These teenagers can see through all of their attacks in the fastest time, and after a few breaths, they can reproduce a set of methods to restrain them.
The savvy and potential are simply staggering.
Immediately, a rock person decided to evacuate: "Retreat!"
Unexpectedly, just as he uttered the word, a gust of cold wind hit his face.
The Yanbi man hadn't come back to his senses yet, the tight, cold touch was clinging to his neck.
Beside the ears, there is the girl's enchanting and charming laughter: "Who are you from?"
The principle of capturing the thief before capturing the king has not changed since ancient times.
These people don't care about the life and death of their companions at all, so the only way is to find out the leader among them!
Sure enough, the dozen or so Yanbi people who were still alive all stopped their attacks, gathered together, and stared vigilantly at Ye Qingluo's direction.
The Yanbi man didn't seem to have thought that he would be easily restrained.
The red feather fan on the neck seemed harmless, but the person above specially instructed to be careful of the red feather fan in Ye Qingluo's hand.
The rock wall people dare not move.
He was silent, and Ye Qingluo was neither impatient nor impatient.
Calmly and indifferently flicking his fingers, the red feather fan cut through the rock wall of the rock man's camouflage, clinging to his skin, leaving a shallow mark.
Blood oozes out.
"Is there anyone else in the tomb?"
"Who actually entered the mausoleum's tomb before us?"
"Damn it, thinking of the tomb of King Mausoleum and its dangers, no one dared to explore it, and no one was sent to guard it last night! I didn't expect..."
"Forget it, let's go and have a look!"
The voices of several people speaking came from the direction of the entrance of the tomb.
The voice is not small, and it sounds very empty and ethereal.
Ye Qingluo was startled for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The people from the Killing God Mercenary Group have arrived!
When Ye Qingluo was looking at the entrance of the tomb, the rock man in his wrist, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, slashed towards Ye Qingluo's chest with his backhand.
Immediately, the whole body squatted down.
Ye Qingluo was keenly aware of the danger and quickly avoided it, giving the Yanbi people a chance to escape.
But in the blink of an eye, the group of rock-wall people went towards the entrance of the tomb and disappeared without a trace.
"Want to run?!"
Qiao Jin's face changed drastically, and he was about to catch up.
But at the corner of the tomb, a group of people came out and stopped them.
A team of people came over, about thirty people.
Dressed in blue mercenary costumes.
On the front and back of the costume, the Chinese character "kill" is embroidered with gold thread.
Standing in the front were two handsome teenagers holding a night pearl.
Then, there were three people with extraordinary bearing.
Two men and one woman, with an almost grim expression on their faces.
The most noticeable thing is that woman, she is so glamorous that she is completely different from ordinary people, and people will be overwhelmed by it just by taking a look at it.
After seeing the appearance of this woman, Ye Qingqian, the number one beauty in Sanquan City, and Lan Lingnuo, the beauty from Nanlan Continent, were completely turned into scum in seconds.
And the two men beside him, one is cold and the other is hot, like the patron saint of women.
"Who are you? Do you know where this place is? Who allowed you to come in?" A sharp and arrogant voice came from behind the three people.
It was only then that Ye Qingluo and the others realized that behind the two men was a pretty girl about fourteen or fifteen years old.
Yan Xiaoyi, who was not in a good mood at the moment, frowned as she was bombarded with a series of questions.
"We haven't asked who you are? Do you know where this is? This is a tomb! Could it be your home? We are not allowed to enter?"
"Puchi..."
The teenagers couldn't help laughing.
These words are too detrimental.
The tomb is her home, isn't that a clear curse for her to die