After about a quarter of an hour, Tang Xian and Wang Ermad walked out of the inn and walked in the direction of the market.

The difference is that Tang Xian has turned into a handsome young man at this time.

And Wang Ermad has become a middle-aged man, with a big garlic nose, big eyes and small eyes, and a pockmarked face. The clothes were a little ragged, obviously he had just experienced a tearing and fighting before going out, but he was defeated by Tang Xian, so he could only be forced to wear an extremely ugly mask.

Looking at Tang Xian's handsome appearance, the melancholy in Wang Er's crazy eyes became even stronger, and he muttered with tears in his eyes: "My handsome face......"

"Your handsome mask!" Tang Xian corrected: "With such a handsome face, it will definitely become the target of public criticism in a while, I'll help you resist it first!"

Then, he couldn't help but drag Wang Ermad to the stall of the Ge family in the market.

Since the first day of the market, in the past two days, Ge Shien, the head of the Ge family, and Ge Junjie, the eldest young master, have not appeared again, and even the seven-grade masters She Hui and Sun Jian have not appeared, and the stalls of the Ge family have been handed over to the next person to take care of. But the Ge family's stall is still hot.

Not only the people who came to trade, but also the heroes who came to sign up to suppress the bandits are not a few.

Moreover, there is another reason for the endless stream of people who sign up, that is, as long as they sign up, the Ge family will pay the bandit directly on the spot.

In Ge Shien's words, everyone gives the face of the Ge family to participate in the suppression of bandits, that is, to pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers, and of course the remuneration must be paid in advance, so that it can be called morality.

The Ge family's approach can be described as extremely clever.

Although there will be cases where some people take money but do not participate in the suppression of bandits, it shows more of the Ge family's atmosphere and informality, and a heroic attitude of "I would rather the people of the world bear me, and I will not live up to the people of the world".

At this time, Tang Xian and Wang Ermad came to the end of the team and watched boredly.

There are quite a few people queuing up to sign up to receive money, and there are more than a dozen.

However, in the past few days, most of the people who have signed up are some powerful crop men, even if there is an occasional martial artist, it is only a lower ninth rank martial artist who has begun to have internal strength.

As for the eight-rank martial artists, only among the various caravans, there will be one or two sporadically.

The person who was recording at this time was a ninth-grade martial artist of the Yige family who had some cultivation, and he was able to calm the field, and he could also distinguish which were martial artists with internal strength and which were ordinary people.

However, when observing, Tang Xian suddenly found that the remuneration of ordinary non-martial artists should be five taels of silver, but the silver received by everyone in front of him did not seem to be five taels, but more or less less.

And everyone who signed up had to nod their heads to the recorded Upper Nine Rank Martial Artist and smile with a smile.

"It seems...... There's something strange about this?" Tang Xian thought to himself.

Finally, it was Tang Xian's turn and Wang Er's madness.

The two of them stepped forward and came to the recorded Nine Rank Martial Artist.

The Upper Ninth Rank Martial Artist was a little thin, with a horse face, and a black mole the size of a fingernail at the corner of his mouth, which was particularly obvious.

It seemed that he had received many people, and the horse-faced warrior was very impatient, so he just glanced up slightly, and said casually, "Your two names?"

Although Tang Xian and Wang Ermad changed their faces, they were still dressed shabby, and such a poor and sour appearance would not attract the attention of horse-faced warriors.

After listening to the horse-faced warrior's question, Wang Ermad immediately replied: "My name is Yixin!"

Suddenly, Wang Ermad had a very witty expression, as if he was showing off to Tang Xian: 'Since people want to keep a low profile in the rivers and lakes, how can they use their real names?'

Tang Xian nodded approvingly, and then said, "I'm called Wang Er crazy!"

Suddenly, Wang Er's crazy eyes were full of grief and indignation, like a little daughter-in-law, but there was nowhere to vent.

Of course, the horse-faced warrior who recorded with his head down didn't notice the small movements of the two, and continued to say impatiently: "Cultivation?"

Tang Xian said: "There is no internal strength, just some strength!"

The horse-faced warrior looked like he had expected it a long time ago, and the pen galloped at a high speed.

Wang Er said madly: "Lower nine grades!"

Suddenly, the horse-faced warrior was stunned, and raised his head to reveal some stunned eyes.

Then Wang Ermad stretched out his hand, the internal force operated, and with a slight shock, a faint light suddenly appeared.

