Gan Feng invited the adventure kings of the Wind Chasing Tavern to join the adventure team led by Ye Fan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Suddenly, when the martial cultivators in the entire Wind Chasing Tavern heard this, they all burst into laughter and ridicule.

"A captain who has no reputation, a division who doesn't have much combat effectiveness in close combat, and a young general who is pampered in the big corps and doesn't dare to go out on adventures alone, what strength can such a combination have?

"It's such a team, and when you encounter the tide of green spider beasts, you will be wiped out in an instant, and you still want to have an adventure king join your team?

While laughing, in the hall on the first floor of the tavern, there were three powerful Martial King Realm martial cultivators sitting at a table, a man with green eyebrows with a calm face, a beautiful young woman in green clothes and an iron man with a black face.

Among them, the black-faced tower-like man stood up leisurely, took out an extremely clumsy and heavy fourth-order middle-grade mace weapon in his hand, looked at Ye Fan, and showed a sneer, "Boy, your tone is so big, and now that there is such a chaos outside the city, you dare to lead the team to the Great Wasteland." Judging by your cultivation, it should be the middle stage of the Martial King. Uncle, I am Guo Hong, the third of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, and I am also in the middle of the Martial King, why don't you come and have fun with Uncle, let me weigh your strength!"

The blue-eyebrow man saw the black-faced man get up to provoke, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and he put down the cup in his hand and said in a low voice: "Third brother, don't worry about it." ”

The glamorous young woman smiled coquettishly and shook his arm, "Big brother, it's okay, we are almost suffocated in the city during this time, let the third child go, loosen the muscles and bones, and let everyone have fun!"

"Okay, the third child takes it and keeps some measure, don't hurt anyone seriously. ”

The blue-eyebrow man wanted to warn the black-faced man to be careful, but under the persuasion of the glamorous young woman, seeing that the black-faced man was absent-minded, he didn't say anything more in desperation.

"Three Tigers of the Wasteland!"

"Guo Hong, teach this kid a lesson! Let him know how many pounds and taels he weighs, don't kittens and dogs dare to come to our Chasing Wind Tavern to build a team. ”

In the tavern, all the martial cultivators shouted loudly, all of them looked like they were not too big to see the excitement.

Rivalries in the tavern are common, and if you want to be the leader of a squad, you can't convince everyone.

Guo Hong, the black-faced iron tower man, cheered from the audience, and his expression became even more proud.

Gan Feng recognized this black-faced man, his face couldn't help but change slightly, and he hurriedly whispered to Ye Fan next to him, "Lord Ye, Guo Hong, the third elder of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, is a first-class master in the middle stage of the Martial King, and their Three Tigers of the Wasteland often join various Martial King hunting teams to go to Zhongzhou to hunt the beast clan, and they often return with a full load. Although this third Guo Hong is not among the top 100 martial kings in Emperor Valley City, he is also quite famous! However, even more powerful is Zhao Qingmei, the boss of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, in the later stage of the Martial King, he is the top 30 top masters in the Martial King List in Emperor Valley City. ”

In the midst of everyone's shouts, the black-faced man strode to the center of the hall, and a strong force poured out from his body to prop up his coat, making him look even more burly and strong.

The mace weighing nearly 10,000 catties in his hand, the rod was covered with sharp wolf tooth thorns, and a burst of dazzling golden light appeared, and he was a golden martial king.

The gold system is the most powerful armor-piercing energy system, and has a strong armor-piercing effect on armor. In addition, the weight of the mace itself is extremely heavy, far more than ten times that of ordinary martial king Xuanbing, and many king-level armors can't stop him from smashing his mace with a hammer.

"Boy, come, accompany the master to take two moves, if you can hold on, the master will spare you this time! If you can't hold up the two moves, be careful that grandpa breaks your legs and lets you learn a lesson." ”

The black-faced iron tower man laughed wildly and approached Ye Fan, dancing with a mace in his hand.

Gan Feng was very worried.

He knew that Ye Fan was a rare genius organ emperor, and his attainments in machine relations were extremely profound, which was breathtaking.

However, mechanics are generally not good at melee combat, and mainly rely on puppets to fight.

And even if it is a high-level mechanism puppet, its flexibility is lower than that of the Terrans, and it is more suitable for the vast battlefield, not for fighting in narrow places.

Especially in the small area of the tavern hall, it is not convenient to turn around, and there is no room for large mechanisms.

In addition to the identity of the Emperor of the Organiser, he knew that Ye Fan was only in the middle stage of the Martial King, and his martial arts cultivation was not particularly high.

...

Ever since Ye Fan entered the tavern, he had been sweeping every corner of the hall of the Wind Chasing Tavern with cold eyes, taking in everyone's expressions.

This Wind Chasing Tavern is the gathering place of the highest level of Martial Kings in Emperor Valley City, and there are many hidden Martial King Realm actual combat masters.

Many masters can not be seen simply by looking at cultivation.

Unlike a peaceful and rich place like the Zixuan Dynasty, the martial cultivators of Emperor Valley City were hovering on the verge of birth and death because they had entered the Zhongzhou realm to fight all year round, and their experience in blood killing battles was very rich, and their murderous aura was very heavy. Even if the cultivation is not very high, it is not to be underestimated.

Ye Fan glanced at the black-faced man.

This black-faced iron tower man has a faint bloody aura on his body, although his mouth is constantly arrogant and shouting, but his eyes reveal a trace of cunning, his back is slightly bowed and ready to go, his steps are as steady as a mountain, and the mace in his hand is extremely flexible.

This person's strength is probably slightly better than any squad leader of the Purple Xuan Dynasty Praetorian Guard.

Of course, this strength is not enough for Ye Fan.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Ye Fan's eyes revealed a touch of coldness.

He came to this Wind Chasing Tavern, in addition to recruiting two high-level adventure kings. Another purpose was to release the news and let the people of the Purple Phoenix Sect know that they were going to take an adventurous team out of Emperor Valley City.

He didn't come to have anything to do with the martial arts cultivators in this Wind Chasing Tavern.

Too lazy to talk nonsense.

Ye Fan put one hand on the handle of the mammoth emperor's knife at his waist, and looked at the black-faced man coldly.

"Boy, look for death! Stormhammer!"

The black-faced iron man couldn't help but stiffen when he heard this, and he shouted angrily, and the mace golden mangs flashed, and he suddenly made a move to the top of the mountain.

A terrifying force like a mountain and a sea of mountains and seas accurately locked on a small area of territory with Ye Fan as the center in an instant, and smashed it down.

Whether it is the fury of the force, the dexterity and flexibility of the power exertion, it can be said that it has been controlled to the pinnacle level. Although this hammer is fierce and domineering, it will not affect the other guests around the tavern, and the power is highly concentrated, without the slightest waste.

The outside world was calm, and there was not a trace of wind. At the center of this hammer is the furious sea, which has an irresistible momentum.

This hammer is as light as a weight, and the cultivation of combat skills is perfect.

"Good!"

"What a mace method!"

Many of the martial cultivators in the tavern showed a look of surprise, and they could hardly help but cheer loudly.

This hammer, the ordinary martial king did not dare to take it hard in the middle stage, so he could only find ways to dodge. Once he dodges, what awaits him will be a wave of stormy and dense attacks from the black-faced man.

Even Zhao Qingmei, the boss of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, also showed a slight smile, it seems that the third child has made a new breakthrough in the battle skills that he has been practicing in the city for a month during this time.

(To be continued.) )