A mercenary who was temporarily hired as a referee asked the two of them: "Winning or losing will be decided in one round! Are you ready?"
Zheng Feng and Baker both nodded to the mercenary.
The mercenary slowly raised his right hand and shouted: "Ready-Start!!!" He waved his right hand downwards forcefully, indicating that the game had officially begun.
After Baker heard the word 'start', he exerted force with his right hand, trying to knock Zheng Feng's right hand down with one blow, but what surprised him was that Zheng Feng's white and tender arm had an appearance that was completely different from its appearance.
The power of.
Baker firmly believed that even an iron rod could be bent with his own strength, but at this moment, with all his strength, Zheng Feng's right hand did not move at all, and still maintained its original posture steadily.
Zheng Feng had a calm look on his face. Looking at Baker's face that was red due to excessive exertion, he did not show any proud attitude. Feeling the 'weak' power in his right hand, Zheng Feng knew that the outcome was no longer in suspense.
However, he didn't want to do it too badly. He could have killed Baker instantly, but he didn't use this method. Instead, he slowly lowered his right hand. When he lowered it halfway, he paused for a while, making it look like
It was Baker who was struggling with him. Then he pushed down Baker's right hand again.
This arm-strength competition was not long, nor was it too short. It lasted about ten seconds. But the mercenaries could all see that although Baker and Zheng Feng were 'entangled' for a while, the whole arm-strength competition was not over.
, Baker was at an absolute disadvantage. After the winner was determined, Baker's face turned red and he was sweating profusely. But Zheng Feng was exactly the same as before, not even a drop of sweat.
Is this really a show of strength between a beast soul master and a body refiner? Is the result the other way around!? Why do they think Zheng Feng is a body refiner, while Baker is a beast soul master instead!
A mercenary who bet on Baker shouted: "Damn it! Baker, you stinky guy, do you want me to lose money on purpose? I only owe you one gold coin for wine money, you don't have to trick me like this."
Just a gold coin——!!”
Suddenly, there were curses everywhere!
Lao Luo said: "Old Bei, I think you must have been squeezed dry by that bitch Jenny last night. Now you are so soft that you can't even be fucked by a beast soul master. You are 80%
It’s useless!! Haha~~haha~~~”
Although some mercenaries lost money, they were already used to it. It was just a few gold coins. It was a common thing and they just went to 'vent' a few times. Instead, scolding Baker was what they were more willing to do at the moment.
When the other mercenaries heard what Lao Luo said, they burst into laughter.
When Baker heard that Lao Luo was laughing at him like this, he thought, 'How can a scholar be unbearable?' This was a matter of his 'dignity', and there was absolutely no room for any flaws. He jumped up suddenly and slammed the table with both hands.
There was a loud noise of ‘Pop!’.
Baker said angrily: "You bastard, your thing is 'soft', your whole family's things are 'soft', I can't do it?! That's bullshit, Jenny, that bitch, don't let me do it now"
I did it until I couldn’t get out of bed!”
At the end of the sentence, he added proudly.
"If you have any doubts about this competition, just go and try it yourself with that kid. I really want to see how long you can last!"
As soon as these words came out, the other mercenaries also shrank back. Although the strength of the middle martial artist Baker was not too strong, he was not weak anymore. It would be useless for those who were weaker than Baker to go. For those who were stronger than Baker, it didn't matter.
Whether you win or lose, your face won't be shiny. It's better if you win. It's natural for a body refiner and a beast soul master to compete in strength~ If you lose, damn! Where else can you put that old face!?
Seeing that he had successfully maintained his 'dignity', Baker said to Zheng Feng: "Boy, you win. You can go there according to the agreement. However, it seems that this is your first time coming to the mercenary union. The counter is just a place to accept entrusted tasks. You must
It is a right that only formal mercenaries have. You newcomers are not yet formal mercenaries. If you want to accept the mission, you must first go to Old Man Bai to register."
After Baker finished, he pointed at a drunken old man lying in the corner of the union. Baker actually knew in his heart that Zheng Feng had "let loose" on him just now and did not make his loss too ugly. He was not ignorant.
