Huang Ge was talking about all the hardships in the process of finding Fan Yiweng, Mi Liancheng suddenly waved his hand, raised his wine glass and made a gesture to drink, but in fact, he made a slight sound in his mouth, but it was a reminder.

"It's coming!"

Wang and Huang remained silent, still talking and laughing, the topic naturally changed, and their eyes inadvertently glanced out the window.

On the hazy street outside the window, a group of people in black came!

This group of people in black is not simple at first glance.

The leader is an old man, this old man is four feet tall, his beard is nearly three feet long, his appearance is also strange, but his expression has the feeling of a kind of wood.

Behind him were seven or eight young strong men, all of them with knotted muscles and very strong figures, even their expressions were a little wooden.

You must know that the Condor World is at this time at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, when the Mongolian army is waiting for an opportunity.

At this time, the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty were crumbling, although the people did not say that their lives were ruined, but they were also earth-colored, and there was a kind of twilight in their expressions.

But the uniform color on their faces is by no means different from the fierceness and casualness of ordinary heroes on the road.

A discerning person can see at a glance that this is a sign of cultivating unique internal strength.

The ruthless heart of the Valley of Despair!

It was Fan Yiweng and his entourage.

Those who have read the original book know that the people of the Valley of Despair generally wear green clothes, but that is when they represent the disciples of the Valley of Desperation, Huang Ge After finding Fan Yiweng, he saw that every time he appeared, he was dressed in black, even the entourage of disciples.

Huang Ge didn't care about this, he wanted to know if this old man was Fan Yiweng.

Treating Li Kui as a ghost Li is not something he would do.

After pretending to approach this short old man casually to a certain distance, he clearly felt the True Spirit Brand slightly hot, and then with a slight shock, he confirmed his identity: Fan Yiweng, the great disciple of the Ruthless Valley! And accepted the relevant system tasks!

Different from the average person in the plot world, it is only possible to obtain a certain number of spiritual points, soul fragments, and related martial arts exercises after killing, although it is necessary to kill the task target within a certain period of time after accepting the task of the system, the difficulty is not small, but the task reward is doubled richly, and there must be a complete skill to be exposed.

It's just the same plot character, generally only one person can get the task reward, and if the others kill again, there will only be sporadic rewards.

Since then, Huang Ge has worked hard for a long time before he can be regarded as determining the law of Fan Yiweng's behavior.

In this process, he almost showed his feet several times, you must know that it is not easy to play tricks under the nose of a C-level powerhouse, and if you are not careful, you may be done with the game!

Fortunately, after several hard work, he finally paid off, and he found that every once in a while, Fan Yiweng would take his men to this restaurant to have a full meal.

This time, Fan Yiweng really appeared unexpectedly.

The group walked into the door of the restaurant, and the shopkeeper's eyes were sharp, so he quickly stood up and bowed, "How many uncles are here?" Was it ready for you a long time ago, or is it business as usual? ”

Fan Yiweng didn't speak, just nodded, his eyes swept over the guests in the restaurant, and he moved away after a short pause on the three of Mi Liancheng, obviously not taking it to heart.

He sat down on the chair in the middle of the hall, and the group of disciples also took their places, and a trace of joy involuntarily appeared on their faces.

You must know that the desperate valley is accustomed to vegetarianism, three meals a day without a little taste of meat, although it is a good thing to be selected into the valley to become a disciple of the valley to inherit the superior mental method, but people who practice martial arts eat as much as a cow, eat some petals in the morning, eat some melons and vegetables without oil at noon, although there are precious herbs refined into pills to support the body, but these disciples have long been hungry to death!

In the valley there is an ancestral rule that you are not allowed to drink alcohol and eat meat, but there is no such rule outside.

Soon something was served.

It was a few bottles of soju, plates of cooked beef.

The beef slices were red in sauce, steaming hot, and the smell of meat made the eyes of these strong men shine, and for a while the stomach was like thunder, and the Adam's apple kept agitating and swallowing saliva.

This beef is a good thing, not to mention expensive, the key is not that you can have it if you want to eat, at this time it is illegal to slaughter a cultivated cow, and ordinary people can't eat a piece of beef for a few years.

"Okay, you don't need to be restrained, just eat it while it's hot!"

There was a wisp of kindness between Fan Yiweng's eyebrows, he took a sip of soju happily, and then sandwiched a slice of cooked meat from each plate one by one to taste, and felt that there was no problem, so he ordered these disciples to eat wine and drink meat.

Where will the strong men be polite, the chopsticks fall like raindrops, and the cooked beef that is cut into slices on the plate has to be stuffed into the stomach.

If you are a good drinker, you must drink two glasses full.

At this time, you can see how strict the rules are in the Valley of Despair, although these people are so greedy that they can't wait to catch them and eat quickly, they abide by the rules one by one, and deliberately leave a large plate of cooked beef for Fan Yiweng, and no one puts chopsticks in it.

