Yinchen flipped through the recipes at will, ordering as if he was randomly sampling, and he didn't care whether he was ordering ordinary home-cooked food or the sign of the town store in Peacock Terrace. He ordered the portion for about four people, and did not tell Xiao Er whether he was here to order food for others or eat alone. Under his stern and indifferent expression, Xiao Er, named Chestnut, didn't dare to ask.

After ordering, Yinchen casually added four bowls of rice, and then a piece of gold ingots appeared at the other end of the table like a trick, and Xiao Er sweated like a pulp. Generally speaking, people who do not have fluctuations in the wind and know a lot of tricks are either circus slaves or horrific killers, and it is impossible for circus slaves to come out alone and order a table of dishes in a high-end club like Peacock Terrace, let alone a one-pound ingot.

"It's the fee, including the tip, be careful not to make a mistake, I know what I ordered. Yinchen said in a low voice, his immature voice could not bring out coercion, but it made the shopkeeper break out in a cold sweat, these years, no one dared to provoke the killer, and the foreman Xiaoer did not dare.

Taking advantage of the time when Xiao Er turned around to run errands, Yinchen stood up and turned his whole way to face the wall, carefully admiring the white dragon list plastered all over the wall. Peacock Terrace posted this white dragon list group from everyone's handwriting, just to add a little elegant taste to the charming "women's soft clothing". Silver Dust had already discovered that there were large round tables in the rest of the lobby, and only a small area near this wall was a dense cluster of small square tables, each with four benches around it.

The shape of the table and stool is simple, and the price of the available materials is so expensive that it can go up to the sky, this low-key and luxurious style is specially used to attract slaves, that is, the rotten Confucian literati of the previous dynasty, such as Kong Hongkai, Yang Yongxin, Ling Dongde and the like. These people are vassals and elegant on their faces, and they are all extremely noble, and they are praised as "full of male thieves and female prostitutes". When these people sit together, they naturally talk about it, saying that they are talking about current affairs, but in fact, they are just washing the ground for the "great talent slave road".

No, at the moment when Yinchen turned around, seventeen or eighteen arrogant figures broke into the gate, and without Xiao Er coming to greet him, they went straight to this side. These men generally wore tall square hats, made of black gauze, but they were nothing more than clumsy knockoffs of the black gauze hats of the Sixth Dynasty. These dozen people are headed by a handsome young man, in the cold weather when the snow disaster has not yet receded, each person still has a paper fan, there are no beautiful mountains and rivers on the paper fan, and there are no magnificent rivers. These people are the new minions of the new branch who have now collapsed into saints in Nano. They are all literate, can also count, and have a little bit of force, and they are complacent about carrying the "six arts", but they can never belong to the category of [scholars]. They are called minions, not showmen, lifters, or minions, but minions starting from the ninth class and ending at the first class. They are literate and hyphenated, and some of them are even highly accomplished in poetry and songs, but they don't understand the truth of the world at all, let alone what the real Confucius and Mencius are. The talents of this kind of people are all for the sake of strong words and sophistry that reverses black and white, and the writing of these people is all for the sake of singing praises and flattery.

They are blaspheming Confucianism, and they themselves will never allow others to mention the word "Confucianism" in front of them. Their creed is that everything is inferior, and only talented slaves are high.

The word slave has become an honorific title in today's world. This is the reality after the evil god comes.

These seventeen people walked in groups of threes and twos, talking and laughing, the fan shook like a butterfly spreading its wings, and the gestures were full of femininity and charm, and there was not much difference between them and the young men dancing on the stage, they were wearing long shirts, but not Confucian shirts, but a kind of half-length but not short peculiar uniforms, thicker fabrics, but showing a rare solemnity. The hem of the caftan is embroidered with gold threads, as are the cuffs and neckline, none of which are real gold, but polished brass. The number of gold lines represents the grade, nine thin lines of the ninth class, and one thick line of the first class. Among these seventeen people, only two of them have six lines of cuffs, and the others only have five or even four lines, and the young man who leads them only has three lines.

The third-class talent slave was born, and he was a great figure in Jinling.

Seventeen people walked briskly and sat down impatiently, and two of them kept shouting: "Hurry up, hurry up, start soon! After the rabbit master of the 'Qingxiang Dream Troupe' finishes, it's time for the 'Fallen Son' to come on the stage!"

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry! Qian seconded the lord's face, and the fallen son was not overjoyed? Let him wait for the adult!"

