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There are many people who talk in this tavern, whether it is a homeless or a Westerner, or a walking ranger, they will say a few words.

And the homeless people who can appear here at this time are either those who are not afraid of death and are bold, or they are those who work under the hands of Master Xi and are not bad.

Of course, the main speakers in this tavern are not the homeless, they just interject a few words occasionally, and then they just drink with their heads bored.

The sound of conversation that made Feng Yu listen intently and stopped the movements in his hand was the words that came out of the mouths of those rangers.

On the wooden table on the right not far from Feng Yu, several rangers were clinking bowls and drinking and talking.

I saw a person in front of me who looked rough and hauled, with a big beard, holding the same yellow clay bowl as Feng Yu in his hand, and only heard his mouth say: "The homeless riots in Pinghe City are amazing, I have traveled all over the city, and finally settled in Pinghe here, and I found that the riot in Pinghe was the most serious, and I don't know what those old men in the West are doing." ”

These Western Ranger have always spoken straightforwardly, and they don't have many scruples, even the saints dare to talk about it today, let alone a few governors and pastors of Pinghe City.

So I can hear the rough man's mouth, bluntly saying what those Western old men are eating.

A golden scimitar hung on the waist of a person opposite, and he was also holding a small bowl of yellow clay in his hand, and when he touched the bowl of the rough man, the yellow and clear wine was raised in the bowl, and he said in his mouth at the same time: "You don't know this, the reason why the riot in Pinghe City is so powerful is for a reason, brother, you just came and didn't know it." ”

Listening to the conversation between the two people, judging from the meaning of the words, it turned out that these two men did not know each other. The rangers of Xizhuo are like this, they meet it, they see the right eye, whether they recognize it before or not, they can sit down and drink wine and eat meat.

After chatting about the happy place, several people began to call each other brothers, and they looked very affectionate, as if they had known each other for ten years, and everything seemed so simple and natural.

"Oh? There are still some insider stories? I really just came to settle in Pinghe, what is so strange about this Pinghe riot, I hope you can tell me about it, brother. Hearing this, the rough man drank the wine in his hand, knocked the yellow clay bowl on the table, and asked softly.

"That's right, then let me talk to you, brother. The man with a scimitar on his waist on the opposite side also put the wine bowl in his hand on the table, stretched his body forward, and said a little mysteriously and pretentiously: "That's because we have a leader in the rebellion of the homeless people in Pinghe." ”

Feng Yu heard this, and began to listen carefully, although he had already learned a lot in the brocade shop before, but he didn't want to miss the news about those people.

"Leader?" Hearing this, the rough man's face was stunned, but he sneered out and said: "Where is this leader in which city, the riot has lasted for so long, not to mention the forces that existed in the beginning, and now many people have come forward......

The rough man waved his hand and said very indifferently: "The leader is not unusual, there are everywhere, it is normal anymore." ”

The rangers speak straightforwardly, but they don't have any scruples because they care about what they care about, and they will say whatever they think, so the rough man said directly, but there was no meaning to look down on the person opposite in his words.

The man who wanted to cross the golden scimitar naturally understood, he didn't care at all, he just chuckled lightly on his face, and then went to take the wine jar on the side, first poured a full bowl for the rough man, and then filled it for himself, and then said: "The leader is indeed everywhere, but the leader of this Fan Cage Realm, is there any other place?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?" The rough man was choked on the wine he had just drunk in his mouth, but he couldn't care less, coughed violently twice, and then quickly asked as soon as he wiped his mouth.

What is the concept of Fan Cage Realm? It is the Innate Second Realm, not to mention the Fan Cage, it is the Xuanyuan of the Innate One Realm, for them and these rangers, it is an unattainable existence.

They have been training all their lives in this west, and it is a big deal to practice the cultivation of the Heavenly Grandmaster after death, as for the innate four realms, it is something that they dare not think of, and they have never dreamed of such a beautiful thing.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that the leader of the Pinghe homeless riot turned out to be Fan Langjing, the rough man was instantly shocked, and hurriedly asked to find out about this matter.

Seeing the reaction of the rough man who met for the first time on the other side, the man who straddled the golden scimitar at his waist was still a little proud in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Naturally, it is undoubtedly the Fan Cage Realm...... Come, drink, drink. Halfway through speaking, the man stopped, picked up the wine bowl and persuaded him to drink.

"Ah, drink. The rough man was stunned and picked up the wine bowl, touched the wine bowl of the golden scimitar man, and then raised his head and finished drinking.

After drinking, the man who was about to cross the golden scimitar came to pour the wine again, this is enough to hang the appetite of the rough man, and the itchy drinking in his heart is not a taste, for the ranger, what is more attractive than the master of the Fan Cage Realm up close.

At the moment, he asked directly: "Good brother, don't hang my appetite, just tell me quickly, what is the leader of the Fan Cage Realm like." ”

Seeing that it was almost hanging, the man with the golden scimitar on his waist accepted it when he saw it, put down the wine bowl in his hand, and then said with a little pride in his heart: "Said that the great master of the Fan Cage Realm, whose real name is Tie Donggua, has a face like black iron, his body is also dark, his body is a foot high, he walks like the wind like a moving iron tower, galloping like thunder, and has the power of shaking the mountains and the earth, and he is called the black-faced god." ”

Feng Yu, who was also sitting on the side, listened to what the man said in his heart, and smiled in his heart, this person's words were obviously exaggerated in it, because he had seen the black-faced god, and his height was almost one zhang, but in that person's mouth, it became a zhangxu, taller than one zhang.

And what kind of earth shakes the mountains, it is even more impossible, I am afraid that it is not the masters on the extreme list who have such power.

At the beginning, Chen Banyang's sword was close, but Feng Yu still remembered it vividly, as if it was engraved in his mind, the black-faced god, it was still far away.

Thinking of this, Feng Yu chuckled lightly in his heart, some things really spread more and more, the farther away from the truth of the matter, and he smiled and took the wine bowl and drank a bowl naked.

Next, the man with the golden scimitar at his waist continued to tell the person opposite about the bravery of the black-faced god battle array, the deeds of attacking the city, and Feng Yu listened carefully.

Hearing the back, Feng Yu found that this person didn't say anything about the white master and the poor people.

But at this moment, the words in the mouth of the rough man made Feng Yu's face froze, and his mind moved, he thought of it, and thought of what to do......