Aparos gave Fang Ming a cold look and put away his heavy sword.
For the strong, commitment carries weight.
After agreeing on ten moves, Aparos will not use one more sword.
Of course, Fang Ming did not forget to remind him.
After all, the masters at the top of the Dragon Ranking are not that easy to deal with.
Fang Ming was able to withstand these ten attacks, and he had already tried his best. If he really wanted to continue fighting, he would have to be injured.
Aparos looked at his epee, and there was a crack on the sword's blade.
This--Aparos looked at the sword in disbelief. The blond girl on the side looked at Fang Ming angrily and said in fluent English: "This is the devil's sword, forged from meteorite iron. You
You actually broke such a precious sword?"
Fang Ming smiled and responded in fluent English: "Did you see the knife in my hand?"
"Saw."
"The name of my knife is Jie Niu. It is a magic weapon for killing pigs and cattle. It is made of high-quality black steel."
How could a butcher's knife compare to its master's magic weapon? The blonde's lips trembled with anger.
Aparos stopped the blonde with his eyes. He looked at the knife in Fang Ming's hand with interest.
The knife is very ordinary, no different from an ordinary pig-butchering knife.
But a knife that can leave marks on the devil's sword is by no means an ordinary knife. Aparos made an excessive request: "Fang Ming, I want to see your knife!"
I originally thought that the other party would refuse, but Fang Ming handed it over generously.
Aparos admired it carefully and praised: "What a great knife. What's the name of this knife?"
"The knife to cut off the bull's head."
A string of Chinese words suddenly burst out of Aparos's mouth. Although it was a little awkward, it was better than what most foreigners could say: "The cook eats the cow? Is that what it means?"
This Aparos was also familiar with ancient Chinese books, so Fang Ming nodded.
Aparos admired it again and then handed the knife to Fang Ming.
After the fight, it's time to talk things over.
Aparos returned to his seat, clapped his hands, and four maids came in.
The maids came from distant Greece, with plump and strong figures, and wore long white sacrificial dresses. They walked over with smiles and stood in a row.
"This is my guest." Aparos said calmly and picked up the golden cup in front of him.
A maid came forward and poured the white goat's milk wine into Aparos' golden cup.
At the same time, two maids walked up to Fang Ming.
One gently beat his legs, while the other squeezed his shoulders.
It feels so good to have money!
Fang Ming raised the goat's milk wine and took a sip. He originally planned to take a sip, but the goat's milk wine was too fragrant, so he drank it all in one gulp.
Apparos smiled: "Fang, tell me your reason for coming."
"I'm looking for something."
"what?"
"Tears of the Goddess."
Aparos put down his wine glass, looked at Fang Ming and said: "More than twenty years ago, there was a person who came here, and he was also looking for this thing."
That person was none other than Fang Ming's father, Fang Tianhao.
What can make two heroes, father and son, travel thousands of miles to the Hell Islands? Aparos smiled and said: "I have the Tears of the Goddess. This thing doesn't work for me, but it makes many people crazy because it
It’s related to a legendary treasure.”
While cleaning up his father's belongings, Fang Ming discovered a parchment scroll, which recorded the tears of the goddess.
My father had searched for this thing when he was still alive, because it was related to the treasure - the lost treasure of the ancient Inca Empire.
Although the lost treasure was exciting, it did not interest Aparos.
As the king of the financial world, every dollar he owns is the most loyal soldier, helping him mobilize all resources he can mobilize.
In this materialistic society, what is more magical than money?
Therefore, Aparos does not care about the tears of the goddess.
In its view, this thing is nothing more than a plaything.
But not everyone can easily borrow the Tears of the Goddess from him. There is a price for renting.
Fang Ming looked outside and saw that the sky was getting dark. He had no intention of spending the night on an island thousands of miles away.
At the end of the negotiation, it's all about the conditions.
"Sir Aparos, I wish to borrow this item." Fang Ming said.
Aparos said: "Okay, I have a small condition."
