C95 (1/2)

Lin Musen was struck on the head by Leng Jun's energy wave, causing his eyes to go black, and his entire body to fall backwards. The green-robed big man noticed that the situation was bad, and two of them immediately rushed forward to support Lin Musen, so that he would not fall to the ground.

After supporting Lin Musen, the two of them quickly retreated, while the other black-clothed men also gathered in front of Lin Musen to protect him.

By the time Leng Jun landed on the ground, the encirclement surrounding the azure-dressed man had already disappeared, and all the azure-dressed men had already ran to the opposite side of him.

The two men who supported Lin Musen went to check on Lin Musen's injuries, only to find that he had fainted. One of them was talking about breathing, while the other was touching his pulse. After some inspection, the two determined that Lin Musen was severely injured, and had already expended a lot of energy, such that his pulse was erratic, if not for treatment, his life would be in danger. The two of them looked at each other and understood each other's intentions. They shouted at the same time, ”Retreat!” The dozen or so men in green clothes quickly ran in the direction they came from.

Leng Jun did not chase after him. Just now, he had used his spirit energy hastily, and the injuries he had suffered before were affected. Now that his blood and energy had risen, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Standing at the same place, he secretly used his spirit energy to calm his blood and vitality. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back to where Zhu Qingyun was hiding.

Leng Jun walked to the grass patch and shouted: ”Little Sister Ying'er, the thieves have left, you can come out now!”

Just as Leng Jun finished speaking, a burst of laughter came out from the bushes.

”Hahaha, well done! They've left! This credit belongs to me alone.”

When Leng Jun heard this voice, he knew something was wrong. Sure enough, the grass began to move, and then a group of people walked out from within.

The one in the lead was a big fat guy. His face was covered in oily oil and he looked so oily. On his left and right were two women. Both of them were dressed beautifully and had a pink aura around them. They did not seem to belong to a good family.

There were a total of four warriors behind the big fatty and two warriors were holding onto a lady. The lady was none other than Zhu Qingyun who was initially hiding in the grass. One of the Warriors covered Zhu Qingyun's mouth with her hands, preventing her from making any sound.

Beside the three of them was a burly man in tight clothing with a ghost blade hanging from his waist. This burly man was Bai Lang, who had also been hiding in the grass earlier.

The one who laughed was the fatty. He walked out from the bushes while laughing. He proudly said, ”Those surnamed Lin want to snatch my credit, what a wishful thinking!”

Bai Lang, who was at the side, quickly flattered, ”Who knows what's going on? However, I never would have thought that this brat truly has some skill. Even our boss isn't a match for him. ”

The fat guy snorted and said, ”What's the use of having good skills? I'm telling you, we can't fight with Martial Skill, we need to fight with our heads.” As he spoke, the fat man extended a finger and pointed at his head.