Good and evil people. The reason why they made things difficult for Zheng Feng and the others in the beginning was purely because of the 'tradition' of the Yeluocheng Mercenary Union, and it was not out of any malicious intent.
The atmosphere in the mercenary union had already been stirred up by Zheng Feng and Baker. Almost everyone gathered around. The only ones who didn't join in the fun were those who were drunk. If Baker hadn't pointed out that person, who would Zheng Feng and the others have been?
Nor would he pay attention to a drunk old man lying in the corner.
Zheng Feng looked at Baker. This big man was not too bad. Looking at the lively atmosphere of the mercenary union, he seemed to understand the union. Insulting and sarcasm may be a way for them to communicate, but this
The way of communication was really strange, and he still didn't quite understand it at this time.
Zheng Feng responded to Baker: "Thank you."
Then he and Duan Ya walked towards the old man who was drunk in the corner. Why were there only two of them? Where was Fu Yanjie? The guy was counting the gold coins with a smile on his face, and he was completely obsessed with money. Both Zheng Feng and Duan Ya knew that short
Within a short period of time, I'm afraid that guy won't be able to get out of money's eyes.
Although Fu Yanjie only won one or two hundred gold coins in total this time. For him with a net worth of several million, these two hundred gold coins are just a drop in the bucket. However, in Fu Yanjie's eyes, gold coins are just a drop in the bucket.
Gold coins, millions of gold coins are not made up of the gold coins in front of you.
To a certain extent, Fu Yanjie can be regarded as a 'great' philosopher, because he has seen through the essence of certain things and reached the realm of 'truth'!
Zheng Feng secretly thought: Let that guy continue to explore the world of ‘truth’ for the time being!
The old man didn't notice the arrival of Zheng Feng and the others. He was still drunk on the wine table, snoring and muttering drunken words to himself. Duan Ya tried to wake up the old man, but it had no effect.
The old man has gray hair and a beard. The beard and hair are connected together, but they have been trimmed obviously. The pale beard is very long. Now the old man is crawling on the wine table. It may not be obvious. If he stands up,
, I believe that that slender beard may be about to touch the ground.
The biggest impression of this old man is his gray beard. No wonder he is called Old Man Bai by the mercenaries.
Baker on the side saw Zheng Feng's situation and kindly reminded him: "Old man Bai just got drunk this morning and didn't wake up so soon. This old man Bai has a bad ability to drink, but he loves to drink. Every time he gets drunk, he doesn't wake up."
You won’t be able to wake up in one day, so you guys should come back and register as early as possible tomorrow!”
After hearing what Baker said, Zheng Feng's brows furrowed. Is today's trip really going to be in vain? At this moment, Sylph flew out of Zheng Feng's arms and landed on the table.
"Xi Xi!"
Zheng Feng looked at the little Lolita who was desperately waving to him, and asked doubtfully: "Sylph, do you have a way to wake up this old man?"
Sylph smiled and nodded. With Zheng Feng's approval, she stood up on her slender bare feet, emitting a soft green light.
A ring as clear as a wind chime rang in the noisy guild.
First there was a slight sound, like a fine needle falling on a smooth marble floor, a thin crisp sound, and then there was a series of ding-dong-dong-dong, like the thin and hasty footsteps of an elf, hurriedly approaching the ear.
The melodious sound of wind chimes drifted to the ears of everyone in the guild. The mercenaries who were a little drunk suddenly found that their minds were much clearer. Many people who were drunk at the table slowly woke up. Not only that, even the rich man who was counting gold coins suddenly woke up.
After Yan Jie heard the sound of wind chimes, the golden light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He turned his head and scanned around. After finding Zheng Feng and Duan Ya, he hurriedly put away the gold coins and ran over.
Zheng Feng also felt that his thoughts seemed clearer than usual.
Tai Wei consciously explained: "This is 'Wind Awakening', a soul skill that can refresh people's minds. It has a healing effect on some confused states, such as confusion or the current state of drunkenness. It can also wake up people."
The role of this. Almost all elemental elves of all series have such a soul skill, but the effects are not the same. Elemental elves of other series have better healing effects on coma, sleep, hallucinations, fatigue, etc."