The young man at the head, that is, Qian seconded the fan, snapped his fan, revealing a well-behaved but slightly angry smile, and whispered: "This can't be helped!

"Your Excellency is humble!"

"Yes, yes, my lord, you were born Pershing......!

"Shhhhhh

The moment the seventeen people sat down around the four square tables, there was a tacit silence in the corner for a second, and the silence was light and not heavy at all.

Xiao Er walked over, asked a few words respectfully, and left without ordering, obviously, these tables had been set a long time ago.

At this time, Yinchen, who was dressed in purple, looked up at the White Dragon Bang, and his heart was full of disdain, only to see that the rice paper read:

The number one master in the world on the White Dragon List: Lei Hanming.

The remnants of the Iron Palm Gang, now have no sect and live in Pershing.

"It's actually this person? It seems that another guy with no name can suddenly come out, so there is a great possibility that he has received the incomparable body transformation of Jianzhou Nur Hutao, and he may be carrying a round steel of soul destroying, or a war spirit, or the spear of the chosen one, right?"

The first young master in the world on the White Dragon List: Wang Shenhai.

The remnants of the Divine Sword Alliance, now there is no sect, and they are on the run.

"Fugitive? This guy is really dead. Du Chuanchang, Li Hongyan and Liang Yunfeng can't leave him behind?"

The first sect in the world of the White Deer League: the Red Devil Gate.

The head of Huo Jianlin, nicknamed "Blood Poison Red Sand Hand" in the rivers and lakes, is good at finger power, a pair of hands is as bright as blood, and the energy emitted is also with red blood poison, and the disciples of the sect practice the magic skill "Blood Poison God Claw", which has nothing to do with the old man of the Red Devil, but the strength is red, and it is the Demon Dao, so the Red Devil Gate was established. The head ranks second in the list of masters in the world of Bailonggang.

"Okay. An imposter can be the number one in the world, and I don't know what the Demon Pavilions and the Poison Dragon Sect are for!"

The number one killer in the world on the White Dragon List: the master of Lingxiao Pavilion.

He is 40 years old and his gender is male.

"Nothing else? Then tell the world that people are 40 years old, and men have a use for wool? Who doesn't know that the killers of Ling Xiao Pavilion are basically women's clothing bosses, and their makeup skills are the best in the world, and no one can guarantee that he will have to show the face of a forty-year-old man, right?"

The first Oiran in the world on the White Dragon List: Li Xiangxiang.

16 years old, Xiuhang people. Xiuhang's "Qianjiao Baimei Building" is the first card, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially good at pipa and.

"......" the silver-haired boy's gaze skipped the line.

Bailongmeng's first talent in the world: Zhen Duoshi.

32 years old, male, compiled the "Dacai Nu Sutra" by the emperor's secret order, overpowering Wang Badan, and Ma Debi became the first talent. His writing is ancient and modern, and he is especially good at articles and arguments.

"This guy seems to be running a jewelry store? By the way, the Red Blood Secret Realm has been seen from afar, and the Lord of the Snake Head (Prince Zhongshun) has also done it. Judging from his flattering style, it probably cost money to get this name. "The Great Talent Slave Sutra" is just someone else who compiled it for him. ”

The first craftsman in the world of Bailongma: Zhang Wenming.

73 years old, male, originally a craftsman of the Eight Banners and Red Flag Armament Station, learned the "Remnant Soul Sutra", and participated in the refining of the stone used in the White Dragon Tablet.

"Hmph! I dare to call myself the best in the world with a little soul refining ability, it seems that this mage has not used "Remnant Soul Ring" for many years, and has been bullied into a 'Lian Po Lao'?"

The first musician in the world of the White Dragon Gang: Xiao Yinfei.

At the age of 19, the first brand of the famous building "Peacock Terrace" in Xiuhang.

"Is it right here? Hmm, I don't know if we should see each other. ”

The first talented woman in the world on the White Dragon List: Lin Xuanchen.

At the age of 13, the widow of the Gusulin clan, she is now an orphan and her whereabouts are unknown, and the imperial court is making every effort to rescue her.

"Ho ho, let's see how many young people with hot brains have come to the door!"

The first traitor in the world on the White Dragon List: Zhao Guangyi.

The true prince of the former Southern Empire, his whereabouts are unknown, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead.

"Soon you will know how terrible it is for your Majesty to be alive!"

The first lady in the world on the White Dragon List: Nano Fandel.

At the age of 10, she is now the beloved daughter of the saint and canonized Princess Trenville.

