Zhang Fan carefully looked at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

To be honest, Zhang Fan is still very curious about him, he can actually organize thousands of people to rebel, he is a talent!

And he can also make these thousands of people dare to kill the troops in the strength and number of his own troops in an absolutely inferior situation, even if he uses violent rule, that is a talent.

Huairou policy also doesn't work for everyone, such as this middle-aged man, Zhang Fan can see the undisguised anger and irritability in his eyes, this is a person who will not change no matter how you reason with him.

If such a person is not killed in time, it will cause endless harm.

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes slightly, but decided not to kill him, now is the time when there is a shortage of talents, good people have the use of good people, and bad people have the use of bad people.

"I'm not a demon spell, this is the exclusive skill of the city lord"

Zhang Fan smiled, ignored him, and turned his head to look at the motionless soldiers: "I'll give you one last chance, whoever wants to abandon the darkness and turn to the light should hurry up, and I'll start punishing you later."

With an order, if you want to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, you can naturally move.

Seeing Zhang Fan's strange moves, many people's hearts were terrified, and most of the team suddenly ran away and joined Zhang Fan's team.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan looked at the remaining hundreds of people with a little surprise.

Under such a disadvantage, it is really surprising that there are still people who stay there loyally.

Seeing that his team fell apart in an instant, and more than half of the people left, the middle-aged man's face was extremely ugly.

"Tell us about your profession"

Zhang Fan sat tremblingly on the ground, there was no way, the old man's body was tired after standing for a while.

"I am a farmer"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and didn't want to answer, but the question asked by the city lord couldn't be controlled by his mouth at all.

Zhang Fan was even more surprised, he didn't see that he was wearing anything just now, but he didn't expect that he was really an ordinary farmer.

An ordinary peasant actually manages a large group of fighting arms!

Seeing that Zhang Fan was surprised, the middle-aged man smiled disdainfully: "Even if I'm just a farmer, I can abuse your fighting arms."

"Really?"

Zhang Fan became interested, beckoned Stark, and said with a smile: "You two have a fight, I want to see how good you are."

"If you say you're going to fight, you really think you're a character? If you're on Earth, I won't even look at your kind of garbage!"

The middle-aged man scolded.

This courage is not bad, he is already kneeling on the ground and is still so fierce, but will Zhang Fan get used to him?

A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he said coldly: "What I said, you'd better hear it clearly, and then execute it!"

As soon as the words landed, a black light flashed, and the bloodthirsty demon knife came to the middle man's neck as if it was teleporting, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at his neck.

As a former mercenary, he has a strong sense of crisis, and he can clearly feel the strong murderous intent coming from this knife.

A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, the middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, and only then did he relax when he saw the bloodthirsty demon knife slowly leaving, just now it seemed to be on the line between life and death, even when he was a mercenary doing dangerous tasks before, he didn't feel so dangerous.

The middle-aged man wiped his cold sweat and stood up, deciding that the hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, wouldn't he just try to compete? It would not be bad to give them a dismount, the middle-aged man comforted himself so much in his heart.

The group took a few steps back, and a space was emptied.

Stark put down his shield and machete, and looked at the middle-aged man with confidence, but after many battles, he still had confidence in dealing with a small peasant.

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully, he didn't even bother to pose in a fighting posture, and he looked even more confident.

Seeing that the opponent did not attack, Stark burst into a loud and launched an attack in advance, smashing a straight punch into his chest, looking full of might.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he narrowly dodged the punch, and then bullied forward, and swept down Stark's lower plate with a sweeping leg, Stark also had combat experience, and hurriedly wanted to dodge when he saw this.

But the middle-aged man's speed was too fast, and his feet were as powerful as an iron bar, and Stark was suddenly swept off the ground with his feet off the ground, losing his balance.

"Drink!" the middle-aged man let out a low snort, and another punch slammed into Stark's waist, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Stark's mouth.

Stark fell to the ground and clutched his waist, unable to speak in pain for a while.

It only took two moves to defeat Stark, and everyone was stunned.

Zhang Fan motioned to the soldier next to him to send Stark back to the barracks to recuperate, clapped his hands and praised: "I have some strength."

"If you want to fight, send something that can fight, don't send this kind of scum, it's not enough to be embarrassing"

The middle-aged man is still unforgiving.

"Damn, so arrogant?"

"Don't drag it like that!"

"City Lord, let me go out and kill him!"

The surrounding soldiers immediately glared angrily, and they all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

"Are you? Are you sure you want to send someone who can fight?"

Zhang Fan smiled: "Orc No. 1, go to battle!"

Seeing that the city lord was calling Orc No. 1, everyone smiled knowingly, everyone knew how strong Orc No. 1 was, and he would definitely be able to torture him to death.

When the huge figure of more than two meters tall walked out of the team, full of explosive muscles, the middle-aged man who looked at it was also a little weak.

This Nima, take hormones, right? Why is it so tall and strong?

"I'll let you make ten moves" Orc Number One looked at the little dwarf in front of him, and smiled with the same disdain.

The middle-aged man was also annoyed, took a horse step on the ground, took a deep breath, and threw a punch with all his strength in an angry shout.

There was a loud bang, but Orc One didn't move.

The punch was like a blow to steel, and it shook his own hands a little numb.

I don't believe it! The middle-aged man's heart let out a roar of disdain, and his fists frantically swung and hit Orc One's body.

Ten Punches...... Twenty punches...... Thirty punches......

Orc One finally frowned impatiently and grabbed him.

The middle-aged man who was still majestic just now was thrown out like a little chicken in the hands of Orc One.

"It's just vulnerable!"

"Look at you are still arrogant"

"I think you're a scumbag"

There was a burst of cheers around him, and he was very relieved, no matter how good he was to coax people, he was not a good person to kill in one move under the hands of Orc One.

Zhang Fan coughed lightly and laughed a few times, looked at the middle-aged man who walked over with a gray face, and smiled: "What's your name?"

"No name, orphan, nicknamed Scar"

The middle-aged man replied with a little reluctance.

Although Orc One is obviously a winner, because it is an unfair contest in terms of size and defense, Scar does not say such meaningless nonsense, winning is win!

"Scar?"

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned.

Although this face looks rough, how can there be a scar?

"After coming here for some reason, the scar on my face is gone"

Scar was a little depressed, but he actually liked the scar on his face, and thought it was a symbol of a warrior.

Zhang Fan suddenly realized that the repair function of the barracks seemed to repair his scar as well.

"Well, I want you to form a separate team and name Team Scar"

Zhang Fan looked at Scar with a smile, this is a talent, not to be missed.