Early in the morning, sunny

The wind is a little warmer than yesterday.

The weather in June is exactly like this, with cold nights and very hot days, with the best in the morning.

Since parting with Liu Qingfu, Han Chuang has been boarding non-stop, but in five days, he came to Yunmengze in the west of the Southeast Region.

Yunmengze is a strange place, full of miracles of getting rich overnight, but also full of the sadness of dying overnight.

Warriors hunt demon beasts in Yunmengze, demon beasts are also hunting humans, the two major races of the Shenzhou Continent kill each other in a swampy wetland; human beings rely on the body of demon beasts to earn money, and demon beasts rely on human bodies to satisfy hunger, Yunmengze is full of a deformed symbiotic system, and there is no order at all.

The gazebo, the tea shed, a resting place, is also filled with the smell of gunpowder of battle.

The noisy voice chiseled into the ears of Han Chuang, who was drinking tea: "Wang Dali, that six-eyed takin is the first to be faced by the War Dragon Mercenary Group, you villain took advantage of our war with it and lost both, if you don't hand over the money from selling the six-eyed takin carcass today, Lao Tzu will let you go out sideways!"

It was a one-eyed man, dressed in a short linen shirt, with an unsheathed steel knife pinned to his waist, and his one-eyed eyes were quite imposing. There are not a few martial artists with physical disabilities like this in Yunmengze, most of them are poor martial artists, and they have no money and no power.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, if you have no money, you go to study literature, and you can't practice martial arts; this is not difficult to understand, weapons, pills, and advanced martial arts all need money, and it is difficult to move an inch without money, so these cold martial artists went to Yunmengze desperately, hoping to rely on hunting demon beasts to fill the funds for martial arts.

Many people have become a good meal for the beasts, some have been seriously injured and disabled, and only a very small number of people have been able to make a name for themselves.

This one-eyed man is obviously not one of them, the six-eyed takin is just a demon beast in the replenishment period, and a martial artist who has achieved fame will not shout and kill for the demon beast in the replenishment period.

That Wang Dali is also not.

Han Chuang glanced at him contemptuously, but Zhang's appearance was dignified, tall and burly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he had the demeanor of a bodybuilder, but Han Chuang could see from those vicious eyes that he was a cool person.

How can a cool person pass through the peak of martial arts.

With just one glance, Han Chuang didn't look at him, and put all his thoughts into the tea in his hand.

Tea is good tea, but it's a pity -

He sneered.

There were not many guests in the tea shed, except for the one-eyed man's War Dragon Mercenary Group and Wang Dali's Strong Mercenary Group, there was only Han Chuang.

A white-faced scholar is not worth caring about at all, and both groups of people treat him as if he were air.

"Okay, you one-eyed Liao, you don't know Yun Mengze's rules, whoever kills the demon beast will own the corpse, and I ask you, did I cut the last knife!" Wang Dali slapped the table, rightly arrogant.

One-eyed Liao obviously didn't expect Wang Dali to say this, he was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yes, yes—so what?"

Wang Dali smiled and said: "That's right, since it is the last knife I cut, of course the corpse belongs to me, and the three thousand taels of silver obtained from selling the corpse of the demon beast naturally belong to me, what does it have to do with your one-eyed Liao?"

"Captain Wang, you can't say that, if it weren't for the previous efforts of the War Dragon Mercenary Group, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy for you to kill that demon beast. ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, two upturned mustaches under his nose, his body was as thin as a piece of paper, and when he spoke, his eyes blinked, revealing a clever light.

"A smart person, it's a pity, Yun Mengze is not a place for smart people to live. Han Chuang smiled slightly, as if he was drinking, and drank the tea.

Wang Dali glanced at the thin man and sneered, "Who are you?"

The thin man said: "No, the master of the Battle Dragon Mercenary Group, Xiao Yi!" When he spoke, he had a look of pride.

The War Dragon Mercenary Group is also a well-known mercenary group in Yunmengze, and as the chief bookkeeper in charge of clerical matters, he naturally has a reason to be proud.

But—

"Bring humiliation on yourself!" Han Chuang shook his head, secretly saying in his heart.

Sure enough, a trace of disdain flashed in Wang Dali's eyes, and he shouted: "I'm talking to the head of your family, what are you talking about, don't retreat!"

Turning his head to One-Eyed Liao, he said, "One-Eyed Liao, this is the master of your War Dragon Mercenary Group?"

