"Can I sit down?" The drunkard dismissed the two juniors and sat on a wooden stool in the corner under everyone's gaze. He asked politely to a guest officer in robes.
The drunkard was so polite that the mercenary in the mercenary bar was tongue-tied. When had I ever seen this "old kid" be so polite to people in Demon Flame City? It seemed that he had never appeared in Demon Flame City before.
"Could it be that this black-robed guest officer who is not strangely dressed is a unique and strong man, or else..." Everyone was full of doubts, but no one dared to inquire.
The mercenaries in the mercenary bar all deal with Warcraft. They know very well that spying on an unknown strong man is sometimes more dangerous than encountering a ferocious Warcraft.
"Didn't you already sit down?"
Looking at the drunkard who had already sat down, the young man in the robe shook his head helplessly, "The bar doesn't seem to be mine. It's your freedom to sit there. I'm saying that you've already sat down, so what are you doing with false greetings?"
With a bamboo hat covering his face and a black robe wrapped around his body, no one could see his face clearly from the outside. The drunkard came to sit down, not because of the man in black robe's dress, but because he couldn't see through the man in black robe's fighting power.
grade.
In Wuling Continent, people with high combat power levels can use the power of soul sense to see the combat power levels of warriors who are weaker than themselves. In the bar, the only people who cannot see through are the guests in black robes and hats, and drunkards have no choice but to come over.
You know, he is the mastermind behind the mercenary bar.
"My friend is not from Demon Flame City."
The drunkard sat down peacefully, took a sip of wine with interest, and asked seemingly unintentionally, but he was inquiring about where he came from. Such questions attracted the curious mercenaries to approach Lao Duo and listen quietly...
"The bar doesn't say it doesn't accept outsiders, right?" A hoarse voice came from the cloak, and the language was cold and emotionless.
"Are you an alchemist?"
The drunkard took a sip of wine and looked at the man in black robes sitting opposite him. He was an enemy and a friend. The drunkard was not afraid, but he did not want to miss the opportunity to make acquaintance with a strong man.
Under the black robe, the young man with frowning eyebrows had a different expression on his face. This expression was hidden by a bamboo hat and could not be seen by a drunkard. His tone was cold, and his voice had an old hollow "No."
"You are just like me." The drunkard took another sip of wine, pointed at the badge on his chest, and stared at the other person with doubts in his eyes.
"Very different."
Under the robe, he finished speaking slightly impatiently, sniffed the wine in the glass, frowned, and raised his thin lips: "Grain and rice make dregs and wine, and dregs and bran make delicacies. Both are grains, and wine is produced in the world.
Sorrow."
The poem sounds like the drunkard exists like air, making the drunkard very helpless and shameless. Even so, the drunkard didn't get angry and use force against you, a strong man who doesn't know the truth. That kind of stupid approach will never happen.
cannot.
A powerful soul force was emitted, and the bar suddenly became quiet. Some mercenaries near the table had beads of sweat on their heads. They were mentally cursing their mothers, but they did not dare to open their mouths. This was really painful but could not express it...
"You are hurting innocent people."
The robe gently picked up the unopened wine on the table under the pressure of the soul, stood up, and walked towards the door. That free and easy confidence directly confiscated all the soul sensibility released by the drunkard.
Leaving indifferently was a naked irony for the drunkard, but even so, the drunkard from Suppressing Demon Flame City did not stand up to stop him.
"I am a passer-by, a passer-by without fighting skills. I took the wine with me. If you are stupid, you have to pay for the wine." Looking at the two silver coins placed on the table, the wine money was only enough for the wine in the cup. He said
The jar of wine I took away...
An alcoholic likes drinking, and regards wine as his life. Usually, others pay for his drinking. Today, he was treated as a fat sheep and slaughtered. This happened for the first time in his life, and the person who paid for it didn't say thank you. He said stay.
The next sentence is "You are blind."
