Meng Lang really thought he had misheard.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Tao actually plotted to assassinate himself here.

What's even worse is that he actually colluded with the mercenary team outside to find trouble for himself.

He really thinks of himself.

Meng Lang said very unhappily in his heart.

"You beat people to death in front of everyone, and he doesn't trouble you, then there are ghosts. ”

The drunkard's voice sounded in Meng Lang's mind.

"The conscience of heaven and earth, I really don't want to fight him, he sent people thousands of miles away, blame me?"

Meng Lang said very wrongly in his heart.

It's not that Meng Lang is conceited, although Zhou Tao claims to be the first person among the students, but the cultivation of the bronze hunter level, Meng Lang is really not interested in fighting him.

Of course, if Meng Lang's thoughts at this time were known by Zhou Tao, he was afraid that he would be able to anger himself to death again.

But then again, this Zhou Tao is really enough to carry it.

The third watch stayed away from the school in the middle of the night and hid here to plot an assassination, but he could still meet Meng Lang halfway to intercept him, how can this be reasonable?

"It seems that I won't be able to participate in tomorrow's practical class, and if I have time to fight, it is better for me to find a quiet place to drink and sleep. ”

Meng Lang secretly made up his mind in his heart.

In fact, Meng Lang really didn't know that there was a practical class tomorrow.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Lang is sure to participate in the practical class, and he can not go to the usual assessment competition.

But as a hunter, it is my duty to hunt demonic beasts.

The practical class is to find Warcraft for actual combat training.

If Meng Lang didn't participate, he would be spurned by hunters all over the continent, and even expelled from the school.

Even if he wants to make a show, Meng Lang must be present.

But now in such a situation, Meng Lang is definitely unable to go.

"You're so cowardly!"

The drunkard's voice came with disdain.

"I call this strategic evasion. ”

Meng Lang corrected.

As time passed, in the second half of the night, the guests dispersed, and the men swept the floor and closed the door.

Zhou Tao and the man called Captain Knife have also left the scene.

If it weren't for Meng Lang who still had big things to do, he would definitely teach Zhou Tao a lesson.

The whole liquor shop fell completely silent.

"The time has come. ”

A hint of coldness flashed in Meng Lang's eyes, and he straightened the black on his face and broke down directly from the roof.

"Who!"

The old man with the goatee, who was tapping on the abacus carefully in front of the counter, was taken aback.

"Your dad!"

Meng Lang took a leap, and a leg whip had already reached the front of the goatee.

Meng Lang has never had the habit of talking nonsense before fighting.

What's more, this wine shop is close to the City Lord's Mansion, and the movement here will soon alarm the city guards.

In any city inhabited by humans, under normal circumstances, it is not allowed to fight privately.

So Meng Lang needs to fight quickly.

"Look for death. ”

The goatee old man was furious.

At first, he was really taken aback by Meng Lang, but when he felt that the energy fluctuations on Meng Lang's body were only after a third-level bronze hunter.

He just calmed down completely.

The third-level bronze hunter is only three hundred catties of huge strength.

A punch can stun a bull, but it can't threaten him.

When he raised his hand to block, the old man's shriveled arm with a goatee had turned into eagle claws, and he grabbed Meng Lang's face trickily.

He wanted to see who ate the bear's heart and the leopard had the courage to make trouble in his wine shop.

"Huh, Lord of the Castle?"

However, at this moment, Meng Lang suddenly looked in the direction of the gate and was shocked.

The old man with the goatee was shocked.

His identity cannot be revealed, he is just the owner of a liquor store on the surface.

In front of the Lord of Wushi City, he would never be able to reveal his cultivation.

As soon as he thought of this, the old man's hand with the goatee was retracted with lightning speed.

And instinctively turn his head and look back.

"Boom!"

However, at the moment when the old man with the goatee turned his head, there was a muffled sound.

Meng Lang slammed his fist into the old man's chest.

The old man with the goatee flew out upside down, knocking over the row of wine jars behind him.

At the same time as a mouthful of old blood spurted out, he glared at Meng Lang in humiliation and anger.

"You cheat!"

The old man with a goatee covered his chest, hating to devour Meng Lang alive.

The most important thing is that Meng Lang obviously only has the cultivation of a third-level bronze hunter, and this punch is actually so terrifying.

This punch is no less than a thousand catties, which is already comparable to the average first-level gold hunter.

Even if he was a second-level gold hunter, he was already seriously injured when he was caught off guard.

"You said that you are a deacon of the Beast God Temple, and you can still fall into such a childish position when you are old, how stupid do you say you are?"

Meng Lang was not ashamed, but sarcastically proud.

As an orphan, Meng Lang has long learned the truth of not getting tired of deceit.

He's not a hero, and if he survives, that's more important than anything else.

"Who the hell are you? ...... Do you know who I am?"

The old man with the goatee was startled again.

He has been dormant in Wushi City for more than ten years, and he honestly runs this small wine shop here.

Never reveal his cultivation in front of others, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to penetrate his identity.

Who is this man in black in front of him?

Meng Lang was silent, took a bow and shot an arrow, and an illusory bow and arrow appeared in Meng Lang's hand.

"So it's you?"

The old man with the goatee finally knew Meng Lang's identity.

Sagittarius zodiac hunters, let alone Wushi City, are rare even in the royal capital.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come to deal with me alone, you think too highly of yourself. ”

The old man with the goatee burst into a burst of excitement.

Even though he was injured, he was a second-level gold hunter after all, and he was the deacon of the Beast God Temple.

He slapped his sleeve, and a sleeve arrow that he had just quietly loaded shot at Meng Lang.

At the same time, the archer arrow in Meng Lang's hand also got out of his hand.

"A hundred steps through Yang!"

"Ding!"

The next moment, the sound of metal striking sounded, and the sleeve arrow was shot by Meng Lang impartially.

The shooter's arrow exploded, and the Hidden Arrow was missed.

The old man with the goatee turned around and was about to break through the window and flee.

Yes, after the old man with the goatee was injured, he didn't plan to fight Meng Lang hard, he just needed to buy a little time to escape, and then try to make a comeback later.

"I'll be back...... Oh! no......"

However, before the old man with the goatee could jump out of the window, a strange creature that looked like a dog and not a dog appeared outside the window.

The monster's body shimmered with a faint green light, and it bit the old man's neck like lightning.

Fatal with one hit.

Four blood holes were in the throat of the old man with a goatee, and blood was pouring out.

The next moment, the monster that looked like a dog and not a dog threw off the old man with a goatee, and returned to Meng Lang's side in a jump, turning into starlight and disappearing into Meng Lang's body.

"It's a hound...... You...... It's still alienated...... Alienated Hunter ......"

The old man with the goatee didn't blink his eyes, clutching his throat and struggling in pain, and He Nai's life was broken.

"It's just that you know too many secrets. Alas...... It's a pity that these good wines are good!"

Meng Lang looked at the wine on the ground next to the corpse with great regret.

Although these were just cheap drinks, they flowed away in vain, and Meng Lang still felt a pain in his heart.

"If you don't leave, the city guards will arrive. ”

The drunkard's voice sounded in Meng Lang's mind again.

In addition to the drunkard's keen sense of smell, his hearing is equally terrifying.

It had heard the city guards assembled.

Meng Lang no longer hesitated, stepped forward and groped for a while on the corpse of the old man with a goatee, and then walked out of the window.