"Drum it up, Buck, don't you always boast that your meteor hammer can smash a whale's head? This Western kid's arm isn't even half as thick as yours!"

"Buck, give me all the strength you have to feed! I'll put a gold coin on you!"

"Hey....ouch! It's this Western kid who wins!"

"Fuck off, you useless shit. Who's going to call Master Kaz?"

Feng Yinqiu shook his slightly sore wrist and looked at the lively scene around him a little speechlessly, he really didn't expect things to turn out like this.

At first, he was actually just trying to find a way to solve the somewhat embarrassing scene, and by the way, he just wanted to ask some questions, and when he saw that there were two tables of seafarers wrestling their wrists there, he casually found such a way to bet with the drunken Marl, who knew that after winning, he immediately attracted a large crowd of people. A Westerner who looked thin actually won the fat and strong Mar who was not weak, such a strange and rare thing immediately became the biggest lively attraction in this tavern, among which naturally some people were dissatisfied and wanted to bet again, and after losing, the lively level immediately went up to the next level, and some people began to open the bet money, and now this strong man who had just beaten was already the fourth person.

These people are either mercenaries with superior strength, or combat-type seamen who fight with sea beasts with spears all year round, even the worst old Marr before is worthy of the strength of three or four ordinary people, and they can cope with it purely by the strength of their muscles and muscles, and Feng Yinqiu really feels a little tired.

But on the other hand, Feng Yinqiu's mood is not bad. These Euros are rude and straightforward and have no scheming, and they don't even have the idea of caring for face, and those who lose will honestly retreat, their eyes full of shock and admiration, and they don't even say anything about the scenes. The people around him followed suit, but the eyes that looked at him no longer had the contempt they had before.

This kind of cool and direct is really similar to the barbarians in those foreign lands in Shenzhou. Relatively speaking, Feng Yinqiu prefers to get along with this kind of person, and he doesn't have so many ghost eyes and is not so tired.

And the bet of wrestling the wrist, by the way, also continued the previous and the old Marr, if you win, you can pay for the wine, and if you lose, you will answer the situation of the Shenzhou people on this European continent, and their views on the Shenzhou people, that is, the Westerners in their mouths. Naturally, Feng Yinqiu asked Pastor Arnold about this question, but perhaps because of politeness, or because he didn't pay much attention to it, Pastor Arnold just politely said that it was a foolish prejudice, and asked him not to care, and did not say much. It is also at this time to ask these middle and lower-class people in the market, and you can know some down-to-earth substantive answers.

"They are all unbelievers. Even if they go to the temple to worship or donate, they always have other purposes, and they are not religious, and those who have never seen them receive divine graces...... The unbelievers are lowly, and they can do anything without the guidance and counsel of the gods..."

"I heard that they worship the spirits of their ancestors just like the orc barbarians of the south. But I don't think they're even religious, and I used to deal with a Westerner who asked him to swear in the name of his ancestors, and he still lied to me. They are very good at business, but they always like to play tricks, and it is very tiring to do business with them... No, it's not all like that, there are good people, it's just that some people are very annoying......"

"Some of them are very smart, but they are all bad breeds, and they basically don't dare to conflict with others, and they don't have anything to fight...... Ah, of course you're not, you must be a very good fighter and very personable..."

“......”

“......”

After asking these people, the others also talked a lot, and after listening to it, Feng Yinqiu probably understood that the contempt of these European natives for the Shenzhou people was not because of different races. In the alien continent of Euro, even many dwarves, mixed barbarians, mixed orcs and mixed elves can integrate into the normal life of human society, and a small group of black-haired and yellow-skinned exotics is relatively inconspicuous. What makes them think this way seems to be differences in cultural practices.

If you think about it, it's not too strange that the wind is singing. Almost all of the people who lived in this European continent came from the period of the previous dynasty seventy or eighty years ago to escape the disaster of the Demon Cult. At that time, Confucianism was deeply rooted in the marrow of the people's hearts, and few people even believed in Buddhism, and the gods of the alien continent naturally did not put it in their eyes, and many people moved from the family, and the Confucian family ruled the family very strictly, I am afraid that the sons and grandsons born after this European continent, and the old people in the family are never allowed to believe in these alien gods.