He never dreamed that he would take away the wine right under his nose, and most importantly, he would release his soul pressure. It is hard to say that he is one of the rare ones...
When the drunkard thought about it, cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The soul pressure of the martial spirit level was unimpeded. Even the King of Martial Arts should have reacted. Why? When the drunkard thought of this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his drunken expression suddenly disappeared.
"You and I are both celebrities in Demon Flame City." Ironically, they are just two extremes.
After Luo Tian finished speaking in his mind, he walked around outside, found a deserted place, took off his bamboo hat, took off his robe and cloak, and walked towards Master Baylor's weapon shop...
In the mercenary bar, the drunkard calmed down for a moment and said rashly: "Isn't that right? If you offend that kind of person, shouldn't you not be punished?" Could it be that it's an illusion? "
The drunkard shook his head hard, sobering up his brain that was numbed by alcohol, and walked out of the mercenary bar, only to find that the man in the bamboo hat was no longer there, disappearing into the vast sea of people...
"What did you say?"
In the lobby of Wu's backyard, Wu Qiong with a cold face was still lying on the bed. He had exceeded his practical attribute power. In addition to his legs being broken by Luo Tian, more importantly, his soul power was also greatly damaged.
Without a soul pill to assist in recovery, it would take at least a year for his soul power to recover. This year would definitely be a hardship for him.
Yinlang patted Wu Qiong on the shoulder, showed a kind look, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's easy to kill a good-for-nothing Luo Tian, but that will trigger the backlash of other nobles. You are a noble, and you should understand that what we have to do is
What I want is to make them surrender, control the Luo family, and gain control of the entire Demon Flame City."
Vigorous ambition unfolded in the room, and endless greed eroded his eyes.
"Today the drunkard messed up my good deeds. I have recorded this account. I have arranged for someone to go to the Wilt Chamber of Commerce to ask Master Gu Yue to help you refine the soul pill. It is important for you to recover."
I will go to the southwest tomorrow and ask my master to come out. As long as my master Pingtong comes out, all the bullshit alchemists, drunkards, etc. will stand aside."
After hearing Yin Lang's words, Wu Qiong's eyes lit up. Yin Lang's disciple was a big guy. If he could recruit the backer behind Yin Lang, the Luo family was destined to be killed. It seems that besides Luo Juan, the Luo family also
Shui Lingling Monroe. Thinking of this, Wu Qiong showed a happy smile on his lips: "The blood debt must be repaid with blood. The interest on the legs is waiting to be repaid with Luo Tian's life, and the interest will be the women of the Luo family."
"What can we do to impress your disciples?" You have to know the price of letting a spiritual master take action..." Wu Qiong asked about the items Silver Wolf wanted. The price of a spiritual master's help was not generally high.
"The price is a bit high, but you are not lacking." After Silver Wolf finished speaking, his eyes looked at Wu Qiong with a bright light. Greed was hidden between his eyes.
"I'm not lacking, so what is it? Elder Yinlang, please tell me clearly that as long as I have it, I will definitely give it up." After Wu Qiong finished speaking, his face was absolutely determined, and his desire for revenge had blinded his rational eyes.
Looking at Wu Qiong's expression, Yinlang sighed and said: "To hire a spiritual master, you need at least a spiritual weapon. Although everyone in the master sect can help each other, if there is no hand gift, then the master cannot be hired.
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After hearing this, Wu Qiong showed an embarrassed expression. The family heirloom sword was also bought by his father with a lot of money for self-protection. Now he is giving it away, feeling reluctant to part with it.
But thinking about the watery Monroe and the elegant Luo Juan, gritting their teeth, the price is a bit high. If they can exchange the sword in Luo Lan's hand and conquer the Luo family, it seems that they have made a profit...
Wu Qiong thought of the frost weapon in Luo Lan's hand, smiled, and regained the Luo family. The sword was exchanged for the spirit sword. It seemed that he was not at a disadvantage. It could be said that he killed three birds with one stone. Luo Tian's life plus Luo Juan and Meng's
He made a wrong decision after revealing that all the faces he showed were his own.
