After asking what Baisha's name was, Qin Lang sat quietly and waited for Baisha to speak.x√Yawen○△Novel△

If the repairing magic is not a scam, then Baisha's spiritual intelligence must have recovered and become a normal person, Baisha always has to say the first sentence.

He was also curious about what Bai Sha's first sentence would be when he answered.

"Kunlun slave...3...3."

The second soul body, who had recovered his language ability, gradually spoke more quickly, but he was still a little stuttering.

"Kunlun Slave No. 3, is your original name?" Qin Lang asked.

Qin Lang thought about it at this time that Baisha was refined in the tomb of the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm. This guy should be one of the guardians of the tomb. His name is only code-named "Kunlun Slave No. 3", and he should be the slave of the master of the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm.

Nodded, Kunlun Slave No. 3 did not speak anymore.

"Okay, I will call you Kunlun slave in the future, or just call you No. 3." Qin Lang said at this time.

So the resurrected second soul body restored its previous identity. During the subsequent conversation, Qin Lang was called "No. 3".

No. 3 was originally the guard of the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm. Although he had been dead for thousands of years, he has now remembered his mission after being resurrected and decided to return to live in the Kunlun Mountain Secret Realm again.

Qin Lang did not object to this, because the No. 3, who has become a normal person, missed the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain. Qin Lang respected the No. 3's choice, and No. 3 also stated that as long as Qin Lang needs it, he would definitely help with all his strength, even if he was torn to pieces.

This is a solemn promise. Now No. 3 is already a master at the Nascent Soul stage. Qin Lang is also very happy to be able to get such a powerful backup. For the resurrection of the second soul body, his previous efforts were not in vain.

Afterwards, the two walked together to prepare to return to China, but not long after leaving, Qin Lang felt an abnormality appearing in front of the desert.

Kunlun Slave No. 3 also felt it, stood with Qin Lang, quietly sensing the movement ahead. Ya◇xtextxxxx said■

At this time, the movement ahead became louder and louder, and it was the sound of horse hooves. Hearing the galloping sound of thousands of horses, a large group of riders were running towards Qin Lang.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was approaching and closer. Qin Lang and the other two could vaguely see dense shadows, with hundreds of people. They looked at the outfits as the horse thief who Qin Lang had destroyed before.

"Swishy!"

When both sides met, this group of even more powerful horse thieves tightened the reins at about fifty feet away from Qin Lang. The horses had a huge impact force, and their front hooves were raised high, making a harsh scream.

"Are you... the one who killed my second brother?"

The leader of the horse thief was a very fat monk in red. When he stared at Qin Lang and No. 3, his eyes were filled with hatred.

It turned out that the group of horse thieves that had been destroyed by Qin Lang, swordsmen Shar, and old man Arnold were together with the group in front of him. The fat monk in red in front of him was actually the eldest brother of the horse thief leader who had been destroyed before.

The fat monk in red in front of him was stronger than the horse thief leader who had been destroyed before. He suddenly became the level of Wu Zun. He was actually a Wu King, and he was not an ordinary Wu King, but he actually reached the middle stage of Wu King.

In the middle of the Martial King, he was almost at the top of the world in this world. This guy did have the capital to laugh at the desert, but the premise was that he did not meet Qin Lang and Kunlun Slave No. 3.

Now Qin Lang and Kunlun Nu are one of the late stages of the Killing Dan, and the other is stronger, and they are already at the level of the Nascent Soul stage. Although the fat monk in red is powerful, it is still not enough to see.

However, most of the hundreds of horse thieves in front of him were at the level of martial lords. I don’t know how the fat monk in red trained these people. Such a force is probably not bad compared to the top ancient martial arts families in China.

"It's interesting."

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and looked at the horse thieves, but did not answer the fat monk in red.

However, during the spiritual scan, he found an unexpected situation. The swordsman "Shar" appeared in this group of horse thieves. Now the swordsman has been tied up and is held hostage by the horse thieves as hostages. ▲▲Ya♀♀Xiao▼▲

What a tragic guy. I thought this guy had returned to his family after completing the mission. I didn't expect that he would be intercepted by a horse thief halfway through the way home. Now the Golden Page scripture may have fallen into the hands of these horse thieves.

Qin Lang's guess is correct. Now the Golden Page scriptures have indeed fallen into the hands of this group of horse thieves and were taken into the hands by the fat monk in red. Moreover, the fat monk in red knew that Qin Lang was still in the secret realm of the pyramid, one was to avenge his younger brother, and the other was to make the treasures in Qin Lang's hand. The fat monk in red came out with all his horse thieves.

"Okay, enough to grow."

Seeing that Qin Lang and the others ignored their words, the fat monk in red was also furious, with fierce light revealing his eyes, and decided to attack the two fat sheep in front of him who had just returned from the secret realm of the pyramid, and seemed to be covered in oil and water.

However, this fat sheep seemed to have a little thorn on her body and was very strong. As a powerful figure in the middle stage of the Martial King, the fat monk in red dared not rush up to fight alone.

