"Hey, handsome guy, look at your glorious face and peach blossoms. I guess something happy has happened. Did some girl agree to be your girlfriend and you came to choose a gift? Well, look at this, it's delicate and soft, and it's made from top
Good clothing material, this one is also good, sewn according to this year’s popular elements, and made by Master Beren. And this sword..."
Before he even entered the door, a store clerk came up to him and babbled to sell the items in the store to the smiling Liu Feng.
"Well, this dress is good. It takes advantage of Janna's figure and is close to her style." He took out a piece of turquoise gauze from the hanger, recalling the grace of Janna, the hero of the previous life, Storm Fury, and thought of it again.
Liu Feng suddenly felt a heat in his nostrils due to the touch he had when he held Janna in his arms.
Damn it! No, young people are full of blood. After just a little thought...
Somewhat embarrassed, Liu Feng took out his handkerchief and put it on his nose. While Liu Feng cried out that he was confused, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy in his heart.
"Buy, buy!" Liu Feng waved his hand and said boldly.
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Liu Feng immediately felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere: How could the clerk who was so enthusiastic just now turn into an awkward attitude now?
"What?" Seeing the clerk being silent, Liu Feng asked with a frown.
"This... this gauze has been reserved. It is not for sale at the moment." The clerk glanced outside, considered the words for a while, and answered softly.
"Uh, okay, a gentleman won't steal someone's love, so I'll change it." Liu Feng was stunned for a moment, then realized that since someone else had booked it, he wouldn't be the one to steal someone's love with a sword.
Of course, the more important reason is that he found another dress that is more suitable for the style of Janna, the Wrath of the Storm. Looking at this dress, Liu Feng felt quite satisfied, so he said without thinking: "This one, um,
That’s it!”
"This... is for display, not for sale..." The clerk was in a dilemma. He really didn't know what to say about this guy. This guy's clothes are not luxurious at best, but they are called a luxury at worst.
He was shabby and obviously not a rich man. So as soon as Liu Feng came in, she had intended to take him to the cheap goods counter, but after wandering around for a while, he actually wandered into the luxury goods counter.
The average price of one item here is 5,000 yuan, and the slightly more expensive ones are as high as 2 gold coins. The clerk knew that this kid was afraid that he could not afford it, so he reminded him in a more tactful tone. Unexpectedly, the more he shopped, the more outrageous this product became. Now this
A piece of clothing can be sold for 5 gold coins!
The clerks in this business all have good eyesight. The total cost of all the clothes worn by the young man in front of me is only one or two hundred yuan. Come to think of it, he doesn’t have much money. He can afford to buy the clothes that are on sale at the front. They are pretty good. Now he is shaking
It's really uncomfortable to come here.
I have to say that this clerk is quite kind. At least he is not like the clerk in the TV show in his previous life who just kicked people out when they saw poor people. He is more or less professional.
"How much does this cost?" Liu Feng was not the kind of person who was very observant. He didn't notice the helpless expression of the clerk at all. He took the clothes and asked the price with a smile that he thought was very charming.
Even though the clerk had a good temper, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Five gold coins."
"No!" Hearing the clerk's answer, Liu Feng's hand holding the clothes trembled and he almost threw it away - although he was about to earn 500 gold coins, he hadn't received it yet after all, so he
I only have one hundred yuan left on me.
I have to say that Liu Feng is really a poor loser now...
***
"Humph, there is no one who can fight!!" On the martial arts field, a masked man with a black cloth on his face was holding a saber and lazily sitting opposite a group of sergeants lying on the ground crying for their fathers and mothers, shouting loudly.
arrive.
"Well, this should be good..." After chewing the roots of the tender grass in his mouth, the masked man spat on the ground and slowly stood up.
Walking towards him was a woman, carrying a broad sword almost as big as her height on her back. Although it had not been unsheathed, it was still difficult to conceal the power within it.
This is a black rune sword that has been forged and strengthened by Noxian magic. This giant sword is heavier than an ordinary light shield. It cannot be wielded by ordinary people. Only this person is not too tall.
A woman with a cold face can exert her strongest fighting power.
"The general is here!"
"Although this man has some abilities, if he dares to come here to cause trouble, he's afraid he'll be left without food."
"What does it mean to have some ability? I'm afraid no one in the military camp except the general can cure him!"
"Whatever, he'll look good later!"
"Entering combat mode!"
While the sergeants lying nearby were discussing in low voices, two extremely strong energy fluctuations erupted in the center of the field.
A tender green life shield is activated, which symbolizes the defensive ability of heroes with powerful force. The dense green dots on the life shield show the powerful protective ability of this life shield.
After activating the life shield, the woman put her right hand back and pulled out the black rune giant sword. Throwing the scabbard aside casually, she gently waved the heavy sword with cold eyes.
Looking at the other party coldly: "General Riwen, tell me your name!"
Seeing that the opponent was already in a fighting position, the masked man put away his saber and pulled out a giant sword similar to the black rune sword from somewhere.
Another life shield was activated, and the dense green light spots seemed not to be much thinner than Riven. The masked man waved the weapon in his hand casually, pouring a force into the giant sword. With the blessing, the masked man's
The greatsword also emits strong fluctuations, not even much worse than Riven's black rune greatsword.
Seeing the opponent's posture, Riven narrowed his eyes slightly: having such an aura means that the person coming is not easy to deal with. There are at least three level 6 strong men in his barracks, but all of them were actually killed.
He was knocked down, and the man was not injured.
Judging from this alone, this masked man has at least level 10 strength!
Level 10 is no longer something that an ordinary strong person can achieve. This level is usually called "warrior". It is not difficult to judge from the exposed part of this masked man. He is not too old, no more than 35 years old.
Since he can stabilize himself as a "warrior" at this age, he is likely to become a "commander" in the future.
In other words, this guy now has "commander" level strength!
And Riven is now also in the middle stage of the "Commander" level: a level 13 powerhouse!