It is the manifestation of internal force, although it is not high, it is only the lower ninth grade, but it is enough to explain the identity.

"Lower Nine Ranks?he......" The horse-faced martial artist shook his head a little mockingly, obviously thinking that the cultivation of the upper ninth rank gave him enough reason to be proud of the martial artists who were inferior to him.

However, what the horse-faced martial artist didn't notice was that at the moment when Wang Ermad ran his internal force, Tang Xian's brows furrowed suddenly.

Immediately, the subtle expression turned around and returned to its original state.

The horse-faced warrior rummaged through the big box behind him, took out some silver taels, divided them into two parts, and pushed them to Tang Xian and Wang Ermad respectively, and said: "Five taels of silver for non-martial artists, and fifty taels of silver for the next nine grades, you can collect them, and after three days, gather in the square to suppress the bandits." ”

Then, the horse-faced warrior's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said: "I advise you not to take the silver and do nothing, my Ge family wants to find someone within a radius of hundreds of miles, it's still very easy!"

The implication is that although the Ge family is rich and moral, they don't want to be fools when we wait.

Tang Xian and Wang Ermad nodded in agreement and put away the money.

At this time, Wang Er, who had just picked up the silver, raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Isn't the nine-rank martial artist fifty taels of silver?

Tang Xian also found that he should be five taels of silver, but it was only four taels when he got it.

Both of them had their silver drained in half.

The horse-faced warrior glanced at the two of them lightly, and said casually: "Among the bandits, there are not high-ranking people, and there are even eighth-grade powerhouses, even if you are a ninth-grade martial artist, your life is in danger, I will collect some silver taels here, and I will protect you when the time comes!"

It turned out to be a protection fee?

Suddenly, Tang Xian felt a little crying and laughing. Unexpectedly, in a big family like the Ge family, who convinces people with virtue, there are also a few difficult imps who rely on the power behind them to make money.

It's no wonder that even though those people just took less money, they still accompanied the smiling faces.

These days, I am afraid that there are no less than a few hundred people who come to sign up, and each person draws 20% of silver, so calculated, this horse-faced warrior is probably making a lot of money.

However, Wang Ermad and Tang Xian combined, and they were deducted eleven taels of silver. Tang Xian, who has been poor and scared since he was a child, can't afford to eat candy, how can he be willing to let this horse-faced warrior withhold?

"Huh...... Protection, this steward, we still don't need it......" Tang Xian smiled a little.

"Huh?" suddenly the horse-faced warrior was stunned.

In the past two days, every time money was deducted, instead of being angry, people said good things one after another, trying to save their lives at that time, so these two days were smooth sailing and there was no risk.

But I didn't expect to really meet this kind of master who wants money and doesn't want to die today.

At this time, the face of the horse-faced warrior was already a little dark, revealing a look of displeasure, and said coldly: "Don't need the protection of our Ge family? Who are you when you have this tone!"

Tang Xian's face sank, straightened his spine, clenched his fists, and said proudly: "Just let me make Wang Er crazy!"

"Even if you are not a martial artist, you also have backbone, and you are not kneading it at will! If you have a grudge against you, my king will be crazy waiting for you in the future!"

These words are neither humble nor arrogant, showing the true colors of men!

But Wang Erfang on the side was crazy, but his face was bruised in a short moment, and he desperately dragged Tang Xian behind him, not letting him say half a word more.

was dragged back by Wang Ermad, Tang Xian squeezed his eyebrows at Wang Ermad for a while, and passed the news: Grandma's, it turns out that you straighten your waist and talk so coolly!

Wang Ermad instantly understood Tang Xian's meaning, and he also squeezed his eyebrows and replied: Your waist is straight, don't use my name to pull hatred!

However, at this time, Wang Ermad was unhappy in his heart, and the horse-faced warrior was even more unhappy in his heart.

As the steward of Dongting Town, he is also a dignified nine-rank martial artist, who sees that he is not low-eyebrowed, and only bullies others on weekdays, when will it be the turn of this kid who has no internal strength to count himself?

In front of everyone, he was disgraced, how will he serve the public in the future?

Thinking of this, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the horse-faced martial artist, and he shouted in a low voice: "Backbone, look at me and break your backbone today!"

After that, his hand turned into a claw and suddenly attacked Wang Ermad and Tang Xian!