And when they eat meat, not only do they not have the problems of ordinary people's mouths, but even their eating posture is uniform and well-trained.

Seeing that several large plates of cooked meat were swept away, the disciples were full of wine and food, and Fan Yiweng was also slow and full, so he threw down the silver, and in the sound of the shopkeeper's congratulations, the group walked out of the door of the restaurant.

There was that disciple who was too full, and inadvertently wanted to touch the round belly, and his whole body was comfortable for a while, and he couldn't help but feel a little lazy after being full of wine and food, and the drunkenness naturally came up.

This is when vigilance is most lax.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the other side, "Do it!" ”

Whoosh, more than a dozen powerful arrows suddenly shot out from the opposite side, and the speed was amazing!

Fan Yiweng's eyes widened, a flash of green gas flashed on his face, and he shouted, "What a gut!" ”

With a slight swing of his head, the long white beard under his chin danced like a whip, and his iron palm shot out one after another, and several arrows flew in a row.

The disciples were also agitated, and they drew their long knives one after another, making the knife technique almost impenetrable, where could an arrow hurt them?

Just when everyone was attracted by a few arrows, the vendor suddenly sprinkled the sky full of quicklime from the package, and poured it all over the people.

When the quicklime met the rain, it was steaming out and falling into the eyes, burning so hard that the eyes couldn't open them, and suddenly several people were hit.

At this time, seven or eight people who did not know that they were hiding there had already surrounded them, some of them wielded swords, some of them wielded swords, and some of them used spears, and they came over in a mess and stabbed several people, and one of the disciples was killed at that time.

These seven or eight people are not weak in kung fu, and they are not inferior to these young disciples, so it is said that it is no problem to deal with them, but Fan Yiweng does not agree!

These disciples are all his relatives, he saw this chaotic rabble actually slashing and chopping without blinking, his eyes were red all of a sudden, if it wasn't for the dragon head steel rod in his hand was not in his hand, he couldn't wait to beat the rod one by one, all of them into mud!

Rao is like this, his iron palm swept out again and again, and the strength was also amazing, anyone who was slapped by him would break bones and tendons at that time, and a mouthful of old blood would spurt out...... This is the gap between the C-level powerhouse and the E-level powerhouse, which is not a grade at all.

Just when Fan Yiweng was in full swing, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and his hair stood on end, only to feel that the faint blade behind his back had almost been cut on his body, he hurriedly unfolded his body, jumped into the air, and turned over a few times one after another, which was already far away.

He pulled away and looked back, but it turned out to be one of the few young people who had been drinking in the restaurant before.

Wang Lin held the sword in his hand, slashed in steps, a set of true swordsmanship in his hands, he had already obtained a bit of divine essence, the sword momentum was simple and heavy, but the power was not to be underestimated.

"It turned out to be a calf's nose of the Quanzhen faction!"

Fan Yiweng shouted angrily, stepped on his feet, waved his long beard and hit him.

His eyes swept away, and he saw Mi Liancheng still sitting on the table, looking at this side for a long time, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and couldn't help but wonder, where is the other kid?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, there was never a weak force in his hands, his long beard swept, pumped, and flicked, and the force was heavy, and the wind swept by his palm, and he also weighed on Wang Lin's heart, and he was almost breathless.

Fan Yiweng's long beard under his jaw swept over Wang Lin's sword spine several times, shocking his palms numb, and he cried bitterly.

Just when Fan Yiweng's victory was fully revealed, he hit Wang Lin with even more strength.

A dagger suddenly stabbed behind him, this dagger came just right, so that Fan Yiweng couldn't retract his momentum, barely turned around, and was also slashed on the shoulder by another dagger, the hideous wound skin and flesh rolled up, and even the blood was slightly blackened, it was a poisonous dagger!

"What a vicious junior!"

Fan Yiweng was angry, his long beard flicked, and he directly rolled a long knife from the corpse of a disciple who fell to the ground.

"The old man will tell you to wait to know, the tiger power of my Desperate Valley is not something you can offend when you wait for a young night."

Before the words fell, this bloodthirsty Ruthless Valley disciple forgot to watch out for Mi Liancheng, and was copied out by Mi Liancheng, and as soon as he aimed at it, he released it with a "bang"!

This shot went down, and it was not a bullet cast in brass, but a full tube of iron sand.

The iron sand was scattered into a tent, and the power was only within a dozen meters, and if it was a little farther, it could only do useless work, but it was just right at this time.

After the pungent smoke of black gunpowder, Wang Lin and Huang Ge jumped and scattered, and they also hit a few pieces of iron sand, baring their teeth and glaring at Mi Liancheng.

As for Fan Yiweng, who was targeted, although he was cold, he protected his head and face with his arms in time, and he was also covered with blood holes, although they were only the size of a grain of rice, they looked like they were bloody, and even his beloved beard was shattered and uneven.