"Be careful." Lin Xuan said to the little guy. At this moment, a long arrow brushed past Lin Xuan's face and shot onto a huge tree beside him.
"Who?" A cold light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
A group of people rushed out from the forest on both sides. All of them held long blades and were extremely unfamiliar.
Lin Xuan could not help but frown. On the fourth level, he could not say that he knew all three thousand elites, but he had some impression of them. However, he had never seen these dozen or so people in front of him.
"You're natives here?" Lin Xuan asked uncertainly.
The two people in front looked at each other and looked at Lin Xuan as he said to the man in the lead, "Brother, is there something wrong with this kid's brain?"
The man in the lead did not speak. He looked at Lin Xuan and said proudly, "If you're smart, hand over the storage ring on your body and save me the trouble of attacking."
