I never thought I was such a cow

Xiao Min's face darkened, and he said angrily: "What is this guy doing? He's gone, and he's coming back to die?"

Subconsciously, Xiao Min's eyes drifted to Da Mao's shoulder, wanting to see if Zhao Qingwu came back together, if Zhao Qingwu stood on Da Mao's shoulder, Xiao Min would not let him come near here no matter what.

Xiao Min's eyes glanced over Da Mao's shoulders, and she was relieved at first, because she did not see Zhao Qingwu's figure, and then a trace of surprise appeared on her face, because she saw Da Mao sitting cross-legged on the horns with a young man.

The young man's figure is not burly, and he can even be said to be a little thin.

But his legs were crossed, his head was propped on one hand, and his knees were on the other, and he would yawn twice from time to time, with a lazy and lazy demeanor... and supercilious.

This young man is not scary in terms of posture or coercion, but Xiao Min has a sense of peace of mind, and has an inexplicable sense of security for this young man whom he has never met.

"Roar...roar..."

Da Mao kept growling, but there was no anger in his tone, because he was communicating with Xiao Min.

"You want me to get out of here?"

Xiao Min looked at Da Mao in the distance with some astonishment. In her opinion, she and this young man might be able to fight the fused blood armor warrior, but she never thought that Da Mao would let her leave directly.

Does this mean that the young man has to face the blood armor warrior alone?

That is a terrifying existence beyond S rank.

Xiao Min didn't believe that humans in the Chinese world would have such terrifying strength.

Once a human capable person surpasses the S rank, they will be forcibly brought into the Chaos Zone by China's supreme ruling power to maintain the human territory.

Could it be that this young man is the legendary Z-rank master?
Xiao Min has also lived in the capital city for more than ten years, and has a certain understanding of the structure of human beings. There can be no masters above S rank in China, but there is one exception, that is, the masters of Z rank who are regarded as "Guardian Gods" .

Once there is a crisis of genocide in China, Z-level masters will act like gods.

But although the blood armored warrior is powerful, his threat is far from "destruction of the human race". It is impossible for a Z-level master to make a move so easily.

For some reason, a cynical face appeared in Xiao Min's mind, a little handsome, but also a little wretched, especially his name is very unpleasant, what is not good to call him, he must be called Lin Sanpao.

"Roar!"

Da Mao roared again, as if urging Xiao Min.

And at this time, the young man sitting cross-legged on the horns of the big hairy eyebrows finally spoke, facing Xiao Min with a look like Wan'er: "Would you like to be your little nanny? It's okay to help people put on makeup, so I have to jump out and talk to this kind of girl." Puppet battle, are you idle and doing nothing?"

Hearing this, Xiao Min showed a look of astonishment on his face, this guy...is he really Brother San Pao?
After all, Xiao Min has never helped anyone put on makeup, except for that wretched boy.

But this person in front of him is clearly a young man in his 20s, not at all like Brother San Pao in Xiao Min's impression.

"You... are you really Brother San Pao?"

Xiao Min asked subconsciously.

The playful smile on the young man's face suddenly subsided, and slowly darkened, he said unhappily: "I came all the way to save you, can't you forget that name?"

Lin Chiyang's answer obviously admitted his identity. Xiao Min was overjoyed, and immediately said in surprise: "Brother Sanpao, have you gone for plastic surgery? Besides, it's not a long way to come here from outside the capital, right?" ?”

Lin Chiyang was too lazy to quarrel with Xiao Min, he sighed and said: "You go first, leave this to me."

Hearing this, Xiao Min finally realized that the crisis has not been resolved yet, and said solemnly: "Brother Sanpao, this guy should surpass the S rank, or let's join forces..."

However, before Xiao Min finished speaking, Lin Chiyang shook his hands and said with a wry smile: "You stay, I can't guarantee your safety."

"It's okay, I'll take care of myself." Xiao Min said loudly.

"You may die in my hands." Lin Chiyang smiled lightly, but that smile became very evil.

Xiao Min was taken aback, and suddenly felt that Lin Chiyang was a little strange.

roar roar.

Da Mao roared three more times, and told Xiao Min some information.

Immediately, Xiao Min's face changed drastically, she looked at Lin Chiyang who had stood up in amazement, opened her mouth, but found that she didn't know how to ask.

"Let Da Mao take you away, you stay, I really can't guarantee your safety."

Lin Chiyang also restrained the smile on his face, and murmured, "Even I am not sure if I can live, you will definitely die if you stay, and of course, there is also the puppet of the Blood Clothes Sect."

Xiao Min could feel the sudden loneliness on Lin Chiyang's body, felt it in her heart, but had no chance to express it, took a deep breath, turned around and rushed towards Yan Qingtian, grabbed his skirt and landed on Da Mao's shoulder.

At the same time, Lin Chiyang lifted his leg away from Da Mao's huge horn, and the whole body fell naturally, floating in front of the blood armor warrior as if without mass.

When passing by Xiao Min, the latter obviously felt a terrifying aura.

The aura didn't come from humans, it was more like a monster, but it was different from the aura of ordinary monsters.

That feeling was like a power of faith, and he seemed to be a devout believer in front of him.

The blood-armored warrior stood in front of Lin Chiyang, with white air constantly gushing from his mouth and nose behind the Shura mask, he could clearly feel the threat and oppression brought by the youth in front of him.

This kind of oppression has nothing to do with the realm of strength, it seems to be a difference in dimensions.

It's like when a mortal sees a god, he instinctively wants to kneel down.

Lin Chiyang listened to the rapid breathing sound of "噗嗤噗噗" from the mouth of the blood armor warrior, and said softly: "Did anyone tell you that you are very noisy."

As he said that, Lin Chiyang's limbs also moved, but unlike his previous combat style, he didn't have the momentum of opening and closing like a rainbow, nor the terrifying speed of thunder. He just raised his hand slightly, lightly and indifferently. Writing, even standing ten meters away from the blood armor warrior, across the void.

However, such a simple gesture of raising one's hand put a terrifying pressure on the blood armor warrior. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, as if he was about to kneel down.

Lin Chiyang's eyes suddenly turned silver-gray, and it seemed that there was no fluctuation in his expression at all, indifferent and cold.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as cud dogs.

This sentence could not be more suitable to describe the current Lin Chiyang.

Because in his eyes, everything in the world seems to have no distinction. He treats people and livestock, mountains and rivers, grass and gravel, living things and lifeless things equally.

At this moment, Lin Chiyang has jumped out of the realm of mortals, claiming to be a god, and has the qualifications to judge everything, while the thunder is rolling behind his back, as if something terrifying is about to cross the boundary.

The hand that was frozen in mid-air pressed lightly, and there was no wind.

However, the blood armor warrior ten meters away could no longer bear the pressure of Lin Chiyang's breath, and his body fell to the ground, and his blood burst.

In an instant, it became a puddle of minced meat.