"Boy, do you think you can be arrogant by taking advantage of Lord Olt's carelessness? You despicable villain who doesn't even dare to reveal your identity card! If you don't want to die, quickly kneel down and apologize to Master Cade! ”

Behind Cade, a dogleg pointed at Lu Kaifeng and scolded. Seeing this, several of the other servants also cursed. From the time they came in, they didn't have room to play until now, and now that they have found an opportunity, of course, they have to seize it tightly. In their eyes, Ault was a powerful adventurer of the fifth order of the Iron Rank, and although he had been working under Bela Winter for the past few years, they had all heard about the deeds of Aort who had killed the Earth Wurm. And a guy on the opposite side who can't even see the identity card, either the level is too low to show it, or the strength is extremely strong and doesn't want to show off, in their opinion, of course it is the former, if he is strong, with his eye-catching appearance, they would have remembered it a long time ago. As for Oult being repulsed, who hasn't missed the time?

Thinking of this, the confidence of the servants was a little stronger, coupled with Lu Kaifeng's silence and the power of Bella Winter, they became more and more bold. When Cade saw this situation, he clasped his hands on his chest, and his handsome face was full of pride, as if Lu Kaifeng's head had been trampled under his feet.

And Ratch is silent, although he is a businessman, but he has traveled around the continent for many years, and his insight is beyond the ordinary people. He had also heard a little about the adventurer named Oort, after all, the Earth Wurm was not an ordinary monster. In his opinion, Ault is taciturn, but his momentum is as aggressive as a dragon, and this kind of person will definitely go all out once he makes a move, and there is no carelessness. Ratch believed in his eyes, the shot just now would not be so easy to defuse in that situation, and he would often hire adventurers of the Iron or even Mithril level, and he would not be mistaken. But the strange-looking man next to him easily repelled Aort. He didn't see what happened at that moment, but judging from the results at that time, the strength of this young man who looked similar to the demon race was not low, at least it was also at the level of fine iron, or even higher, if that was the case, on credit...

Ratch made up his mind, if this young man still insisted on buying this demon girl, there would be no problem with credit, after all, with this kind of strength, he would not be short of money. Of course, the premise is that Cade withdraws, and according to his understanding, this second young master of Bella Winter is not so easy to deal with.

"Lord Oult! Give him some color and see! Let him know you're awesome! ”

The servants shouted, but Oult did not move. In their eyes, this is Oult's courtesy to his opponent in order to earn himself dignity and to show off BellaVent's reputation. But only Aort knows what kind of character he encountered. Although the shot just now didn't use his full strength, it also had eighty percent strength, and it was a surprise attack. In that position, in that situation, if it were his own, he thought it would be difficult to dodge, and even if he succeeded, he would inevitably get hurt. But this guy in black didn't dodge or dodge, and restrained him with only two fingers.

At least it's Mithril, but who is it?

Ault thought in his heart, he asked himself that he was also at the top of the fine iron class, but the strength of this guy in front of him was definitely above him, maybe he was still a platinum. But he had never heard of a single Mithril with black hair and black eyes, let alone the more famous platinum level, and every one of those powerhouses who stood at the top of the world was well remembered, with a few exceptions. Even so, I had never heard of the young man in front of me.

While Ort was wondering, the group of servants behind him were still shouting his name. Lu Kaifeng was annoyed by hearing this, and said:

"It's noisy, are the people of the Bei family all so virtuous?"

Hearing this, Caeder finally couldn't help it, and he yelled:

"Damn scumbag! How dare you insult the name of Bela Winter like this! Aort! Break this guy's limbs! Young Master Ben is going to throw him into Angliss and enjoy the taste of being eaten by demonic beasts! ”

Ault was a little hesitant, to be honest, he knew he wasn't an opponent at all, just by that moment.

"Aort!"

Just as he hesitated, Cade roared again, this time at him. Ault knew what kind of temperament the second young master of Bella Winter he served, and he finally took a step forward, and a spear quickly stabbed towards Lu Kaifeng.

The sound of breaking wind sounded again, and everyone subconsciously retreated so as not to be injured by mistake.

Lu Kaifeng still didn't draw his sword, and under the perception of the sword soul, this spearman named Oult was only forty-six or seventh, which was too far behind Orilian, and there was no need to even use weapons. Of course, if it's in a game, the damage caused to low-level monsters by level 100 players is also very low if they don't equip weapons, but this is not a game.

Under the perception of the sword soul, the position of the attack was accurately judged, and then the head was slightly sideways. The wind swept across Lu Kaifeng's right ear, setting off layers of black waves on his not-so-long hair.

Seeing this, Aort's pupils shrank, and he was already completely sure that this person's strength was much higher than his own. But he didn't flinch because of this, twisted his body, and threw the spear towards Lu Kaifeng. Although the distance is very close, looking at the suddenly bent Mithril spear, even a little distance can cause a lot of trouble.

The seemingly ferocious silver-white spear swept over Lu Kaifeng's head and scraped on the iron cage where Nina was imprisoned, the crisp symphony echoed in the gloomy house, and the sparks made Nina involuntarily retreat, but she was tripped and sat on the cold floor.

Ratchet had already hid far away, and looking at Lu Kaifeng, who had avoided Aort's attack lightly, he was even more sure in his heart.

Ault kept changing the spear in his hand, and launched more than a dozen attacks in just a few seconds, but they were easily dodged by Lu Kaifeng. His thin figure was like a light dancer, as if it would be torn apart at once in the rain of spears, but each time he narrowly avoided the spear, looking a little embarrassed, but in fact there was no pressure.

Oult sped up his movements, but still couldn't push the other party into a corner. Cade on the side was a little anxious when he saw that Aort had not been able to take down that hateful guy for half a day, and he had a bad premonition.

On the other side, Lu Kaifeng was dodging Oort's spear while inspecting the opponent's combat strength. His strength was much higher than that of Oort, but he didn't know what the strength of adventurers of all levels was. In order to avoid uncontrollable situations, he must collect information well, so that he has a bottom on what he will do in the future, which is a necessary quality for players.

If I remember correctly, the fine iron level is the fifth order, the silver-level Ophelia has the appearance of level twenty-nine, the Orlelian is about sixty-two, and this Ort is forty-six or seven, so he probably has a little clue.

Almost.

The spear swept again, and Lu Kaifeng leaned down to approach Aort, and then slammed his right fist into Aort's lower abdomen. He grasped the strength not to kill the other party, but it would definitely not be easy to get hit, even if the other party was wearing armor.

And Oult felt bad when he noticed that the other party was approaching, and wanted to dodge the punch. But his spear had just been stabbed out, and he was in the stage where the new power had been exhausted and the old power had not yet been born, and he could only watch as the punch slammed into his lower abdomen.

Knock –

"Poof."

With the sound of a dull blow, Aort spat out a mouthful of sour water, rolled the whites of his eyes, and flew straight backwards, leaving only the spear that had escaped from his hand to fall to the ground with a clatter.