Although most of his face was covered by the hood of his cloak, it could still be seen that this man in an exotic suit was very young. The small ebony cane in his hand was no more than two feet long, and the head of the cane was inlaid with a gemstone the size of a peach pit, the color of which was blue and translucent, and shimmered slightly with a strange luster.

The half-unfolded scroll in his hand failed to activate in time, thanks to the young man behind him who was clasping his hand full of ice needles.

There are so many schools of spellcasters that it is difficult for even a brick like Wei Ye, who specializes in religion and occultism, to figure out the caster systems in the multiverse. However, the most famous escape magic teleportation technique under the wizard system, like the various escape methods under the fairy warlock system, is the last resort for spellcasters to save their lives.

The application of this kind of technology, in addition to those characters who can see space without distance by their own means, the general caster relies on traditional fixed portals, magical ritual teleportation circles, and portable disposable teleportation scrolls.

Portals and teleportation circles require spells and special methods to activate, even portable teleportation scrolls, which require the wielder to cast spells.

After all, this thing is just a scroll, not a magic weapon that communicates with the owner's mind.

So when the man wrapped in the cloak only shook off half of the scroll, he had to stop because of the hard and cold thing behind his back.

The two men were so close that the hooded cloak quickly understood his situation—the cold steel needle against his back would shoot into his spine before he activated the scroll and fled.

He tried to maintain his demeanor, his eyes were level with the front, not letting his body tremble, and said in a voice that was steady enough not to provoke the assassin behind him, "Friend, now I am willing to be your captive, I only hope you can-"

The little mute looked at the guy in front of him who had reached such a point and had to put on some inconsequential bearing, and did not answer. He just flipped his middle finger lightly, and another ice needle popped out, with a pale yellow color on it, as if it had been mixed with some medicinal powder.

The fed ice needle pierced through the cloak of the hooded cloak, so that he didn't even have time to say the rest of the words, so he doubled his eyes and flipped over.

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With a sword finger to break the sudden spell, Wei Ye shoved the wine lord in his hand towards Sima Ling's hand, and then walked out of the main hall and walked towards the gate of General Fubo's temple.

Although at this time, the parishioners and the Tie Master and his party had already fought in one place, but those parishioners were overwhelming after all, and they were all used to fighting in groups, unlike ordinary citizens who went to the good times and slipped away when they saw difficulties. Among them, Ma Wanfu was seen as the backbone of the people in front of the sect, and this gangster had a grim look on his face, and he stood in the crowd and shouted: "Fight, you Han dogs still dare to fight! When the soldiers who patrol the city arrive, first take down all of you as thieves and ask for guilt!"

Wei Ye listened to this gangster's shouting, only put his usual mocking face up, raised his left arm slightly, and then pulled the sword trick forward with his right hand, and the Liujia arrow came out in response, making a sharp sound of breaking the air, and came towards Ma Wanfu's throat!

Although Wei Ye urged the Liujia arrow quickly, Ma Wanfu's arrogant appearance of showing off his martial arts annoyed Wang Chao first. The toad monk screamed, pushed his palms forward, and suddenly shook the two men in front of him. But he shortened his body, made a toad flirt with his feet, and kicked Ma Wanfu's lower abdomen.

Although this kick was still more than an inch away from Ma Wanfu's descendants, it kicked Ma Wanfu with a dull pain, and he couldn't help but bow his body.

also lost this bow, but the Liujia arrow that Wei Ye sacrificed was off by a few points. I saw a flash of firelight, and the wrapping cloth on Ma Wanfu's head was suddenly cut an inch shorter, not to mention that this whole piece of white cloth could not be saved, even the hair was shaved clean, and the scalp was still there, but it was burned by the high temperature and all the white skin was burned.

Ma Wanfu didn't know that he had good luck today, and he actually escaped a murderous disaster. He just fell to the ground, rolling and screaming, and he didn't know which side to look at, just screaming.

He, the leader of the parishioners, fell, and the rest of the parishioners couldn't help but feel bold, and they heard someone shouting in front of the temple of General Fubo: "Put down your weapons, hold your heads in your hands, and squat down!"

There seemed to be something unusual in this shout, and the parishioners did not know why, but their hearts were suddenly shaken, and some of the less courageous ones threw away their belongings, but they did not fall down.

They don't lie down, and some people are naturally willing to teach them to lie down. Toad Wang Chao saw that his toad was flirting with his feet, but it was a good thing for his father-in-law, and he turned a person who should have been killed on the spot into a torture, and he felt worried in his heart. Listening to Wei Ye's loud shout, there was still a bit of mana change in it, and he immediately understood.

Taking advantage of the stunned eyes of the surrounding cultists, he was a toad overlord's elbow again, and a toad sweeping the hall's legs, and he had already put down several parishioners with his hands and feet.

Wei Ye didn't have the heart to pay attention to such a trivial matter at this moment, but Sima Ling next to him added: "Uncle Toad, don't you tie up all these thieves, are you waiting for them to run?"

Listening to Sima Ling, who is also half of the master of the back house, the toad monk moved more urgently, and hurriedly wanted to find some ropes in the temple of General Fubo. Wei Ye waved his hand and stopped him: "How can there be so many ropes here that are easy to use, you tear off the trouser belts of this gang of thieves, and tie them all into the four hooves of the pig killing, it's not much more convenient?"

The intention of the master and servant was so ill that many parishioners were frightened and embarrassed when they heard the dispatch. Especially those who are from the streets, the brothers on the road pay the most attention to face. If this bearded man had fallen like this, and everyone had been stripped of their pants and tied up to four hooves, and carried around the street, they would really have no face to mingle on the road again.

The immortal warlock's intention was very bad, but the toad monk he listened to didn't think so much, and only gave a thumbs up and shouted: "My lord!" and happily went to pick up the trouser belts of these sectarians one by one. He is a stone toad, and his strength is already great, and he will not be gentle to this group of parishioners who have been knocked over, only to hear the sound of cracking, and the wailing and begging for mercy of the parishioners.

Wei Ye didn't bother to see Wang Chao tearing the trouser belts of the sect people there, so he quickly covered Sima Ling's eyes with one hand, and said to Master Tie, who was already standing in front of him as a guard: "There must be a situation in this matter, Brother Tie might as well find some people in the village, and carry this group of people and this official to the county court to ask about the crime?"