"Why are you going this way?"

Wang Zhihu subconsciously objected: "Shouldn't everyone discuss it carefully?"

Yun Wuhen had no expression on his face and remained silent.

Lin Beichen glanced at Priest Xiangyan and said, "There seems to be no restriction in the rules on educating disobedient team members?"

Priest Xiangyan was startled: "It seems not."

"Oh, that's easy to handle."

Lin Beichen walked forward and said, "Smile, beat him."

"Okay...ok...ok."

Fat Hu, who had been following Lin Beichen, slowly turned around, and amid the astonished expressions of Yun Wuhen and others, he slapped Wang Zhihu on the face with a big slap like a cattail leaf fan.

Bang.

Wang Zhihu didn't have the slightest chance to react. His head tilted and he was thrown hundreds of meters away like a cannonball. He turned 3,600 degrees in the air and backflip 720 degrees, and plunged into the sky.

Inside the sand...

The direction of flight was exactly the direction Lin Beichen was walking.

Moreover, Fat Tiger's mastery of power reaches the pinnacle in seconds.

This slap sent the person flying away, but it did not really injure Wang Zhihu.

As a result, Wang Zhihu climbed up from the yellow sand. Apart from his swollen face and dizziness, he was not as miserable as he looked.

Not very harmful.

Extremely insulting.

"You idiot, how dare you hit me?"

Wang Zhihu was shaking with anger and rushed over quickly.

Snapped.

Then he was kicked out again.

The interval should not exceed three breaths.

Repeat this.

Four times in total.

Wang Zhihu was sent flying for a total of one kilometer.

At this time, not only Wang Zhihu himself, but also Yun Wuhen and others could see that this fool was stronger than they imagined.

At least this kind of physical strength and control of power are beyond their reach.

Yun Wuhen regretted it endlessly and secretly thought that he had made a mistake.

Why didn't I see before that this fat fool turned out to be such a terrifying character?

"Team leader, please say something."

Yun Wuhen looked at Priest Xiangyan.

The latter said without hesitation: "Do as he says."

"OK."

Yun Wuhen immediately agreed: "We will listen to the team leader."

It's a pity that the team leader listened to that little bastard.

Anyway, it's just a way to get off the donkey, there are steps, so everyone's faces won't be too ugly.

As a result, Lin Beichen turned his head without hesitation and taunted, saying: "Thief Sun, if you have the guts, don't be a coward."

Yun Wuhen was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

This little bastard took advantage and behaved well.

However, don't be complacent for too long.

Yuan Wuhen's eyes were caught by the giant space backpack and Fat Hu following Lin Beichen, and he was thinking about how to win over this fool again.

What a fool.

It should be easy to kidnap.

When the fool becomes a member of his own camp, see how arrogant this little bastard can still be.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

The group of people stepped on the yellow sand and walked forward quickly.

After about one stick of incense time.

"Here, dig."

Lin Beichen pointed to an unremarkable sand dune road.

Yun Wuhen and others didn't realize what it meant.

Priest Xiangyan was also slightly startled.

What to dig?

Just as he was doubting, Fat Tiger immediately understood what Lin Beichen meant. Without any hesitation, he bent down and raised his buttocks. His two big palm-like hands were like rotating flywheels, directly on the sand dune.

The planing started.

The yellow sand was blown more than fifty meters away from his crotch.

Sand and soil are flying.

The posture of digging in the sand is like a dog digging a hole.

Very indecent.

In less than five breaths, Fat Tiger dug out half of the sand dune, down five to six meters...

"Pfft, this is a fool."

Wanyuan laughed.

But the next moment, he was slapped hard and mercilessly in the face.

"Looking for...looking for...found..."

Fat Tiger stammered and straightened up.

In his hand, he held a red humanoid statue with a vague face and the size of a palm.

"Mission Idol?"

Yun Wuhen let out an incredible exclamation.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on the statue in Fat Tiger's hand.

Absolutely right.

This is the first stage mission statue.

Is this... so easy to find?

"show me."

Lin Beichen stretched out his hand.

In an instant, seven or eight eyes looked at Fat Tiger's face again.

Will you refuse?

It's impossible to agree to it.

Don't lie. This kind of rare mission item is too hard to find. Who would give it to others easily?

Wan Yuan, Wang Zhihu and others roared crazily and silently in their hearts.

But the next moment, Fat Tiger handed over the statue without hesitation.

Lin Beichen's hands sank.

Very heavy.

Like a hill.

The dark red color is like a blood clot that has dried for countless years. The surface is smooth and does not stick to sand. The carved lines are very ordinary, as if they are the work of roadside craftsmen.

The whole body is in human shape, wearing armor, face is blurred, and there are no weapons on the whole body.

Infused with divine power, there was no response.

The only feature is that it is hard enough.

"This thing can probably only be used to hit people, right?"
To be continued...