Yin Ming is of medium build, wearing a green shirt with white stripes, and has a cold expression and says nothing.

This is the confidence of Liu Quan and others, and the basis of the other party's fear.

At this moment, Yin Ming suddenly got off the carriage.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed.

The eighteen people on the other side all drew their swords out of their sheaths, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Liu Quan and others thought that Yin Ming was ready to take action, so they immediately showed joy and were ready to go.

Yin Mingze just glanced at it and ignored it. Instead, he walked to the carriage behind him and took out a wooden chair from the carriage with wheels.

"It's almost done, let's go down first."

Zhuang Ming sat in the car, closing his eyes slightly, as if waiting for something. After a while, he heard him say this out loud.

Shuang Lingman supported him, avoided the Hundred Gods Pot, and got off the carriage.

As for Yin Ming, he has placed his wheelchair next to the carriage.

When Zhuang Ming sat down in the wheelchair.

The sound of horse hooves came from behind.

There were more than twenty riders, and they were coming very fast.

Wherever the horse's hooves passed, it kicked up billowing dust.

"Young Master, this is Song Tianyuan." Shuang Ling said softly.

"It's not too late." Zhuang Ming chuckled.

"First we sent people to block the way, and now they are chasing us from behind, and we are surrounding them from behind. I'm afraid the attackers are evil." Bai Lao said with a slight worry.
Chapter completed!