"Okay, you can just give me one, it doesn't need to be too expensive." Seeing that the momentum was not good, Ling Feng had better finish the matter quickly and catch up, so he said helplessly.
"Go and get one yourself. The second row here is the most southern breed, which is not thirsty, and is cheaper. The third row is the northern horse, which is thirsty, can run, and is more expensive." The owner of the shed said without being polite.
"What about the first row?" Ling Feng was a little surprised why he didn't introduce the first row, so he asked.
"If you want to do whatever you want, naturally the two rows at the back are. The ones in the first row are black blood horses from the Heibi Empire. They are fifteen thousand each. Do you want to buy them?" the owner said angrily, but he saw it in his eyes.
Without any intention of looking down on others, he was a straightforward person. Ling Feng nodded.
"Then I want a black-blooded horse." Lingfeng heard that the Heibi Empire had long been exterminated, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. An indelible emotion flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly.
The owner of the shed seemed to have something to say, but when his words reached his throat, he was swallowed back by the Zijin Ka that Ling Feng stretched out.
"Xiao Hei, drive!"
Ling Feng led the black-blooded horse to the road, jumped up, gave a shout, and flew away.
"It's very fast. It's really a good horse. Even the horses from Heibi Empire's bloodline are so good!" Ling Feng only felt the whistling in his ears, and the speed was much faster than his own. Maybe
Probably because sitting on the horseback of his own empire, Ling Feng felt a different kind of joy in his heart.
Walking through the woods in the city until noon, we finally arrived at the east of the city. The prosperity of the east of the city is by no means inferior to that of the west. There are mostly sword-making shops here. There is a large plaque above the door of the sword-making shop. There are many people on it.
It said "The No. 1 Sword Forging Workshop of Holy Treasures" which made Ling Feng feel helpless. Why is there no second one?
Ling Feng lost track of the mercenary, but there was no need to be afraid. It was not difficult to find him once he got here. He grabbed someone casually on the road, asked for directions, and went straight away.
Sitting in such an expensive BMW and walking on the street, it would inevitably attract a lot of curious eyes. Ling Feng paid great attention to burying his face in the bamboo hat.
…
"Why are you beating my senior brother! Can the Balang Hunting Team do whatever they want under the imperial soil?!"
Ling Feng arrived at the designated address. As expected, there was a huge sword-making shop at the end of the street. Even at the end of the street, its momentum could not be suppressed. This shop could be called the "No. 1 Sword-making Shop of Holy Treasures".
It's no exaggeration. Ling Feng and a group of onlookers watched the mercenaries who were looking at the gate making trouble. In particular, a young and pretty girl supported the suspected injured man and said to the mercenaries.
"Haha! Little beauty, the Imperial City is thousands of miles away from here, how can anyone care about such a trivial matter? Even if I gang-raped you with my brothers here today, no one would dare to do anything to me! Do you believe it or not?"
A stout man standing at the front of the crowd, when he heard the woman's accusation, he laughed loudly and said. The dozen or so mercenaries who followed him also laughed together.
"you!……"
The woman was so angry that she was extremely embarrassed. Her delicate face suddenly turned red, and her eyes were filled with tears. People around her looked at these tyrannical mercenaries with disapproval, but they did not dare to say anything. They all had their eyes crossed.
He scratched them, feeling resentful in his heart.
"Junior sister! Go back. These mercenaries are thieves. Don't tell them. Even if I die, I will not let the Thousand Fine Artifacts Store handed over by Master fall into the hands of these people!" The injured man had a firm look in his eyes.
Looking at the bewildered girl, he picked up the big knife in his hand again and spoke fiercely.
"Brother! We can't defeat these mercenaries who fight day and night! Don't go and die!" The girl pulled the man's arm hard and cried.
"Humph! I'm interested in your skills! We can build as many of these lousy shops as we want! If you don't do it, I'll leave you with a pair of working hands!" The stout man snorted and said,
He raised his knife and pointed it at the man and woman.
"Hmph! Just cut it! Even if I die, I won't do anything for you thieves!" The man threw the knife to the ground, opened his bloodshot mouth, and said fiercely!
"Okay! Today I will destroy you, this reckless guy!" The thick man was so angry that the flesh on his face trembled, and he immediately raised the big knife in his hand while drinking.
"Drink! Stop!" Ling Feng was behind him and had already prepared for the opportunity to take action. He held a sharp dagger in his hand. He shouted low and jumped from the horse. In just a moment, he reached the man holding the big knife.
In front of the man.
"Who are you? Help me..."
Before the sturdy man finished speaking, Ling Feng slashed the opponent's throat with a lightning-like knife, and the blood from the artery flew out. Ling Feng did not stop the action in his hand, took the knife and quickly stabbed the opponent's throat.
Several knives were inserted into the chest.
The mercenaries behind were immediately dumbfounded. In broad daylight, someone dared to use such cruel methods. However, they reacted very quickly. The big knife in their hands quickly struck Ling Feng. With Ling Feng's speed, those
The sword was simply out of reach. With the strength in his body and the explosive power of his vitality, his speed definitely made people doubt that he had met a Yuanwu-level powerhouse.
"Ahhh!" Ling Feng's figure was very fast, shuttling between more than a dozen people, like a black ghost. Everyone he passed screamed, and the sword fell to the ground, and they all knelt on the ground.
"If I don't kill you today, don't come again in the future! Anyone who comes will be killed!" Ling Feng just cut off their hand tendons, then moved to the body of the sturdy man, and shouted coldly and lowly!
When the voice fell, the remaining twelve mercenaries covered their wounds in pain and stared fiercely at Ling Feng under the bamboo hat. Some climbed on the horse, and one of them kept looking at Ling Feng unwillingly.
He also looked over. Although his face was in darkness, his cold eyes could not be ignored.
"Who are you, the one who dares to kill my Balang hunting team!" The man who hated Ling Feng finally shouted and asked.
"Hmph! It seems that you hate me too much!?" Ling Feng clenched the dagger in his hand again. He let them go because they were just his subordinates. The person in front of him was obviously very hostile. This kind of enemy must not be tolerated.
Stay, he said coldly.
"The person under your feet is my cousin. You said..."
Before the man finished speaking, Ling Feng had already closed his eyes and followed the other person, getting very close to his face. When the other person saw Ling Feng's young face clearly in the darkness, the bags under his eyes twitched, but the bags on his neck had already been wiped away.
One knife, and I can no longer speak.
Afterwards, the crowd dispersed one after another, and the corpses on the ground were dragged away by the mercenaries. Lingfeng stood there, a little dazed, and couldn't help but be a little shocked at his own methods. When the battle started, everything was thrown away.
At the back of my mind, all I could think about was tactics and indifference.
Ling Feng's current physical attack basically has no problem killing warriors below the fifth-level Yuanshi. As long as the opponent is not given the opportunity to launch long-range attacks, this is the amazing effect of dual cultivation of mass and element, which is incompatible with the arduous and precise training plan.