As for what kind of treacherous and deceitful people, it is probably the nature of some businessmen and ordinary people mixed in them, and there will never be a shortage in the land of China. Relatively speaking, it should be said that these ordinary Euro people are too solid-eyed, just like many Yunzhou people in the land of Shenzhou, they also feel that the Central Plains people are cunning and untrustworthy.

"Alright, it's my turn to try. I've got a lot of topics to talk about Westerners here. ”

Another stout man sat in front of Feng Yinqiu, and couldn't wait to swing the ordinary man's thigh-thick arm up. Losing is just answering a few topics that everyone knows, and winning can be exempted from paying for wine, this kind of opportunity is of course to try, not to mention that these people's competitive curiosity has long been stimulated, and it still takes a lot of effort for this big man to grab this position.

Feng Yinqiu shook his wrist and was about to speak, but Pastor Arnold, who was standing next to him, spoke first: "Mr. Feng has already defeated five people in a row, shouldn't he be allowed to rest?" Turning his head and asking Xiang Feng Yinqiu, "Mr. Feng, do you want to continue?" I see if this is the end of it......

Pastor Arnold had always been a little overwhelmed by Feng Yinqiu's rivalry with these big men, but now when he saw that he was slightly tired, he immediately came up to persuade him. Feng Yinqiu himself really didn't plan to continue to dwell on this issue, and he knew everything he should know, so he nodded and said to the strong men around him: "If it's about Westerners, I don't have anything to ask." What I want to know now is, have any foreign mages come to this city of Oss, and if so, where? If you have any news about it, then you can. ”

"Ahh Of course..."The big man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes rolled around, looking like he wanted to talk nonsense, but before he could speak, another voice sounded: "I know, why don't you let me try?"

Everyone looked at the voice, but it was a middle-aged man in shabby leather armor. Immediately, someone exclaimed: "Lord Gawain, Lord Gawain, who is the hand of guardianship!"

Feng Yinqiu also recognized this middle-aged man, who was one of the several temple masters who had been invited by Roy Nala that day. He still remembered that the middle-aged man's face was tired that day, and now it seems that it is still like that, as if he has not had a good rest for several days in a row.

"Lord Gawain. Pastor Arnold also stood up, bowed to the middle-aged man named Gawain, and then introduced to Feng Yinqiu: "Mr. Wind, this is Lord Gawain, the chief guardian knight of the Guardian Hand Church in Osstar City. ”

After two days of reading the texts and asking Pastor Arnold, Feng Yinqiu also knew a lot about the religion on the continent. This Guardian Hand is one of many churches on this continent that believes in the 'Guardian'. Compared to nature gods such as the sun god and the queen of storms, the 'guardians' are only subordinate gods, just like the gods of war and the gods of creation, which are born and worshiped because of human life. However, the 'protection' of its teachings is considered a pure and good way, and it not only has a good relationship with all the churches, but also has an excellent reputation among the grassroots people. Seeing this Gawain knight coming, everyone around him gave way, even the mercenaries with a face full of flesh and meat who looked unruly at first glance. Feng Yinqiu also stood up and arched his hand: "Hello, Lord Gawain." ”

Gao Wen also smiled and learned to bow his hand to the wind: "Hello, guest from the West." I didn't expect to see you here. May I ask you why you want to inquire about an alien mage?"

"Because I'm also a mage, I came to this continent to see the spells that can be cast on this land with the help of magic nets. Since the noble mages in Osstar City are not interested in meeting me, I would like to ask if there are any foreign mages. ”

As soon as Feng Yinqiu's words came out, there was an uproar all around, and those big men were all full of disbelief and shouted: "What? This guy said he was a mage? Is this a joke?"

"I think there must be a special wrist training in the training of mage apprentices in the West. ”

"No! he must have performed a strange Western magic just now, and it was I who won by relying on Western magic techniques!"

"What a surprise, I didn't see that you were actually a mage. Gao Wen was also slightly surprised, looked Feng Yinqiu up and down again, and then sat down opposite him and stretched out his right hand. "Anyway, there's no reason why I shouldn't follow the old rules, and I want to see the magic of Western magic. So as long as you win, I can tell you what you want. Do you need to take a break?"

"No, I don't. Feng Yinqiu smiled. After moving his wrist and taking a deep breath, he swept away his previous slight tiredness and reached out to hold Gawain's hand.

