"Yes, young master, don't worry, just a monster, if you have subordinates here, he can't hurt you!"

The gray-robed monk said as he had already landed the escape light, and then his body shook, and he loyally blocked the fat man.

boom!

Then a powerful spiritual energy burst out from the gray-robed monk. The guy in front of him was actually a strong man in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

hiss……

The fat man couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in secret.

The opponent's strength far exceeded his expectations.

He never expected that the guys who covet the treasure map were so powerful.

In this case, why do they still use conspiracies instead of snatching them directly from their own hands?

The fat man's expression couldn't help but feel a little confused. Are he really concerned about the free cultivator alliance in Linhai City?

Maybe it was this reason, but when I thought about it carefully, the fat man felt that it didn't make sense at all.

I shook my head. Now is not the time to consider these things. The most urgent thing is how to pretend to be the young master named Xu Chen.

If you accidentally reveal the situation, your own fate will definitely be very miserable.

Thinking of this in my heart, the fat man's expression suddenly became a little solemn.

At the same time, I was still complaining secretly in my heart.

You know, it is not that easy to impersonate a stranger.

Although my appearance and figure are now exactly the same as the other person, it is not easy to be seen through, but can I really be perfect in this way?

wrong!

Just having the same appearance is obviously far from enough.

It can even be said that it is still too far away.

The most important thing is that I knew the young master’s name and other things except by chance.

He did not have any information related to the other party, such as the powerful subordinate in front of him, what is his name and personality, and he doesn't know anything. How do you think he should pretend to be?

Just saying one wrong sentence will arouse the other party’s suspicion. If you make more mistakes, you may face the consequences of your identity being exposed.

This is a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage. At that time, I may be doomed.

When the fat man thought of this, he felt nervous.

Then he started to complain again, as a time traveler, why did he not have a system? Otherwise, if there was a system to help, such a problem would definitely be solved.

But that's it, but even if he is so sad, he can't do anything about it.

Now, we can only take one step at a time.

Alas, I don’t know if it’s useless to pretend to be amnesia at this time?

The fat man couldn't help but think about it.

He was so sad and nervous here, but the gray-robed monk did not notice that it was inappropriate because the monster in front of him was very powerful and he had to do his best to deal with it.

Besides, he had a preconceived idea and finally found the young master. He was not full and could not help but suspect that his young master was faked by someone else?

To be honest, he didn't think in this direction at all.

The only thing I think about at this moment is how to defeat the monster in front of me.

Anyway, the young master cannot be hurt at all, otherwise, as the young master's personal guard, he will definitely be unable to take any more money after he returns.

roar!

Not far away, a roar came into my ears, and the sound was so loud that it was almost deafening. Then the monster's four hooves rushed over with force.

Before he arrived, he opened his bloody mouth and then spit out a fireball.

The temperature in the air suddenly increased a lot, which seemed very simple, but the energy contained in the flame was extraordinary.

The gray-robed monk shouted loudly, not daring to neglect, and quickly sacrificed a shield.

boom!

The fireball hits on it, and an incredible scene happened.

Although the shield barely blocked it, the surface was burned by the high temperature, and the spiritual light was dim and turned into a piece of mortal iron and fell from mid-air.

hiss……

The gray-robed monk couldn't help but gasp and destroyed one of his treasures with just one blow. The strength of this monster was much stronger than expected.

I was already full of confidence, but at this moment I felt a little confused.

He turned his head and wanted to ask the top leader of the young master to help him.

The best way now is to take the monster in front of you, while the young master seizes the opportunity and takes a sneak attack.

This can be said to be the most perfect cooperation.

After all, the young master who was hiding behind did not need to face any danger.

And to be honest, if it weren't for not daring to let the young master steal the risk, in terms of strength alone, the young master is only stronger than himself...

After all, the two of them have the same realm, but the young master is far from reaching the skills he practices or the treasures he possesses.

So when he saw that the enemy was difficult to deal with, he wanted to trouble the young master and ask him to take action.

But how could I turn my head?

But I found that the other party was not behind me at all.

The gray-robed monk couldn't help but be stunned, fearing that the young master would encounter an unexpected accident.

But the next moment I found that I was just thinking too much.

The young master did not encounter danger, but had retreated a long distance, a hundred feet away.

Seeing that he looked over, he waved to him very sunnyly and said loudly: "I'll cheer you up from behind!"

The gray-robed monk suddenly felt a little bad.

He was both curious and smiled bitterly. Young Master, what are you doing?

"I'm afraid I will affect your enemy, so I deliberately retreated a little."

The fat man looked for granted, and even had some of his own. Am I very smart and wouldn't cause you any trouble? Come and praise me for expressing my expression.

But when he saw this expression, the gray-robed monk felt even more and more disgusted.

How about the young master’s brain circuit...

He complained in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't dare to say anything. He just sighed: "Young master, I'm afraid you will need your help in a while."

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention. If you fight him first, I will find the opportunity to help you at critical moments."

The fat man nodded and made a promise very reliable.

After hearing what he said, the gray-robed monk was relieved and no longer talked about it. After all, there were powerful enemies around him.

So he brushed his sleeves and this time he simply sacrificed his own natal treasure.

Although he just had a fight, he had a lot of experience in fighting. He had roughly estimated that the opponent's strength might be different from his own.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as half a pound.

If a person encounters it is very troublesome, but there is a young master looking for opportunities to help him, then there should be no suspense in winning.
Chapter completed!