Full-time Mage: Start by getting the White Tiger Pendant

Chapter 369 Withdrawal from the Sahara

When Lu Jun thought about it, a dark hole opened above his head, howling in the wind.

The black and white ghosts emerged, the black ghosts were like two small hills, the black and blue wind howled, and the gray sandstorm rolled up, killing wantonly along the hole torn by the dragon.

With two generals and a group of summoned creatures, he rushed forward in the beast tide and successfully joined the South African national team and other members.

The South African captain panted, "Which super mage are you?"

At this moment, Lu Jun was fighting bloody battles, propping up the water blooming sky, facing the warriors and monsters in all directions. He was under great pressure. He didn't explain too much, and hurriedly left a sentence: "Huaxia Guofu team, you follow me."

"Ah?" Before the strong black male captain could say anything, a thin black man in the team said disappointedly, "Are you from Jiuzhou? Are you a student like us?!"

The thin black boy complained: "What's wrong with the African Magic Association? Send students here. Now it's over. Even if you want to send national teams, you need the national teams from those European magic powers. What is the Huaxia team?"

The other surviving team members also looked ugly, and a certain Black Pearl girl almost collapsed.

Hearing this, Lu Jun laughed back angrily. I came to save you, but I still hate this. A pair of eyes coldly glanced at several people. The strong soul power brought by the six-level spiritual realm, and the high-level second-level curse system Cultivation is pressing on everyone.

Buzz!
In an instant, the black men looked horrified, as if they saw a pair of evil god's eyes, aloof.

Seeing that the South African national team was intimidated, he snorted coldly and said without looking back: "If you believe it, follow up, if you don't want to, stay here and wait for death!"

Puff, puff!
A group of earth dragons surged out around the crowd, engulfing them into a mighty yellow torrent and charging out.

It has to be said that the beast tide summoning of the summoning system is really the god of war, and hundreds of top-level warlords will relieve the great pressure on the South African national team.

After a while, Lu Jun led them out of the encirclement.

Of course, the two tribes of the Desert Scary Fox and the Poisonous Fire Scorpion deliberately let a few people leave. The main reason is that Lu Jun is too strong, and the water, curse, and summoning firepower are fully used, and the two tribes suffered heavy casualties.

After the leaders weighed the pros and cons, this group of random outsiders was insignificant compared to their old enemies.

Seeing this scene, the South African national team and others were dumbfounded and surprised by Lu Jun's strength. Most of them are still at the peak of the middle level, and only a few of them have two or three cores that have reached the high level.

Compared with the Huaxia team, which has not been long after training, all members are at a high level.

Lu Jun's expression was calm. Although the two groups combined had over [-] generals, the pressure they brought was not as strong as that of the four-color demon group.

After all, fusion magic and commander-level leaders are very difficult.

If it wasn't for Lu Jun's inability to use space, mind, and gold to hide his natural dual elements, he really wanted to start a big battle and slaughter the two groups.

Maybe the collected warrior spirits will reach 42 pieces, which is enough to light up a fifth-level middle-level magic.

At that time, mid-level magic will be as powerful as high-level magic.

Faced with the shock of the members of the South African national team, he replied calmly: "There is also a gap between the national team."

After the words fell, the thin and frail black boy didn't dare to say a word.

The captain of the South African national government thanked in Interlingua: "Sorry, our team members took the liberty, thank you so much for coming to rescue us."

"No need, just use money to do things, the commission paid by the African Magic Association."

Lu Jun didn't have a good impression of these people, and he was too lazy to play on the occasion.

Then, he said: "It's easy to get lost in the Lost World of Sahara. If you still don't believe me, you can find a way out by yourself. I'll go first."

Then Lu Jun deliberately put away the treasure of the Triangular Dimensional Mirror, closed his eyes to sense it, locked his soul thousands of miles away, and searched for the location of Mo Fan.

He walked in front, and several members of the South African national team looked at each other in blank dismay. They were already exhausted and could no longer continue fighting. It would be impossible not to follow Lu Jun, so they chased after him.

At this time, Lu Jun took advantage of the fact that a few people were not paying attention, and released the Tai'a Divine Sword alone, and the killer spirit turned back to deal with the two major groups, killing as many as they could, and stocking the gold system.

The crowd walked for a few minutes in the endless, monotonous desert, and when they saw a figure standing quietly in front of them, they couldn't help becoming vigilant.

Lu Jun ignored the few people and walked quickly. The environment changed and he arrived at Mo Fan.

At the same place, Mo Fan greeted: "Ah, Lao Lu, you are back. I have been away for so long and I can't see you. I thought you were lost."

Listening to this, Mr. Lu did not speak. He actually violated the one-kilometer principle and ran several kilometers away. An ordinary mage would definitely not be able to come back.

Mo Fan suddenly saw a few black youths appearing behind Lu Jun, and said in surprise, "Hey, the lost national team, you found it?!"

Mo Fan was excited, and the Cape of Good Hope Magic Association said, as long as the South African national team is rescued, it will be free.

He felt that he didn't need to worry about being promoted to the higher ranks of the space system or the chaos system now, he needed both, and the entire system was advanced!At the same time, the remaining money is probably enough to raise a soul seed.

This is also the reason why the mentor of the Huaxia National Government thinks it is dangerous, so he also wants the team members to try it. If they succeed by luck, it will be fat.

Several members of the South African national team blushed, taking it as a shame, bowed their heads and shrugged and followed behind Lu Jun and Mo Fan.

They gradually returned and found one after another as anchor partners, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Yu, Mu Ningxue, Jiang Shaoxu.

Lu Jun urged: "Hurry up, I have a bad feeling."

Sandstorm Wraith will not let everyone go easily, it is as intelligent as a human being, and wants to take the life of the national team to attract the old man Dai Wen.

Right now, the Sandstorm Wraith has not yet reacted, and feels that Nan Jue at the border is forced to shift from the origin, and this group of young mages can't escape the palm of their hands.

Jiang Shaoxu asked: "Why hasn't Nanjue sent a signal yet, didn't he agree to send a signal every 5 minutes?"

"It's been 10 minutes now, how can we anchor the exit without a signal?"

Just when everyone decided to wait, Lu Jun immediately stood up and said calmly, "No need to wait, my summoned beast told me that they were driven away by a sandstorm wraith."

"What?!" Everyone listened to the captain's words, and they were horrified: "Aren't we lost in the desert?"

Jiang Yu trembled and said: "Moreover, there is a monarch-level supreme creature wandering nearby, eyeing humans, can we meet at any time?!"

"I'll wipe it." Zhao Manyan hopped his feet and said in a crying voice: "I knew it would be no good to follow Mo Fan. I knew I wouldn't follow in."

Although the South African national team and others next to them could not understand Chinese, they guessed that something was wrong when they saw the drastic changes in their expressions.

The strong black captain of the South African captain was anxious, and asked politely, "Excuse me, what happened?"

And the skinny black boy simply mocked: "Hehehe, I thought how strong it was, isn't it just like us, lost in the Sahara?"

(End of this chapter)