Time flies, a month flies, Lu Feng'er has a rare day to rest after receiving the work today, and she doesn't go to soak in the thunder pulp.

After this period of training, Lu Fenger's perception of the power of space has become clearer and clearer, and she is gradually getting better.

He stretched his waist and said hello to Mu Xu, who was training, "I'm out!"

"yes, okay!" Mu Xu replied waving the sword in his hand without looking back.

Lu Feng'er went out and walked towards the tavern, muttering in her heart, "What's the matter with this old boy, it's still so mysterious!"

Thinking of those words, Lu Fenger wanted to laugh, it was really ugly enough.

After a small road, because it had snowed a few days ago, there was still some white color on the back of the hut, and it looked a little romantic.

On that path, because the snow had melted, some places had become very muddy, which made Lu Feng'er walk as if she was practicing footwork, jumping left and right, so as not to step on the pit.

In front of the door, several old people sat together in twos and threes chatting, and when they saw Lu Feng'er, they smiled at him. Often passing by here, Lu Feng'er seemed to be much more familiar with them, so he nodded at the old people, and greeted them with a smile, "Ah Po, Ah Gong!"

Hearing this, the smile on the old man's face became more and more intense, and he responded happily, "What kind of boy, so polite! If my daughter is here, I will marry my daughter to him!"

Another quipped, "Your daughter can be a at this age, and marry him!"

"Hey, I haven't seen her for more than ten years!" The old man who had just started to speak showed a trace of sadness on his face, shook his head and sighed, "It's too difficult to come back!"

Lu Feng'er's footsteps were fast, and not long after, he arrived at the central street of the town. Today's central street is rarely crowded with people, probing their brains one by one, and it is noisy.

Lu Feng'er couldn't help it when she saw this, so she had to squeeze inside, but she provoked a lot of scolding. It's just that they are all newcomers, and as soon as those old people saw that it was Lu Feng'er, they took the initiative to give way, you must know that this kind-looking little guy can even kill the Giant King!

After squeezing for a while, he squeezed out of the crowd, and when he saw it, he was stunned. Everyone gathered in a big circle here, a very large circle, and the two figures in the circle were staggered and contended.

"Isn't this a heads-up?" Lu Feng'er also experienced it once, a long time ago, that one was still a battle with a bamboo pole, but today's circle was more than three times larger than the last time he circled.

Lu Feng'er fixed her eyes, "Eh, there is an acquaintance in the circle!"

It's the old man with a long name, but now no one calls him by his name, and more calls him an old rascal.

Lu Feng'er had also heard that most of the fifth-level martial arts mercenary groups in the town had gone south, and only three remained here, Dark Fang, Storm, and the mercenary group led by this old hooligan.

Don't look at the long name of this mercenary group, the old man gave himself a longer nickname. Although this name is big, and it is also taboo, but the old man has no great ability, and he is a little disgusting, and he can only bully and bully the small, but he doesn't offend too much.

In addition, his seniority is not small in the mercenary world, so not many people suppress him. After all, they all come out to mix, and sometimes people will care about some faces and influences.

However, it is inevitable that the name of his mercenary group will be ridiculed. Moreover, he is the kind of character that bullies the soft and does not provoke the hard, which is quite shameful.

But anyway, he's pretty good in this little place.

Because he understands the truth that there is a degree of relaxation, bullying people is bullying people, and it is all up to the point, which is the wisdom that he has lived for many years.

Most of the mercenary groups have suffered a dumb loss, if there is a fourth-level martial artist who breaks through to a fifth-level martial artist........ On the one hand, it is not enough to just break through the strength, and now the old man has gained a lot of opportunities in the snowy region, and he has seen a lot of rejuvenation, and his strength has also grown a little.

In addition, even if the strength is enough, I don't bother to kill the old man for this little money, otherwise I will definitely have to lose some manpower, not to mention, and I can't even hang my face.

So the old man still has a good time here.

It's just that today it was an accident, and someone actually went to the old man's trouble.

Someone in the crowd raised their fists and shouted, "Crazy knife, crazy knife!"

The man with a scar on his face heard the cry as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he wielded the big knife in his hand more vigorously.

All of a sudden, the old man was losing ground.

But the so-called long-term will be lost, suddenly, the wild knife that had the upper hand freed his legs, kicked the old man's chest hard, and the old man spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof', and retreated again and again.

