Looking at the angry figure in front of him, Ju Douluo said in a deep voice: "Who are you? I never knew there was a strong man like you in the continent!"

"Knight of the Round Table, Gao Wen." The sun's knight stood sideways in front of Tuoba Yunye, holding a holy sword with the sun's light in his hand.

"Where are you?" Gui Douluo looked down at the sword on his neck, and looked at the people around him slantedly.

"Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot." said the knight.

Afterwards, without waiting for them to ask, the people around them reported their names one by one.

"Knight of the Round Table, Gareth."

"Knight of the Round Table, Tristan."

"Knight of the Round Table.Kai."

"Knight of the Round Table, Gajrez."

"Knight of the Round Table..."

Although the names are different and they are all so strange, there is one thing that is common.

"Knight of the Round Table?" Ju Douluo whispered in a low voice.

“Is there such an organization on the mainland?”

Or is it a false name that covers up?

Ju Douluo glanced around.

Although no one showed his soul ring and could not accurately judge the specific strength of these people, his intuition could feel a strong sense of threat from these people.

At least it's a Conra!

There is even a possibility of banning the account!

However, which force is there on the mainland that has so many powerful people of this level!

Just as the two of them were thinking hard, the cold-faced knight stepped out.

"No need to spy on the origin and purpose of our waiting period, now you have only two choices."

"Get out, or die!"

The declaration made Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo subconsciously squint their eyes.

How long has it been since no one dared to speak so loudly in front of them!

"Haha, the assistant officer is still so merciless..." said a man with a smile.

"Otherwise, how could he be called the 'Iron Age Rule'? He himself is the toughest among us."

"You want to be enemies with us?" Ju Douluo said sternly.

"Do you know who we are?"

Dare to be enemies with the martial soul empire that is now at its peak, with the two powerful martial soul empire elders, and the two titled Douluo!

Have you really figured it out?

"I don't know, nor do I want to know." Lancelot said lightly.

"And, it's not that we want to be enemies with you, but..."

"Are you going to be an enemy of our round table?"

As soon as the words came to an end, the atmosphere immediately changed.

Originally, everyone at the round table had different expressions, either pity, joke, cold and indifferent.

However, after Lancelot said this, everyone focused their eyes on Ju Douluo and his expressions were exactly the same.

Ju Douluo and the others could feel that once he said "so what", then what he would welcome would be a thunder blow from eleven people.

The combined momentum even made Ju Douluo tremble faintly.

What a terrible murderous aura, what a terrible tacit understanding!

How could there be such a team!

If we hadn't fought together on the battlefield for many years, we would not have integrated the momentum and murderous intent almost completely.

"What do you want to do!" Ju Douluo gritted her teeth.

"So much nonsense, I'll just kill you! Don't be slap!" A slightly manic voice sounded from the crowd.

Among the many tall figures, this is the most eye-catching one because he is the most petite.

The height of less than 1.6 meters is very conspicuous among many big men who are over 1.8 meters tall.

However, the aura on his body was stronger than most people, and more crazy and domineering.

"You still can't hold back, Mordred." Lancelot shook his head.

"But, there is one thing you are right..."

"Enough time has been wasted. Now, make your choice." Age Guwen said coldly.

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo were silent.

The two looked at each other, and Ju Douluo's lowered fingers moved slightly, and the ghost Douluo's figure seemed to be a little more illusory.

It seemed that he felt the changes between the two people. The waves of the undestroyed lake light sword in Lancelot's hand flashed, and the holy sword in Gaowen's hand shone more and more.

Behind them, many round tables also drew out the long swords in their hands.

The battle seems to be about to break out.

In the long silence and tension, one side took the lead in making moves.

"Old ghost." Ju Douluo lowered her eyes.

"Let's go."

Gui Douluo kept silent, but he ignored Lancelot's sword edge indifferently and slowly retreated.

They took the lead in making compromises.

"A wise choice." Gao Wen put away the long sword in his hand.

"The next time I meet again, I won't be like this now." Ju Douluo said meaningfully while retreating.

However, this implicit threatening statement was not taken to the heart of others.

Kai couldn't help but sneer.

Ju Douluo's face slightly darkened, and then he stopped talking nonsense. He and Gui Douluo quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Faced with a large number of enemies, tacit cooperation, unknown strength and unknown origin, they still did not choose to fight head-on.

The most important thing is to report Gao Wen and his friends to Bibi Dong as soon as possible.

You know, the combat power of the round table is almost comparable to any of the three sects.

Everyone at the round table watched the two left, but they did not stop each other, even Mordred, who had the most irritable temper.

Everyone didn't say anything, but just kept protecting Tuoba Yunye who was still stunned in the middle, as if they were waiting for something.

After a while, a gentle voice came.

"Okay, it can be confirmed that the other party has indeed left, and it has not disturbed the sect below."

Tuoba Yunye raised his head in surprise.

"Mr. Bedville?"

At this moment, wasn’t it the man who made her yearn for a short time after separation?

However, I don’t know what happened. Although Mr. Bedville’s appearance, height, and even voice in front of me have not changed in all aspects, there is a vague difference in temperament.

And this embarrassing expression...

"That..." Bedville was embarrassed when he saw Tuoba Yunye's deep admiration hidden in his surprise.

"Although I am indeed Bedville, it's not the one you've seen before...ah, that's my master, he...ah..."

Even with Bedville's gentle personality, he couldn't help but complain about Ye Yaolai at this moment.

OK, why use his image!

It's okay to use it, but such a thing happened...

What should he do! He didn't want Lancelot and the others to deal with these ladies...

"Oh, Bedville, you'll be abandoned all the time!" leaned against the side, and Kay whistled with a playful face.

"Kaiqing, please don't make such jokes!"

"Ah! My friend Bedville! How sad, you are so to the lady..."

Tristan, who has the best relationship with Bedville, is also using his own way to express his sigh (pleasant) and joy.

"So..." Bedville covered his forehead, feeling a little crying.

Although Tuoba Yunye was a little confused because of the somewhat unconscious explanation from the Knights of the Round Table, his extraordinary mind still grasped the key information she needed from this conversation.
To be continued...