He waved his hand and cursed loudly, "Grandma, he is a bear! Brothers, it's time to avenge your second brother. Come on for me and use it back to the Maro Circle Formation!"

After saying that, he stepped forward, and the horse thieves behind him were all obedient and used the surround formation that the horse thieves group was best known for.

The war begins to begin.

On the one hand, there was a powerful horse thief of about 300 led by the fat monk in red who was fearless.

On one side are Qin Lang and Kunlun Slave No. 3.

On the side of the horse thief, since everyone was wearing Alah, under the leadership of the fat monk in red, he began to use his special skills to directly charge the cavalry formation.

Compared to the small group of horse thieves that were destroyed before, the big leader, the fat monk in red, was more elite and more agile and orderly.

With the impact of more than 300 people in the horse thief group, they are exerted by the strength of the Martial Master level or above. I am afraid that even the top existences in this world will have to avoid the edge.

Even if Qin Lang has reached the late stage of Jiedan, he dared not ignore the impact of the big horse thief in front of him and decided to avoid the edge for the time being.

"Oscillation wave..."

But before the group of horse thieves approached, Kunlun Slave No. 3 beside Qin Lang shouted loudly, and an invisible aura exploded from his mouth, forming an extremely strong sonic boom, spreading around with itself as the origin.

The principle of oscillation wave is like a small stone throwing into the center of a pond, forming circles of sound wave oscillation.

Now all the horse thieves who were exposed to the shock wave were blocked by the sound waves, and suddenly they were overturned by a horse, and even flew away by a powerful sonic boom.

Only the 100 horse thief who was behind him barely controlled his body, but after pausing for a while, he found that his accomplices were in a mess, but he did not dare to charge again.

"Nasty Soul Stage, is this the real strength of the Nasty Soul Stage?" Qin Lang murmured, surprised.

The sonic bomb impact just now was almost blown away by myself at the center of the shock wave. Fortunately, I was close to the Nascent Soul Stage level, so I gritted my teeth and tried my best to resist and stood firm.

However, looking at the calm and gentle look on Kunlun Slave No. 3's face, it seemed that he had just done a little warm-up just now, so he should have the energy to retain his strength.

The strength at the Nascent Soul stage is so terrifying!

Just a sonic attack shocked more than 300 powerful horse thieves in front of him. Even Qin Lang was so excited that he was excited about his ability. At the same time, he became even more urgent for further improvement of his strength.

After using sonic bomb to resist the first wave of more than 300 horse thieves, Kunlun Slave No. 3 has been holding hands and never paying attention to the horse thieves in front of him.

He once again gave the battlefield to Qin Lang.

It is no wonder that in the eyes of the existence of the Nascent Soul stage, it is a great honor that the more than 300 horse thieves in front of him can make him take action once. The asymmetry of strength makes No. 3 not have the ability to continue taking action at all.

Moreover, No. 3 knew that after the first wave of horse thieves was blocked by him, the spirit of this group of horse thieves also dissipated. Even Qin Lang alone could kill more than 300 people alone, so he had no need to take action.

"Fight!" As he laughed, Qin Lang summoned his magic weapon, the Black Eagle Sword, and a strong aura erupted from his body, facing the poor horse thief whose charge was interrupted by the more than 300 horses in front of him.

Without the momentum of charging, more than a dozen horse thieves were blown off by Qin Lang's casual sword energy, and six were killed and eight were injured.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

The fat monk in red was also very angry at the scene in front of him. The extremely powerful Kunlun Slave No. 3 looked very difficult to mess with, but Qin Lang in front of him seemed not that strong, so the leader of the horse thief decided to pick the soft persimmon and start first.

The fat monk in red was undoubtedly correct, but he underestimated the young man in front of him.

Although it is a soft persimmon, Qin Lang in front of him is only a powerful and ruthless god of killing compared to Kunlun Slave No. 3, the master of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Bang!

The fat monk in red collided with Qin Lang, and with a muffled groan, he retreated suddenly. If the hilt of the knife on his hand was tightly wrapped by gauze, Qin Lang would have knocked his weapon away with one blow.

"Huh?" Qin Lang was also extremely surprised. This was the first time someone had resisted his attack. Seeing that the scimitar in the hand of this fat monk in red was not an ordinary scimitar, it should be at least at the level of magic weapons.

Because in this world, apart from weapons at the level of magic weapons, Qin Lang really couldn't think of any other weapons that could withstand the attack of his flying sword.

However, after resisting Qin Lang's move, the middle-stage Martial King's thief leader was also numb with his arms, and he felt distressed that a small gap had broken through the black-light blade of his scimitar.

Damn it! This is a magic weapon of magic weapon level, how could it be damaged?

The fat monk in red looked like he saw a ghost. The two guys he met in front of him simply overturned his cognition. One was powerful and mysterious. With just a roar, he stopped his charge with more than 300 horse thieves under his command; the other had a weapon that was sharper than the magic weapon. After the weapons of both sides collided, his scimitar black light was also damaged.
Chapter completed!