Seeing the red, the shouts in the crowd were even louder.

For this reason, the crazy knife was proud of the spring breeze, laughed, strode meteors, and raised the big knife is a fierce slash, which made the old man scramble, and finally couldn't parry, and sat on the ground with a butt, shouting to admit defeat.

Crazy Knife stopped his hand and asked with a sneer, "Admit defeat?"

The old man hurriedly nodded and said, "I admit defeat!"

Hearing this, Crazy Knife covered his face and laughed. After laughing for a while, a fierce look suddenly flashed on his face. Lu Feng'er's eyes froze, and she secretly screamed that it was not good.

Sure enough, he grinned cruelly and said, "In my dictionary, there is no such thing as admitting defeat!"

With that, he raised his broadsword, which glowed with golden light, and slashed down at the old man. The old man obviously didn't expect this, and suddenly his face turned pale with shock, and his brain went blank.

The crowd erupted in exclamation.

But when the long knife almost split the old man in two, a sword with a scabbard struck the blade, and the long knife was slightly off, and it slashed into the air.

In the crowd, there was a sudden sigh.

"Everyone has admitted defeat, it's too much for you to do this, right?" Lu Feng'er suddenly appeared next to the old man and said coldly.

It's not that he has a good impression of the old man, it's just that he thinks it's not good to do this, and out of morality, he subconsciously wants to take care of it.

Crazy Dao turned his head, glanced at Lu Feng'er coldly, and was suddenly stunned, "Third-level martial artist?"

Immediately, he grinned, raised his eyebrows and laughed, "A third-level martial artist dares to come and be a hero?"

After that, he directly lifted the long knife and slashed towards Lu Feng'er without saying a word.

But Lu Feng'er struck faster, and reversed the hilt of the sword and slammed it the jaw of the mad knife, making a tooth-wrenching sound of bones shattering.

The jaw of the mad knife flattened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person immediately rolled his eyes, drew a perfect parabola in the air, fell to the ground, and fainted.

The crowd exploded, and the old mercenaries were flushed with excitement and shouted loudly, "Legend!

Those mercenaries who had scolded Lu Feng'er for squeezing them suddenly covered their mouths, a cold sweat broke out on their backs, and they secretly rejoiced, "Fortunately, this guy has a good temper!"

The old man was stunned, and looked at Lu Feng'er in a daze, Lu Feng'er didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked straight out of the crowd. For a while, the crowd gave way one after another, as if they were sending off the incredible third-level martial artist in front of them.

After Lu Feng'er left, the crowd became lively, and they all asked, who is this master who can't see the reality?

The members of the old mercenary group pretended to be uncles at this time, and after a few glances, they realized something: "If you ask me so, I'm going to tell you?"

The group of newcomers laughed and said, "Brother, I'll invite you to drink!"

"Is that what it sounds like, let's go!" said them, and they walked towards the tavern with their shoulders hooked.

When the crowd had dispersed, the old man stood up, patted his buttocks, and turned pale. remembered that he had provoked Lu Feng'er before, and he was afraid for a while.

Because he heard that this kid killed the Giant King before, but he thought it was with the help of some favorable time, place and people, no, the wind god and the wolf king were also present!

And today, after he really saw Lu Feng'er's shot, he couldn't help but feel weak, 'At this level, Lao Tzu can't beat him!'

As everyone knows, he still thinks highly of himself.

Then, he glanced at the crazy knife that was fainted on the ground, and for a while, he stepped on his face a few times, and scolded while stepping on it, "Fuck your mother's dog thing, and I want to kill Lao Tzu, I'll fuck your mother, fuck your mother!"

After stepping on it a few times, he felt still angry, thought about it, and regardless of whether anyone was watching, he directly pulled down his crotch and urinated on his mouth, and the air smelled of noise.

When I arrived at the tavern, it was Wang Chong who stood in the tavern. After this period of hard training, Wang Chong's foundation has been condensed a lot, and he is standing there with full aura.

If it weren't for the tavern owner who asked him to polish his foundation, he might have broken through to a fifth-level martial artist.

Seeing Lu Feng'er coming, he pointed to the back of the tavern and motioned for Lu Feng'er to go there.

Lu Feng'er smiled and asked, "What the hell is going on, so mysterious?"

Wang Chong just replied with a smile on his face: "You will know when you go!"

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