The conditions that allowed Aparos to speak out were quite difficult. Fang Ming frowned and said, "Why do you want to destroy the Japanese army?"
"Because, I hate the Japanese. This is a cruel and murderous nation. They provoked World War II, but they did not repent for the crimes they committed. Especially their bullshit swordsman, who goes around the world at every turn
Showing off force everywhere - in short, I can't stand him! Fang, just teach him a lesson for me!"
Fang Ming gasped: "Sir, this condition is too difficult."
"Why don't I find it difficult?"
"Isn't it difficult for someone who even Your Excellency wants to teach you but can't teach him a lesson?"
The smile on Aparos's mouth froze. He thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll take a step back and let the Japanese army lose half of their combat power----"
Apart from Yagyu, Fang Ming does have this strength.
What's more, he himself has always hated Japan.
My father was killed in an ambush in Japan. This hatred can only be washed away with blood.
However, any negotiation must have equal terms.
A piece of incomplete goddess tear, with half the power of a Japanese gun, this deal is not a good deal.
Fang Ming was meditating there and seemed to be in trance.
Aparos looked at the other person in surprise, closed his eyes, and continued to enjoy the blonde's massage.
Two people are fighting for each other's patience.
Half an hour later, Aparos opened his eyes and said: "Fang Ming, it's time to make a decision. This deal is a good deal for you."
Fang Ming smiled lightly and said, "I also have a condition."
"What conditions?"
"Solomon must participate in this ambush. I am not strong enough alone!"
Aparos smiled like an old fox: "Dear Fang, you are not fighting alone, you have the entire dragon soul behind you."
"I have no right to mobilize the elite power of Dragon Soul. If you insist on doing this, the deal will have to end."
"Don't you want the tears of the goddess?"
"I think! But as far as I know, the goddess tear in your hand is just a fragment. And you are not the only one who owns the fragment, and I only need one fragment!"
After saying that, Fang Ming turned around and left without looking back.
This is a gamble, Fang Ming is making a last ditch effort.
In fact, all the fragments of the goddess must be collected to form the complete tear of the goddess in order to open the secret realm recorded in the parchment.
But the conditions offered by Aparos were too harsh.
It's just borrowing, not owning, and using half of Japan's political power as a bet.
What he gave was the blood and lives of his brothers, but he gave nothing. This was unfair.
Fang Ming hates any injustice imposed on him!
So, he finally took a gamble!
This time, you are betting on your own confidence.
One step, two steps - just when Fang Ming was about to walk out of the hall, Aparos spoke: "Fang, I agree to your terms."
Fang Ming turned around with a smile, Aparos raised his hand, and a dark object was thrown over.
"Fang! Michus will tell you the specific action plan. I hope we can have a happy cooperation!"
“A pleasure to work with!”
Fang Ming walked out of the door with a smile and walked down the steps.
In the square, thirty-six guardians looked at Fang Ming with awe.
In the history of Solomon, only one man entered the temple and escaped unharmed.
That person is Fang Tianhao, known as Satan.
Today, his son also escaped unscathed and destroyed the gate of Solomon's palace.
The strong are always worthy of respect!
The guardians in red separated to both sides and lined up neatly in two rows, as if paying tribute to Fang Ming.
On the plane, the porcupine gnawed on a piece of pig's trotters and said, "Young master is so cool, I can do the same anytime."
The vulture said disdainfully: "Pig, you can do it too!"
Aiolia said: "When?"
The Vulture said: "When he is slaughtered as a sacrifice to the gods, there will be thirty-six red-clad Dharma protectors who will kowtow respectfully!"
The porcupine immediately felt that the pig's trotters in his hands tasted like chewing gum----
Fang Ming got on the plane and immediately ran to the back row: "Vulture, give me a basin."
"what?"
"I want to vomit."
"If you want to vomit, just vomit."
"That's what you said."
Fang Ming opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bruised blood, which happened to be sprayed on the vulture's bald head.
The white bald head and the bright red blood looked so distinct that everyone in the cabin laughed.