Shi Yin's tone is extremely calm when he speaks, and even gives people a cold feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two silver-clad knights in armor had long since disappeared without a trace, as if they had used the Escape Technique.

"Second master, why didn't you use your body to resist other people's attacks this time?" said the little devil with his tongue out.

Ling Feng replied without thinking, "Isn't there a spirit weapon like you, why am I still using my body to resist? Ling Feng didn't know what to say

After the fight, the streets became crowded again, and these people were like extras, they were both actors and their own directors. Or call it a spectator, there is no shortage of such people anywhere.

Doing business, shopping, walking the dog, life here is not much different from the life in the world on Ling Feng's side, Ling Feng carefully observed the environment here. Ling Feng even felt that this was his original world, and it was even more real.

"Yo, those who have walked by, those who have passed by, come and have a look, take a look. The shouting of a middle-aged sweater echoed through the streets. "Freshly prepared weapons, go into battle to kill the enemy, kill the orcs, and become a brave man who stands alone. Let's take a look. Take a look! You can slash and slash orcs even if you don't have a combat-type artifact. Come and take a look, take a look, don't miss it when you pass by" All the passers-by were gathered together by this loud shout.

People are next to each other, their heads are surging, and those behind them are looking up, as if their necks are as long as goose necks.

In front of the middle-aged Great Khan were all some cold weapons, some of which were like Damascus sabers, ghostly arcs. Some are tomahawks, or the kind of double-edged tomahawks, which are not wielded by ordinary people. Some are Western cross-swords, and there are short daggers that glow with cold light.........

"Hey, how do you sell this weapon?" someone in the crowd asked.

The middle-aged man shook his huge palm, and his five fingers were spread. There was no answer. "5,000 gold coins?" the strong man shook his head and denied, "It's 50,000 gold coins." "I'm going to rob you, is this a robbery? "If it's too expensive, you don't want to sell it. "Cut. The questioner snorted and walked away boredly. Over here

"Why is Shiyin so lively there, let's go take a look!" Ling Feng was also attracted by the shout. "Ah Feng, aren't you going to the Colosseum?" Shi Yin didn't care if he was in a hurry to go to the Colosseum, Shi Yin went there as many times as Ling Feng always made mistakes and was called to the office. In short, Shiyin is already familiar with the road there. "What's the hurry! I still want to know more about this place, I don't want to go back to that academy where birds don't early, and there is not even a ghost!" Ling Feng complained.

After saying that, Ling Feng took Shi Yin's hand and went to the place where the crowd had gathered.

But people are next to each other, black and oppressive, only shaking their heads back and forth, and there are many unfamiliar backs. The more Ling Feng couldn't see, the more he wanted to see what was going on. In the end, the crowded place is a performing artist, such as breaking a boulder on the chest or something, or doing tricks. Maybe it's an elf, but how can an elf have such a deep voice.

"I can't see anything. Ling Feng muttered. "Ah Feng, do you want to see the excitement so much, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Shi Yin stared at Ling Feng with his eyebrows. Ling Feng thought to himself, I was just watching a lively scene. Could it be that the police uncle will come and take me back to the bureau for torture?" Ling Feng asked.

"Wow. Isn't the trouble already coming?" Shi Yin said, pouting.

There were three guys in armor walking towards them, and Ling Feng recognized two of them, the two people who had fought with Shi Yin just now, and the two guys who had fled with their tails between them. At this moment, there was another guy in clear gray armor, and the guy in the blue-gray armor had a red cloak behind him, and that guy had broken blond hair. None of them wore heavy armor on their heads and a sword pinned to their waists like the other two.

"Is this to call for help?" Ling Feng watched as the blonde-haired guy held his helmet in one hand and flicked the other. The two people who were scared away by Shi Yin seemed to be reluctantly pulled by the guy in front. The footsteps were particularly heavy. "Let's go! The head of the Knights has come to sweep the streets again. Hey, the knife seller on the other side, I went first. The business person on the other side immediately rolled up and left, and left like lightning.

"Damn, the knight still plays the role of a city manager here!" Ling Feng thought with a smile as he looked at the fleeing hawker. Sure enough, the life of the little people is the worst.

The people gathered on the opposite side all dispersed again, and now Ling Feng could see clearly what this guy was doing.

"Sure enough, should we still kill them?" Shi Yin summoned Oni Toru and advanced towards the three knights with the spirit weapon in hand. "Wait, Shi Yin, this uncle is not a spiritual weapon, right?" Ling Feng asked, taking Shi Yin's hand. "Of course it's not a spiritual weapon, a person has only one spiritual weapon, unless......... In short, these are just weapons. It's not a spiritual artifact. Ah Feng: If you want to confirm, you can ask that uncle. Shi Yin said impatiently. Shi Yin wanted to break up Ling Feng and kill all three of them. The oni in Shi Yin's hands has not only killed orcs, but also killed people. Those who are the most vicious.

A cold light flashed in the corner of the middle-aged man's eyes.

It is very taboo to take the liberty of asking others what their spiritual weapons are, in this continent. Although Ling Feng didn't mean anything when he asked.

Ling Feng evolved from holding Shi Yin's hand to holding Shi Yin's wrist. "Shi Yin come with me!" Ling Feng pleaded. "Alright!" Shi Yin dissipated the spirit weapon.

The middle-aged strong man did not leave. Still sitting there waiting for the customers to visit.

"Uncle, are you a spirit weapon?" Ling Feng said politely. "No, it's just an ordinary weapon. "What is that uncle's spirit weapon?" Ling Feng asked.