. ”

"Great arrangement. Gulf laughed.