The first filial son in the world on the White Dragon List: Zhao Jiyue.

The current emperor of the Southern Empire, the current son of the Holy Lord. The name of filial piety is shared by heaven and earth. Recently, he ordered the expansion of the harem for his father.

The first stupid talent in the world on the White Dragon List: Li Shanqiu.

The remnants of the Shenjian Gate, Xue Wuxian intended to occupy the Shenjian Gate after his death, resisted the decree and disobeyed the order, talked nonsense, and is now in prison in the prison department.

The number one killing god in the world on the White Dragon List: Worship Prison.

The remnants of the Golden Knife Gate, now there is no sect, once with a single knife, kill thousands of people, there are 10,000 people beheaded, the court is willing to high-ranking officials Houlu recruit as cadres.

The first in the world on the White Dragon List**: Fallen

......

Yinchen looked down, and saw what was the world's first braised meat, the world's first dog head, the world's first matchmaker, and so on, all the reasons that could be used to discuss seniority were all brought up, listed one by one, no matter how big or small. Originally, he wanted to be a means to destroy the White Dragon List, which was actually nothing more than the power of the light weapon, in order to deter the slaves of Jianzhou, but now he saw this variety of names that were quite funny, and he was a little reluctant. "This list looks good in the front, and there is a little bit of entertainment to death in the back, if you can use the list as a joke for the world, it is also a beautiful thing. The silver-haired boy laughed and whispered to himself, he didn't expect anyone to hear it, but suddenly there was a broken cry from behind him.

"Bah! Where did the little deflated three come from! dare to sit on the special seat of my talented slave students!"

This roar was really justified, and Silver Dust was defenseless at all, and was directly startled, he suddenly shrank his neck, and it really looked like he had been caught doing evil. The man behind him saw it, and his voice was even louder: "Don't leave quickly!"

Yinchen exhaled a short breath, Shi Shiran turned around, only to find that there were seventeen big men sitting on several tables behind him, it was not that he lacked vigilance, but that his elemental incarnation was protecting him at all times, and it was useless to be vigilant, if that person made a sneak attack just now, he was afraid that a shadow would emerge from Yinchen's body and turn into ten thousand sword hearts or prisons, so that he could understand what power was.

As soon as those people saw Yinchen's face, those eyes, and their breathing almost stopped, and the person who shouted showed a greedy complexion. Yinchen saw that these people were actually talented slaves, that is, dog slaves, and couldn't help but feel on fire, and a thin Xuanbing Thorn Sword slowly condensed on his left hand hidden in his sleeve.

Dacai slaves are not worthy of weapons, but they can't run away as boxers, but these few people, even if they are all the whips of the Chosen or even the Chosen Spears, they are like nothing in the eyes of the gods.

Quantity doesn't mean anything to a mage.

However, Yinchen didn't think about it for the time being, he was hungry at this time, and he was waiting for the food to be served.

"Is there an extra rule on this peacock platform, which stipulates that only the great talent slave can sit here?" Yinchen said coldly, under the hood of a huge coercion.

"Not really. The shouting man said in a loud voice: "However, now there is, in front of the talented slaves, the rules of this Peacock Terrace, if they say there is, they will have it, and if they say they don't, they won't!"

"Heh, take what you can!" Yinchen sneered: "Are you the owner of this shop?"

"The slave is not the boss of this Peacock Terrace, but the slave is the top three in the same family of the "Great Talent Slave Classic", and there is a hundred responses in the slave, and the Peacock Terrace wants to be vassally elegant, so it has to cater to us, otherwise the slave will encourage the people to boycott with the University of Science and Technology, and this Peacock Terrace will not be able to open...... Rats, you are the shopkeeper and even the boss favors, and the slave is also like this, do you think the boss listens to you or the slave?"

Yinchen was silent, his figure suddenly flashed, and he had arrived in front of the man, the man was startled, and hurriedly picked up the exercises, and a pair of fleshy palms bombarded him, with the sound of the cold wind, but he didn't prevent Yinchen from raising his hand and stabbing out with a sword, and before that pair of fleshy palms fell on him, the Xuanbing stabbing sword had already penetrated the man's throat.

There were no energy fluctuations on Yinchen's body, like a complete ordinary person, but the sharp ice sword was like a pure steel sword, sharp and infinitely hard, easily breaking through the person's body protection Gangfeng, as well as flesh and blood, thin ice thorns, directly embedded into the cervical vertebrae.

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