"Take the sword!"
The sword in Wu Qiong's hand was handed over to Yinlang, and Yinlang showed a smile of success. The sword came from the Wu family, but Luo Lan had to lie under my crotch. The taste of that crazy woman must be good!
Silver Wolf showed greedy eyes, and the possessiveness in his eyes grew infinitely. No matter when, men would always see women as objects of conquest, and women would always see men as objects of dependence.
Seeing the coldness in Yinlang's eyes, Wu Qiong thought he was hating the Luo family for his injury. His eyes were full of gratitude, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Luo Tian is useless, you and the Luo family are waiting for my revenge."
"Junior Brother Luo Tian, why are you here?"
In Master Baylor's Weapons Shop, a slightly muscular man held a hammer in his hand and stood by the stove with his upper arms raised. He watched Luo Tian come in, stopped hammering, and stepped forward to talk to Luo Tian with a surprised look on his face.
Luo Tian knew that the man in front of him was called Oku. He was Master Baylor's beloved disciple and his senior brother in his studies. Oku's expression when he spoke was not arrogant, disdainful, or contemptuous. His honest language and sincere greetings were very important to such a person.
, Luo Tian still included him as a friend.
"Oku, master, is he here?" After Luo Tian finished speaking, he came up and patted Oku on the shoulder, gave the wine jar in his hand to Oku, and looked around the courtyard.
"Here, in the back, Master heard that you were injured by that boy from the Wu family, and you still plan to go and see it? I didn't expect you to come today." Oku said as he took the wine jar and led Luo Tian in.
**hospital.
"Master, Junior Brother Luo Tian is here."
The honest and loud voice resounded through the backyard. Listening to the wild shouts of his beloved disciple outside, Beile, who was picking up stones, stopped what he was doing and sighed: "Luo Tian is here. I heard that you were beaten by a boy from the Wu family."
Well, little Oku said he wanted me to take him to visit your place tonight? I didn’t expect you to be able to walk around."
After hearing Luobele's words, Luo Tian glanced at Oku gratefully. Oku scratched his head, looked very embarrassed, opened his big mouth, laughed innocently, "Hey..." and handed the wine that Luo Tian brought.
To Belle.
"Mai Yaxiang, the old man's favorite."
Baile enjoyed the wine brought by Luo Tian very much. He pried open the mud seal and looked proud. This wine was ten gold coins per jar, which was enough for an ordinary family of six to eat for half a year. The old blacksmith had not tasted this malt for a long time. The old blacksmith
Belle smelled the wine with a look of enjoyment.
"What's the matter with you coming today?" Looking at Luo Tian who looked hesitant, Belle took a sip of wine, savored the aroma, and let out a series of coughs in his deep voice.
"Master is sick." Looking at Belle who was coughing frequently, Luo Tian asked with concern.
Belle bowed his hand and asked Luo Tian to sit down, "It's not a disease. As you know, if you sit by the stove every day, your heart will get angry. Just take a rest and it will be fine."
"Occupational disease."
Touching the tip of his nose, Luo Tian gave a new definition on this continent. It is probably caused by excessive heart fire and the liver being roasted by charcoal fire for many years. This disease is easy to cure, and the first-class elixir Qinghuo Dan is the best.
Good healing elixir, but it's a pity that I can't make it myself. I don't have a warrior level. I can't make elixirs, but I can't make fire. What a strength!
"You can't buy such a good wine to thank your master, right?" Belle took a stone, threw it aside, and sighed, it was all waste stone. It's a pity that there were too many defective products purchased this time.
Luo Jian picked up the stone and threw it away. He put it in front of his eyes and saw that the mouth had a big round shape. It was made of diamond. The feet were one piece and the mouth was even rounder. It was made of meteorite. How can these treasures be called waste rocks?