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The seemingly inadvertent words of this black man made Lin Yu's heart shocked.

You know, Lin Yu's just throwing effort seems simple, but in fact it requires extremely strong and precise force to handle it.

Because what he used was not a hard rock, but a soft cement wall gravel.

If the force is slightly deviated when it is thrown out, this piece of rubble will be shattered before the wall is knocked down!

Not to mention ordinary special fighters, even ordinary mysterious masters can't do this!

So if, as the black man said, there is also a group of people upstairs who can do this, then the strength of this group must be extraordinary!

"Yes, they can do it too!"

The black man nodded to Lin Yu with certainty, and said, "I saw them perform with my own eyes!"

Lin Yu's expression became more solemn, and he asked anxiously, "You can see clearly, what I threw into the wall, but a piece of soft cement and gravel, are they also throwing this kind of stone?!"

"almost……"

The black man squinted at the rubble embedded in the wall at the corner of the stairs, nodded, and said, "They also picked up a rubble from the broken concrete floor and threw it into the wall!"

Lin Yu couldn't help being stunned when he heard what the black man said.

It seems that there are really strong masters in this building!

"Sect Master, what's wrong?!"

Kui Mulang, Yanzi, and Yunzhou saw the change in Lin Yu's expression, and couldn't help being a little surprised, so they hurried forward and asked in a hurry.

Lin Yu shook his head lightly, did not answer them, but eagerly asked the black man, "You said you saw this group of people perform this hand with your own eyes? Then you should know what they look like?!"

The black man frowned, looked at Lin Yu up and down, and said, "Not tall, similar to you, and thin and dry like you. No, no, they are stronger than you, and their skin is yellow and black... …"

Although his words sounded a bit harsh, they didn't contain any sarcasm, because he was telling the truth. Compared to the taller black man, Lin Yu did look a little shorter and thinner.

Lin Yu frowned and thought for a while, and asked in a deep voice, "That means these people are also subspecies?! Black and thin, are they from the Southeast Region?!"

At first he thought that the people described by the black people were from the Kendo Grandmaster League, but when he heard the skin was dark and thin, he was a little confused for a while. This skin tone sounded a bit like people from the Southeast.

But if this group of people are from the Southeastern Region, he really can't think of the origin of this group for a while.

You know, the monastery that threatened them the most in the entire southeast region had already been wiped out by the dark thorn brigade led by him and He Erye!

"This, we don't know..."

The black man shook his head helplessly and said, "At that time, I was in contact with them for a short time, and there was no opportunity to communicate at all!"

"Well, thank you for providing me with such an important message!"

Lin Yu nodded solemnly, and then asked Kui Wood Wolf and Yunzhou two bottles of water, threw them to the black people, and let them on the way as supplies.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The Negro, Nader and others repeatedly thanked again and were grateful.

"Before leaving, I really want to know, who are you anyway?!"

The black man looked at Lin Yu curiously and asked, "You are definitely not from the Dark Stabbing Brigade. Although they are also a very powerful team, they are not as powerful as yours!"

"You guessed it, we are indeed not from the Dark Stabbing Brigade, I am from the Yanxia Military Aircraft Department, my name is He Jiarong!"

Lin Yu went straight to the point.

At this point, he didn't have the need to conceal these people, and directly revealed his identity.

"He Jiarong?!"

Unexpectedly, the black man, Nader, and two of his companions immediately shook their bodies when they heard the name, their eyes suddenly widened, and their faces were shocked, seemingly shocked.

"Shadow Spirit of Military Aircraft-He Jiarong?!"

The black people checked the identity of Xia Lin Yu in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me!"

Lin Yu nodded indifferently, wondering to himself that he had such a reputation in the world, and even these mercenaries knew him.

"You...you really came!"

The black man opened his mouth, very surprised.