The knight was put in his armor and couldn't find his head out. He was held in his chest plate. He looked at it and thought he had no head.

The pastor was tall, but his steps were very small. Lin Shuo felt that this might be the character of this person and was not ostentatious.

And this knight also took very little steps, and Lin Shuo could see that this was purely a relationship of size.

He is thin and has short legs. He can't stand the weight of this armor. He walks very hard, one foot deep and the other is shallow.

He staggered to Lin Shuo and others, but couldn't stop the brakes. He fell to eat shit and couldn't get up for a long time.

The priest Ponways, who was still beside him, stepped forward and lifted it up with one hand, and even picked it up with an armored person.

After the knight stood firm, he seemed very excited. He swung his right hand violently to the left side of his breastplate, and then a rooster voice came out of his breastplate in a muffled voice: "Tang Kede, the eighth-level knight of the Tianzheng Sect, has seen His Majesty the Pope!"

After saying this, the man stood there without saying a word.

With his breastplate in front of his eyes, he could not see anyone behind Helen.

Helen shook her head with disgust, reached out to knock on the knight's breastplate, and then said, "Behind me are Mr. Lin Shuo, the leader of the hunting gate, and Principal Miao Chengyun Miao of the hunting gate."

"Oh!" Tang Kede woke up from his dream and quickly greeted Lin Shuo and Miao Chengyun.

In fact, whether it was Pang Weiser or Tang Kede, he spoke Italian when he was greeting. Lin Shuo could not understand it, so he could only smile and nod.

But at this moment, he really couldn't stop this head.

The leader of the Hunter's general's divine thoughts revealed that the priest Pang Weiser was extremely strong in his qi and blood, and he was obviously a master of cultivation. At the same time, the divine thought barrier was almost gone.

The knight Tang Kede was like a little chicken, and his strength was probably not as strong as that of the eight-year-old Lin Jixian. His divine thought barrier was very thick. He was a master of refining gods.

This is the opposite.

Lin Shuo asked in Chinese: "Helen, are these two strongest masters under your command?"

"Yes." Helen nodded, "A eighth-level priest and an eighth-level knight are the highest cultivation level besides me."

"Did they figure out who are the knights and the priests?" Lin Shuo asked.

"Brother, don't ask this question." Helen shook her head bitterly, "By Mr. Tang, this question has been bothering our sect for seven years, and she can't understand it."
Chapter completed!