1137: C1137 Chinese Warlock

C1137 Chinese Warlock

"Yo, he's here."

Lin Fann, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard, smiled, "Don't think that you can't be seen just because you're wearing black. Come out."

Black-Robed Man, who was just about to sneak in, walked out from the dark.

Ye Zichen looked at each other, then leaped towards Lin Fann without saying anything.

Feeling the sharp killing intent, Lin Fann bent his body.

With an inconceivable figure, he dodged the two's pincer attack.

A whistling sound was heard as the sharp blade pierced through the air.

"Intermediate stage Bright Strength, just like that?"

Lin Fann immediately noticed the two of them were in the same realm, so he held onto the ground with one hand and threw a roundhouse kick.

Dong dong.

Sounds of collision rang out as the two of them were struck.

Clutching their ankles in pain, they retreated, their eyes filled with shock.

Water Country Village. Such a powerful martial artist?

No, there shouldn't be any warriors in the poor villages.

"Speak, what is your purpose for coming to the village?"

Looking at the tattoos on their faces, Lin Fann frowned: "You are from Nan Yang right?"

"Kid, who are you?"

Having his origins seen through by Lin Fann, Black-Robed Man shouted, "You actually know our identities. Today, you will not be able to escape from death."

"Yo, you speak quite fluently."

Taking two steps back, Lin Fann joked, "Two months ago, I killed a witch, and she's on your side."

"Blindly lie with your eyes open."

Another person, Black-Robed Man, crossed his arms and looked at Lin Fann mockingly: "You can see our strength, it is indeed out of our expectations, but that is all."

"You, you just poisoned it?"

Clutching his chest, Lin Fann opened his eyes wide, "If you tell me your purpose for coming here, I can consider letting you go."

"What did you say?"

Looking at Lin Fann in disbelief, Black-Robed Man cried out, "You're already at the end of your life and you still want to show off?"

"Cut the crap. Quickly finish up here and go back to find mister."

The other one, Black-Robed Man, held his knife tightly and stabbed at Lin Fann's neck.

After being poisoned by their poison, the only thing Lin Fann could do was to wait for death.

Right, all I can do is watch myself get killed.

"Since you don't want to talk, then there's nothing we can do."1

Lin Fann snapped his fingers and lit up a cigarette.

He leisurely walked and looked at Black-Robed Man who pounced over: "Enjoy it, the power of our Chinese Spell Formation."

Just as the knife was about to cut Lin Fann's neck, the ground suddenly became uneven.

He staggered and fell to the side. Then, a piece of wood crashed into him.

He had no time to dodge at all. He was hit squarely in the face.

A loud explosion rang out as he was sent flying.

At the same time that his blood was spurting out, he could not figure out what was going on.

How could the ground be uneven?

Where did this piece of wood come from?

"Tsk tsk, one died. What a pity."

Looking at Black-Robed Man who had died, Lin Fann looked at Black-Robed Man who was left: "It's your turn next?"

"You … "You are a Chinese Warlock?"

Stunned by the scene in front of him, Black-Robed Man swallowed his saliva and subconsciously took two steps back.

Who could tell him why there were Warlocks here?

In the Southern Ocean Magi industry, the only thing they were afraid of was Chinese Warlocks.

The two industries were essentially the same, using skills as a combat weapon.

For some reason, the Magi of Nan Yang were just a little weaker than the Warlocks of China.

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