This woman's name is Ye Qiu.

It's a mercenary.

Hunting monsters, taking treasures, and selling monster corpses for a living.

Their mercenary group, in Ironclad City, is not very large.

Their head is only in the Martial Saint Realm.

In the group, there are a total of fifteen members.

After eating, Ye Qiu took Lu Xiao to a courtyard.

Above the courtyard, a flag swayed in the wind.

The flag was embroidered with the word "Lingjue".

faintly revealed, a breath of iron and blood.

Outside the compound, several men with fierce bodies were standing up straight with their weapons.

A sharp gaze swept back and forth over passers-by.

On their bodies, there is a faint escape of true yuan, and obviously, they are also cultivators.

"Dark Jin cultivation is a gatekeeper, it seems that your mercenary group still has some strength. ”

Lu Xiao nodded.

"That's nature. ”

Ye Qiu said: "Our mercenary group, although the ranking in the Iron Armor City is not high, but there are not many soldiers, but the essence, we are not a rabble." ”

Walking towards the compound, Ye Qiu said with a proud face.

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Xiao, wanting to see the shock and horror in Lu Xiao's eyes.

However, Lu Xiao had such a cold expression from beginning to end, and he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation at all.

Walking into the compound, a big man greeted him, and he was about to say hello, but suddenly found that behind Ye Qiu, there was a handsome little white face, and his face sank without a trace.

"Ye Qiu, who is this?"

"This is the new guy I've found. ”

Ye Qiu waved his hand casually and said, "The head of the regiment should be there, right?"

"The regimental commander and the others are in the inner courtyard, discussing the matter of entering the mountain in two days. ”

The big man said: "However, the newcomer you are looking for today doesn't seem to have much strength, our mercenary group doesn't accept waste." ”

How keen Lu Xiao was, how could he not sense this big man's hostility towards him.

However, this big man is only a half-step Martial Saint Realm, and he is not the one in charge at first glance.

"Iron Mountain, don't speak if you can't speak. ”

Ye Qiu frowned, and said coldly: "Mr. Lu's strength is naturally recognized by me. ”

Although Lu Xiao's strength has not been determined, he can enter the city in an instant under the gaze of so many people, and his cultivation is absolutely extraordinary.

Moreover, listening to Lu Xiao's tone, his cultivation may even be a god realm!

If it were because the Iron Mountain Pass was unobstructed and let go of a Divine Realm cultivator, it would be too cost-effective.

Tie Shan's expression froze, and the ridicule on his face instantly froze in place.

However, because of Ye Qiu, he couldn't get angry.

"Come with me. ”

Ye Qiu didn't bother to take care of Tie Shan, and took Lu Xiao straight to the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, several people were sitting on stone benches, and on the table was a parchment map.

Lu Xiao inquired about a few people in the inner courtyard, and almost none of them were weak.

The true element in the body is strong, and the scars on the exposed skin alone can prove that these people are all experienced in a hundred battles.

It's not a flower in a greenhouse.

This kind of person is several times stronger than Liu Huang who died in his hands.

And the leader is a middle-aged man.

He was tall, straight and powerful, with a scar at the corner of his eye.

"Boss, I've brought a newcomer here, and he wants to talk to you about the split. ”

Ye Qiu said.

"Divided?"

The middle-aged man with the scar was stunned for a moment, didn't look back, and said, "Didn't I say it?"

"Boss, he's not very happy with the split. ”

Ye Qiu said.

"Not quite satisfied?"

The middle-aged man with the scar was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Lu Xiao, and then said, "Little brother, how much do you want?"

Facing the forced gaze of the middle-aged man with the scar, Lu Xiao did not panic at all, but looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged man with the scar, and said lightly:

"Ninety percent. ”

(End of chapter)