National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Watching Shen Jia'an's smooth movements, Su Mohui smiled inwardly and similarly pulled out a few bottles, pressing them into his hands. "These pills were used in previous tests. This green bottle is the one I just made. It's indiscriminate when used. Remember to throw it from a distance..."

Curiosity flashed in Shen Jia'an's eyes. He took another sip of the slightly cold tea, and excitedly put all the bottles into the space ring. Then he put on his cloak, and only then did he realize that Qi Mo had not come back, so he asked Su Mohui.

".....I just dreamed that he was fine and nothing happened. Besides, you will know if you go and take a look now." Su Mohui was a little helpless, but she could not explain the origin of the time mirror, so she had to say this.

She was about to say something when Shen Jia'an nodded. "I just dreamed that Qi Mo was playing with a dog in the Garo Forest. He should be alright."

After saying that, he went straight to the curtains and jumped off the carriage. The sound of his landing woke up the sleeping servant, who made a sound similar to the screaming of a chicken, which resounded through the sky and scared away several birds that were resting on the branches.

Shen Jia'an scratched his head a little embarrassedly, took out a small silver ingot and stuffed it into the servant's hand. Then he patted his shoulder and jumped onto the black-maned horse with a sudden push of his toes.

He exchanged a glance with Su Mohui behind the warm curtain, nodded heavily, and rode into the Garo Forest.

"Hey...this little fool won't be beaten as soon as he enters..." Su Mohui looked at the departing figure and chuckled.

She sat back in the carriage, reached out and took out the time mirror, and floated straight up in the air...

Not long after, after a burst of fragmented snowflakes, the image of Shen Jiaan gradually emerged.

At this moment, Shen Jiaan was already very close to the Xipan Church's stronghold.

He rode his horse, quickly jumped over a small puddle, and then landed steadily on the ground, splashing muddy water.

At this moment, the water splashed in the air and paused slightly. Then several black figures appeared in the shade of the trees. One of them made a gesture, and the rest nodded at the same time, took out tools and ran towards Shen Jiaan.

A rapid arrow pierced through the air and flew past the black-maned horse's hair. Shen Jiaan's heart was filled with alarm. He took out a pile of pills, pulled off the lids and threw them away.

All that was heard was a loud explosion when the pills touched the dissipated crossbows, followed by a very foul smell.

Shen Jiaan secretly clicked his tongue in his heart: Su Mo's pills are even more powerful...

Before he could finish praising himself in his heart, a hidden weapon came flying from the shade of the tree, and turned into several shadows in the air. After splitting, it flew towards him even faster, and one of the shadows went straight to his face!

The reins in Shen Jia'an's hands suddenly loosened, and he fell straight backwards. In just a moment, the shadow passed through the end of his hair, cutting off a strand of hair and letting it fall into the air.

He was about to step into the gate of the stronghold in just a few moments, but why was he beaten as soon as he got there... He sighed in his heart.

Before Shen Jia'an could straighten his back, a straight knife fell from the sky, as if following his movements, and then stabbed heavily into the hind legs of the black-maned horse!

In just that instant, Shen Jia'an immediately let go of most of the reins and jumped off the horse, which was a little crazy due to the severe pain. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a lot of dust and causing him to cough violently.

After coughing twice, he looked back vigilantly and saw a group of men in black holding various hidden weapons, approaching him quickly.

He grabbed a long sword out of thin air and blocked the arrows flying in the air.

However, the number of men in black increased, and the hidden weapons became more and more dense, and he began to feel overwhelmed.

Suddenly, an arrow hit his mount. The horse, which was still galloping, let out a mournful cry and rushed straight into the stronghold of the Sipan Church. After kicking over a brazier, it fell to the ground with a bang.

At this moment, the men in black who were about to continue chopping the horse saw this scene, their expressions froze, and then they frantically called for help to put out the fire. Damn it, this is a forest. If it really burns and they are exposed to the poisonous gas in the middle, they will die here.

Another group of men in black who were fighting with Shen Jiaan were stunned for a moment when they saw him, and they surrounded him with long swords in their hands.

Shen Jia'an came back to his senses, looked straight at everyone, swung the sword in his hand, and slashed at the man in black with a sharp sword energy.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jia'an began to feel a little tired. His arms became heavier, his swordsmanship became a little messy, and the pills given by Su Mohui were almost used up.

Suddenly, a tall and powerful figure holding a spear rushed towards Shen Jiaan with great momentum. Shen Jiaan dodged sideways and swung his sword quickly, stabbing the man's chest.

As the long sword pierced the opponent's chest, a blood mist burst out.

At that moment, another man in black jumped out and took the opportunity to swing his knife at his back. Shen Jia'an heard the whistling sound of the knife, but it was too late to dodge. He only felt a sharp pain, and then saw a red liquid splash out.

He no longer had the strength to support his body. After thrusting the sword heavily into the ground, he leaned against the sword, the pain in his back making him gasp for breath.

Shen Jia'an gazed into the depths of the courtyard, his eyes determined. Although his heart was beating rapidly, he tried hard to remain calm. He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and he could not show the slightest fear.

But for some reason, those people did not attack him again. After an unknown amount of time, all the men in black retreated.

Shen Jia'an's face was already a little pale. Although it was winter, some fine beads of sweat still slid from his forehead to the tip of his nose. He reached out and wiped it. Then, he looked at the figure slowly walking out from the depths of the courtyard, and his eyes became more solemn.

That was a middle-aged man who was also wearing a dark gray gown, but the middle-aged man who had contact with Qi Mo had nine scarlet lines on his gown, while this man had eight lines on his gown!

The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised that Shen Jiaan could fight with these people for so long. He stared at the latter with ill intentions, as if he wanted to stare a hole in him.

When Shen Jiaan saw the man's eyes, his eyes turned slightly red and he stared back at him intently.

After a long moment, the middle-aged man's gaze changed from scrutiny to curiosity. Then, he looked at Shen Jia'an with a playful expression and bowed slightly. "The 89th seat of the Xipan Church, Ge Lin meets Young Master Shen. Young Master Shen is quite skilled..."

He then waved his hand, and two alchemists emerged from the room, quickly advancing. Afterward, Green entered the room without looking back. "Heal the man, then lock him up in the small dark room..."

After hearing these words, Shen Jia'an's forced breath was almost released. He slumped to the ground, feeling somewhat exhausted. He looked around the courtyard, then back in the direction he had come from. In a voice only he could hear, he spoke softly...