Pang Yuan's glare, Berg felt a cold and powerful power cover pressed down, and he couldn't help but tremble.

His eyes were slightly flustered, and he was still muttering in his mouth, cheering himself up, and wanted to say something more.

"Shut up! ”

On the side, Cord was in a hurry, and reached out to grab the impulsive Berg.

Berg is hot-blooded at this time, and he does things completely recklessly.

Cord couldn't watch him get into another dispute and offend the fierce strange man in front of him.

Cord has always been calm-minded and observant.

As he turned around, he had noticed that the large number of slaves around him were extremely jealous, even fearful, of this newly emerged strong young man.

The young slave man walked slowly all the way, and saw the lively crowd that seemed to be a little crowded, and at this time they were all busy and hurriedly got out of the way, leaving a clear and spacious aisle.

Cord then moved his gaze to the pitch-black iron ball the size of a small water tank dragged behind the young man in front of him, and he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Just looking at the astonishing size of the round iron ball and the traces of the road that had been crushed from the solid ground, Cord had no doubt that it must have a terrifying weight.

And the strength of the murderer who can drag such a heavy iron ball but doesn't care about it can be imagined.

While thinking about it, Cord decisively reached out and pulled Bergra behind him, and settled down, and Cord took the initiative to stand in front of Pang Yuan.

Truly replacing Berg and facing the majestic young man in front of him, Colder could appreciate the heavy sense of oppression and intimidating power.

was stared at by the strange young man in front of him with a little scarlet eyes, without any emotion.

Colder felt his hair stand on end, and his limbs stiffened a little, like a poor little white rabbit firmly locked by a terrifying large beast.

Unbeatable!

Cord screamed in his heart.

He tried his best to stabilize the tension in his heart, but there was no change in his face.

Looking at Pang Yuan, a sincere smile appeared on Cold's face, and he was relaxed without a trace of hostility.

"This big brother, my brother Berg has a reckless personality, but he doesn't have any crooked thoughts, he didn't mean to be offensive just now, please don't be surprised!"

"I, Cord, am here to make amends for him. ”

Cord spoke earnestly, and bowed his hand slightly to Pang Yuan in front of him, in order to follow the customs of the locals, this is a kind of etiquette he has newly learned.

Berg, who was behind Cold, was still a little angry when he heard this, and was glared at by Green next to him, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Cord spoke earnestly and behaved politely, and after saying that, he pulled Berg and Greene, his two friends, out of the way and stepped aside.

Looking at the not strong young slave in front of him, Pang Yuan nodded slightly, and his face softened.

As he passed Cord, Pang Yuan paused slightly, his voice low.

"You have a lot of courage. ”

After finishing speaking, ignoring Cold's reaction, Pang Yuanfu took another step and continued to move forward.

At this time, the fierce-faced blue-faced slave man was waiting to see the good show of the three of Cold, but he didn't expect to meet Pang Yuan in person at this moment.

The blue-faced and short-bearded slave man looked frightened, his thick flower arms were across his chest, and his body trembled lightly unconsciously, looking very funny.

Pang Yuan's face was not good, he recognized that the blue-faced slave man in front of him had appeared in the slave riot in the quarry at the beginning, and he was one of the people who made trouble and besieged him.

This guy was beaten by Pang Yuan and vomited blood and fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and escaped, but he didn't expect to be bumped into by him again in this situation.

"Slag!"

Pang Yuan's tone was not good, and his face was gloomy.

The blue-faced short-bearded man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted to the situation he was in, and wanted to retreat to the side as soon as his legs moved.

He thought very clearly, what was it to be insulted for a few words, even if he was despised after escaping, it was much better than being beaten half to death by this murderer in front of him.

However, Pang Yuan would not give him a chance.

Before the words fell, Pang Yuan's huge slap was like thunder, and it had already covered it!

"Smack~"

There was a crunch.

The muscular blue-faced slave man snorted, not realizing what was happening.

A huge force hit the side of his face, and his body had already involuntarily flew out!

The blue-faced slave man rolled in the air and flew several meters away, and by the time he landed on the ground, he had already passed out.

Half of his face was almost rotten, half of his teeth were missing, his mouth was spurting blood, and he lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

There was silence in the crowd of slaves who were watching.

Looking at the originally arrogant and domineering blue-faced short-bearded man, he was vulnerable under Pang Yuan's hands, as fragile as a poor rag doll, so miserable at this time.

"Fortunately, it wasn't himself who offended this fierce man. ”

The corners of Cord's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

And Berg, who was beside him, had a straight look in his eyes and was already frozen.

On the ground, the blue-faced slave man passed out, not knowing his life and death, and his other two slave companions looked at Pang Yuan, trembling, their legs and feet were sore, and they completely lost their courage.

As for the other strong slave, Green's grip was still effective, still clutching his crotch, unable to move.

Pang Yuan's strong body stood upright, and his beast-like eyes casually glanced at Wanyan Moro and his group who were looking at him in the distance.

Distance.

Seeing that his four subordinates were in miserable shape, Wanyan Moro's face was pale, his fingers were clenched tightly, but he still didn't make any movement.

Pang Yuan retracted his gaze and walked forward slowly, the heavy and huge iron ball rolling forward, crushing the solid soil layer below to pieces.

The conflict ends.

Many of the jailers who had been silently watching also stepped forward at this time, waving the iron rods in their hands to disperse the slaves who had gathered to watch and deal with the follow-up matters.

The conflict between Wanyan Moro's forces and the three of Cord collapsed halfway through the appearance of Pang Yuan, however, the matter was far from over.

After the wind is over.

Back in the cell, Wanyan Moro's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he was holding back a fire in his heart.

The actions of the three of Cord annoyed him completely, not only causing him to suffer heavy injuries, but also causing great loss of face to the face of Wanyan Moro.

He had to get it back.

Wanyan Moro's eyes were ruthless, although he couldn't help Pang Yuan, and he didn't dare to retaliate, but it was easy to deal with the immature Cord and the three.

"This time, these three sluts must be completely abolished!"

Smashing the delicate teacup in his hand, Wanyan Moro looked at the few wounded people in front of him who had been lowering their heads, and his tone was full of coldness.

The next day at noon.

It's lunchtime.

In the cramped cell, a foul musty smell permeated the air for a long time.

After the hard work, the bearded inmate occupied the bed like a dead pig, unwilling to move, and waited for lunch to be delivered.

And Cord quietly leaned against the wall on one side, slowly resting and recovering his strength.

Out of the corner of his eye, he carefully observed the movement of the beard and the surrounding environment.

After making sure that no one around him was paying attention to him, Cord breathed a sigh of relief, carefully took out a narrow piece of iron from his bosom, and slowly polished it in the corner.

This long, narrow piece of iron has a strange shape, with many angular and concave protrusions, and ends in a rudimentary handle.

The overall shape makes people completely confused and don't know what it is.

However, holding this strange piece of iron in his hand, Cord attached great importance to it, and polished it carefully little by little, and was very sorry for his treasure.

Because, Cord himself knows that this is a key that represents vitality! Read the book and find the latest chapter by yourself?