He didn't see the scene of Lu Ye killing the enemy, but the monks of the Tianhe Cult saw it clearly.

One cut, just one cut, and the body of the strongest scarred man among them was torn apart.

This scene deeply shocked their hearts, because even if it was a monk at the ninth level of Yunhe who made a move, it would never be so straightforward.

What a pity.

Being sent out to carry out such a task, it's nothing to be afraid of the ninth-layer who is coughing up blood.

The light of the knife flickered, and he cut it down again.

Kachacha...

The light curtain of the protective magic circle instantly cracked spider web-like gaps, and then it shattered with a crash, and several Tianhe Sect disciples guarded by the magic circle were exposed to the edge of the blade in an instant.

The man coughing up blood had rushed towards him, and Lu Ye also killed him with a knife.

Under the joint efforts of the two, several monks from Tianhe Cult could stop them, and they were all killed in just a moment.

The man coughing up blood sat down on the deck with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he looked up at Lu Ye with a look of approval on his face: "Little brother did a good job, what do you call him?"

Lu Ye cupped his hands: "Fengzhou, Ye Liu."

"Brother Ye." The man coughing up blood nodded slightly, and returned the salute with difficulty, "Qizhou, Zhuang Bufan."

While reporting his family name, he looked at Lu Ye's expression, but saw Lu Ye's expression was flat, as if he had never heard of this name.

He immediately concluded in his heart that this kid might be a fledgling, otherwise it is impossible that he has never heard of his name.

Thief God Zhuang is extraordinary, and he is also a well-known figure in the entire Longteng world, but anyone who has a bit of knowledge, it is impossible not to have heard of it.

"Brother Ye, I have to trouble you with one thing." Zhuang Bufan said softly.

Lu Ye knew it well: "But are you going to release those mortals?" He had some respect for Zhuang Bufan, he was already seriously injured, and seeing mortals suffer, he wanted to jump out to stop them, which shows that he is a kind person .

Zhuang Bufan said: "Exactly."

"It's a trivial matter." As Lu Ye said, he walked into the cabin and found the central magic circle that controlled the spirit ship. After a while, under his urging, the spirit ship floated to the ground.

While he was busy here, Zhuang Bufan had already entered the bottom warehouse, released the captive mortals, and at the same time inquired some news from them.

Zhuang Bufan's heart was heavy with the result of the inquiry.

"Let's all go, leave here, stay away from Selangor, and live somewhere else." On the deck, Zhuang Bufan waved to the mortals who were bowing to him.

There are more than 400 people released, many of them are young and strong. Although they lost their homes, they can still leave the land of Xuezhou as long as they support each other.

If possible, Zhuang Bufan would rather send them out of Selangor, but if he did, it would only bring them disaster.

Watching a large group of old and young leave, Zhuang Bufan turned to look at Lu Ye: "Brother Ye, let's say goodbye."

Lu Ye nodded slightly.

After a while, Zhuang Bufan was stunned: "Why don't you leave?"

Lu Ye said: "Brother Zhuang didn't leave either?"

Zhuang Bufan coughed a few times: "I am seriously injured, take a breath before leaving." JrNovels.com