Gao Wen's hand was large, very slender, the joints were soft, and every tendon on it was full of amazing elasticity, and Feng Yinqiu knew as soon as he grasped it that this was a hand that only a swordsman could have. He had seen it before when he was on the ship, the swordsmanship on the Euro continent paid more attention to the battle array, and the long sword on Gao Wen's waist seemed to be no different from those swordsmen, but what he had in this hand was all about controlling Ruyi, mellow and soft, which was far beyond the shackles of the martial arts type itself, just like the Shenzhou rivers and lakes from the outside to the inside, from the outer door kung fu to practice the true strength of the inner family, it can be regarded as a first-class grandmaster who has entered the sainthood beyond the saint.

As for whether such a hand has extraordinary strength, Feng Yinqiu has no doubt at all. This hand represents just not being good at strength, but at a certain level, no matter how bad it is, it is enough to make ordinary people who are good at it out of reach.

"Let's get started. Gao Wen said lightly, and Feng Yinqiu felt the power on his wrist begin to press towards him. Seeing that the two had begun to fight, the surrounding Euros also began to shout and clamor, and the sound of these already rough seamen and mercenaries shouting together was simply deafening, some cheering for Gawain, some taking out money to bet, and some simply howling.

Compared to the noise around them, the expressions on their faces were calm, at most only slightly focused, only the trembling arms and the table showed the power of the staggered squeezing in their hands.

There were two clicks, and the table under the elbows of the two began to crack. Soon, the fine oak table became like a cracker, bursting and crumbling into a pile of broken wood with a dense click. But the posture of the two did not change in the slightest, and they still held their hands in the air, trembling slightly.

The onlookers and mercenaries shouted even more excitedly, and the intertwined sounds seemed to lift the roof of the tavern, and the expressions of the two were still flat, but a faint white light began to slowly appear on Gawain's body, and a touch of blood lit up in Feng Yinqiu's seemingly calm eyes.

Gala Gala, the floor under the feet of the two is also constantly cracking, crumbling, and deforming. Gawain's feet sank deep as if they had stepped on soft mud, and Feng Yinqiu's feet were pure shattering, shattering, as if his not burly body had suddenly increased in weight a thousand times. The white light around Gao Wen's body gradually became richer, like a layer of condensed mist, but it did not hinder the sight in the slightest. The blood in Feng Yinqiu's eyes became more and more intense, his facial expression did not change, he still looked calm and unwavering, but it looked like it gave people a sense of fierceness and hideousness for no reason, as if under the humanoid appearance was a wild and ferocious beast, and some of the more timid seafarers and drinkers around him did not dare to look at him anymore.

Gradually, on the ground between the two, some small sawdust began to float, and the seafarers who were gathered in the innermost circle suddenly felt that the air was full of indescribable oppressive feelings, as if a huge storm was about to strike, but the noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere around them immediately made them forget this illusion, and only a few mercenaries in the crowd who were more well-dressed and temperamental showed a slight look of shock on their faces.

Compared to some mercenaries wearing shabby chain mail and leather armor, these people have relatively complete armor and well-maintained weapons, and they are obviously the best among mercenary adventurers. They didn't shout along with the other seafarers and mercenaries, but just watched quietly in the crowd, and it was only then that the faces began to change. First shocked, followed by a hint of panic, two people quietly retreated, and the other two or three seemed to be surrounded by several companions, and hurriedly pulled their companions backwards together.

The wood chips floating in the air are getting bigger and bigger, at first they were still some pieces the size of rice grains, and now there are fingernail pieces of wood chips that are the size of fingernails are beginning to rise, if you look closely, you can find that those pieces are not weightless and floating, as if they are the result of several pressures constantly squeezing each other, and there are constantly larger wood chips breaking into fine powder, and the floating pieces of wood chips are also trembling slightly, left and right. At this time, some of the drinkers and seafarers closest to the two had already covered their chests and looked left and right, and they all heard an inexplicable low voice sounding out of nowhere, and even the internal organs in their bodies were vibrating.

The noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere had become strange and oppressive, and in addition to the high-ranking mercenaries who could see that something was wrong and had withdrawn early, some of the originally high-spirited drinkers also instinctively sensed the danger, and quietly moved away from Feng Yinqiu and Gao Wen, as if there was a condensed storm there, or a suppressed volcano was about to erupt.

Pastor Arnold was already pale-faced and sweating profusely. Standing in the nearest place, of course, he had already realized that something was wrong, but he didn't know whether to stop it or how to stop it. The knuckles of the fingers pinching the Sun God Emblem were already pale because they were too hard, but they didn't dare to use any magic indiscriminately.