When he said this, the one-eyed Liao's face was red and white.

Wang Dali seems to be vulgar, but in fact he is a thoughtful person, knowing that this Xiao Yi is much more difficult to deal with than the poison Liao, so he was the first to speak and cut off his mouth.

Sure enough, the one-eyed Liao stared at Xiao Yi fiercely, and shouted: "Shameful things, don't retreat!"

Xiao Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he happened to meet the cautious eyes of the one-eyed Liao, and he knew that he couldn't say any more, so he sighed and retreated behind the one-eyed Liao.

When Han Chuang saw it, he smiled in his heart: "Not only is he not self-sufficient, but he is still a rat, but it's a pity!" He poured himself another cup of tea and watched the situation.

One-eyed Liao sneered and said: "Wang Dali, Lao Tzu told you clearly, Lao Tzu is not here to talk to you about the rules, nor is he here to talk to you about the size of the matter; Lao Tzu is here to ask for money!

As soon as the words fell, the warriors behind the one-eyed Liao were all unsheathed.

At the same time, the warrior behind Wang Dali was not to be outdone and pulled out his weapon.

The two groups of people are faintly facing each other, and their momentum is rising.

Wang Dali sneered: "Okay, you one-eyed Liao, are you deliberately trying to stir up trouble?"

One-eyed Liao said: "Wang Dali, don't talk to Lao Tzu about other troubles, as long as you hand over half of the money, Lao Tzu will leave immediately, no two words, otherwise-" He snorted and stared at Wang Dali viciously, "You can do it yourself!" The threat was overflowing.

The Dali Mercenary Group is not inferior to the War Dragon Mercenary Group, how could Wang Dali be afraid of the one-eyed Liao's provocation, only listened to his yin and yang weird "hum" twice, and said: "Boys, give me three thousand taels of silver!"

As soon as the words fell, the four Xiao Si carried a silver box with a red background to Wang Dali, Wang Dali stretched out his hand and opened the silver box, and the sound of swallowing in his throat sounded around him.

"How about it? Three thousand taels of silver is here, I want to see what you can do to get it!" Wang Dali's steel knife came out of the sheath, and his momentum continued to rise.

One-eyed Liao shouted: "Okay, I'll see how many taels you have." Don't look at his burly body, but his jumping is flexible, and when the sound arrives, he slashes at Wang Dali's chest with a slash.

Han Chuang's eyelids were raised, and he saw a phantom of a tiger with hanging eyes appear behind him.

"Tiger Beast Martial Soul, ordinary, skill is about eight layers of body replenishment, ordinary, martial art is also the most ordinary three-talent sword, this is the Hanmen Martial Artist!" Han Chuang sighed in his heart.

In fact, this one-eyed Liao's talent is not weak, and he is also considered to be a middle-class among the children of the family, but he has no money or power, and there is no supply of pill exercises, so his strength has not been able to go up, and he can only hover around the eighth layer of supplementation.

Han Chuang said two more words of pity, raised his head, and drank the tea.

When he was hungry and thirsty, coarse tea was still considered a good tea, but now, it is extremely inferior, swallowing it in his mouth, and only feeling astringent.

"Good tea, man! This tea is so bad!"

A young man wearing a broken shirt, a square scarf on his head, and a towel on his shoulders walked over tremblingly, and whispered to Han Chuang: "Guest, guest officer, it's better to leave early, early, this group of warriors is a murderous and unblinking goods." ”

Han Chuang glanced at him, and said with a smile: "These two groups of people have no grudges or grudges against me, whatever I go, you just have to serve good tea, and I will watch the play!" ”

The ill-intentioned people glanced at each other, quietly touched Han Chuang and sat down, and surrounded him in the center.

Seeing this, the man didn't dare to say anything, but the look of pain on his face was even better, and he thought: "I asked you to go just now, but you didn't go, but now it's okay, and you can't leave if you want to." ”

He didn't know that when he opened his head, Han Chuang didn't plan to walk by.

Although he was a martial artist in the Huayuan period, he had never entered Yunmengze, and he happened to be looking for two or three guides this time.

But seeing that in the field, Wang Dali shouted, his eyes shook angrily, and he made a beautiful grappling hand, blocking the one-eyed Liao's steel knife, and grabbing his claws to his chest.

The martial spirit appeared, and it turned out to be an eagle with gloomy eyes.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and said in his heart: "It's really a cool person." ”