But with a long sigh from Gawain, it all vanished like an illusion. The white light around him gradually dissipated, and the fragments of wood chips that were squeezed in the air by inexplicable force fell one after another, and the oppressive aura in the tavern also dissipated suddenly, only a gust of wind suddenly blew out between him and Feng Yinqiu, blowing in all directions, and then calmed down.

"Well, I throw in the towel. Gao Wen let go of his hand and stood up, reached out to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked at Feng Yinqiu and smiled. "I originally wanted to see Western magic, but I didn't know that I couldn't let you use it even if I tried my best. ”

"I can't say it's a victory. Feng Yinqiu also stood up. As soon as he stood up, the wooden chair he had just sat on under him made a soft noise and turned into a cloud of fine wood chips. Compared with the wooden chair that Gao Wen was sitting on, it was still basically intact, and if it was placed on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, it could be said that it was a superior judgment. However, the surrounding Euro Heroes didn't seem to care about this, just shouted vigorously.

"What? Lord Gawain actually threw in the towel, and he said that this Westerner didn't use spells!"

"It's hard to believe, is Lord Gawain deliberately admitting defeat?"

"No, maybe it's because he's not healed from his injuries from fighting the cultists. ”

"But this Westerner is really powerful... Oh, I'm glad those Westerners in the port weren't so good, otherwise they would have looked good two days ago. ”

"You two... Reverend Arnold wiped the sweat from his head and let out a long breath, the fading blood finally returning to his face, as if he was the most tired person just now.

Rubbing his slightly sore arm, feeling the surprised and admiring eyes of the people around him, Feng Yinqiu didn't feel proud, but was slightly alert. His sentence just now was not self-humble, before the two of them used real power, but the momentum of the drum was controlled by the other party within a very small range, not allowing it to leak out and hurt people, it can be said that with a pair of invisible shackles to compete with him, even if the other party took the initiative to take the lead in dissipating the strength and opened his mouth to admit defeat, he was afraid that he couldn't control it.

The martial arts on the European continent are not as diverse as those on the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, there are all kinds of things such as the secret traditions of the inner and outer families, and they are basically the same way, after tempering the flesh, muscles and bones, strengthening the essence and vitality, and blood, with the help of the belief in the gods, to stimulate the power of fighting energy. This fighting spirit is similar to the outer gang, the inner source of essence and vitality and blood, and the external access to the gods of heaven and earth that he believes in, and in general, he is biased towards the path of Shinto. Feng Yinqiu had already seen one or two when he was in Shenzhou, and he always felt that it was quite inferior to the breadth and profundity of Shenzhou's martial arts, but the control of strength shown by Knight Gawain just now was round and delicate, and he was a first-class player even in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou. It seems that the characters on this European continent really can't be underestimated.

"Young man, you don't look like a mage. Are you the servant of any of your gods on the Western Continent?" Gawain's eyes were rather playful. This Westerner claimed to be a mage, but he didn't see the appearance of a mage, this young man was not inferior to some high-level warriors in terms of pure physical strength, even if the use of power was quite rough, it was by no means the kind of mage who shrunk in the mage tower and meditated and fiddled with all day long. Maybe the tradition of the mages of the Western Continent will not be like that and they will not stay still in their nests for a month or two, but there is absolutely no reason to temper such a tempered body.

What's more, he didn't feel the slightest arcane fluctuation just now, but it was clearly a unique aura of divine blessings, not any god he was familiar with, but a bit like the beast gods believed in by those orcs in the south, wild and wild. If it weren't really impossible, he almost thought that the man in front of him was a half-orc warrior from the southern prairies.

"No, it's just that I've occasionally received a gift from the gods. I'm really just a mage. Feng Yinqiu smiled. His body has been washed by the power of the wolf god, and his muscles, bones, qi and blood are not inferior to any Sidi warrior, and there is a trace of true god aura lurking in the depths, but it is a pity that his cultivation in martial arts is really not very good, but it is a pity that this great opportunity. Just now, he stimulated a trace of divinity between his qi and blood, of course, he couldn't hide Gao Wen, a master who was biased towards Shinto. "Okay, now can you tell me about the alien mage?"

"Of course. Gawain shrugged, looked at the mess around him, and smiled wryly. "But it's better if we move somewhere, of course, we'll have to lose money to Old Thumb first. ”