Hearing Mu Li call Yang Fan the master, Roth knew that among these people, Yang Fan was the main master.

Glancing at Yang Fan up and down, seeing that he looked ordinary and didn't seem to have anything special, Roth couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart. Especially after seeing Catherine's eyes full of trust when she looked at Yang Fan, he felt even more angry.

"Hey, boy, who are you? Didn't you hear what I just said? Now that our Predator Regiment is going to charter this hotel, why don't you get out of here?" In addition, the safety of this young lady in the future will be handed over to us, just because you soft-footed shrimp can't even protect yourself, and you still want to protect others, it's a joke. ”

In Rot's opinion, he represents the iron-blooded mercenary group, and even if the other party is a nobleman of the Duchy of Perus, he would not dare to confront him, so he suddenly changed his previous gentlemanly demeanor and his attitude became bad. Of course, there may also be a hint of unpleasant emotions in Yang Fan.

For this kind of self-righteous person, Yang Fan has always liked to ignore it directly. However, at this time, if he ignores it, the other party will definitely continue to entangle, so in order to avoid trouble, Yang Fansuo pointed at Mu Li and said: "Since you are so confident in your subordinates, then let your people fight with my subordinates! ”

When Roth heard this, he glared at Yang Fan fiercely: "Okay! Since you are looking for death by yourself, then don't blame me for not being merciful." After speaking, he turned around and pointed to a middle-aged man with a broadsword on his back and said, "You come to compete with him, and you must let them experience what it means to be self-immeasurable." ”

Looking at Roth's sneering expression, Yang Fan hooked the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart - stupid b.

And Catherine never glanced at Lot from beginning to end, and she had an almost blind trust in the current Yang Fan.

Seeing that a big battle was about to break out, two voices suddenly sounded in the hall at the same time.

"Slow"

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, I saw that one of the people who spoke was the hotel proprietress and the other was from the team of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group.

"What do you mean, lady?" asked Roth, looking at her lady viciously.

The proprietress of the hotel walked out of the counter from the side, came to everyone and said, "This is a place to do business, not a dueling arena, if you want to compete, please go out and find another place!"

This request is not excessive, and it is well known that private fights are not allowed in the Drunken Dream Hotel, so Roth didn't say anything more. But what made him feel strange was why his subordinates had to stop him, looking at the person who spoke, Roth was slightly stunned, and couldn't help asking: "Krull, what are you for?"

A middle-aged man who was also carrying a broadsword on his back, but the whole person looked extraordinarily imposing, walked up to Roth and said, "Young Master, the strength of that big man on the other side is at least at the level of a Sword Saint, let me come!"

"What, he's a Juggernaut? you read that right?" Roth asked in surprise.

The hotel proprietress on the side was also slightly stunned when she heard this, and a fine light flashed quickly in her eyes.

Krull nodded and said, "I can feel that he is very strong, and even I am not sure of victory." ”

"Even you're not sure, you're a mid-level sword saint, is he a high-level sword saint, or a sword god?"

Krull smiled faintly and said, "No, he is not a sword god, if he is really a sword god, it is impossible for me to perceive his strength anymore, so his strength should be a high-level sword saint." ”

"Yes, I didn't expect to meet a high-level Sword Saint in this remote town, it seems that we underestimate this remote place. "A mage with fluffy red hair and a staff nearly two meters long walked out of the ranks of the Iron and Blood Mercenary Regiment.

"Yes! If Reg hadn't led the team to explore the way, I would definitely be eager to fight with him!" a middle-aged man with short brown hair and a calm temperament also walked up to Roth's side.

"Cut, that battle maniac, seeing that everyone wants to fight, I don't know how much trouble will happen if I don't send him to explore the way!" said a man with a languid expression and even a yawn.

At the same time, from the ranks of the iron-blooded mercenary group, two more people dressed as swordsmen came out one after another and walked to Rot's side.

Six people walked out in a row, and Yang Fan and the hotel proprietress were slightly shocked, and those who dared to stand up and speak at this time were probably at the lowest level of strength.

Although this iron-blooded mercenary group is one of the three major mercenary groups in the mainland, there is only one member of the saint-level strength in each team, judging from the current situation, they seem to have transferred nearly half of the saint-level masters of the entire mercenary group for this operation to capture the black dragon, which made Yang Fan even more unable to understand the reason why they spent so much effort to capture the black dragon.

Looking at the six masters around him, Roth also calmed down, and secretly said in his heart, even if you have a high-level sword master, I have a full 7 saint-level masters under me, although that battle maniac is not there, but it is not very easy to win against you with the six people around me.

"Since the proprietress said so, then I will give you a face. Luo Te looked at Yang Fan and said: "Boy, don't think that you can show off your might if you have a high-level sword saint as a guard, I will let you see what strength is, and if you have it, come out with us." ”

"Yo! so powerful? It seems that you are preparing to go up with six? Six to fight one, this is the strength of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically.

Catherine on the side also glared at them fiercely, gritting her teeth and scolding "despicable"

Hearing the words of the two, the six people around Roth were a little embarrassed, and their old faces couldn't help but turn red.

"Cut! You don't slander the honor of my iron-blooded mercenary group here, there are six people on our side, if you have other subordinates, call them quickly, no matter how many there are, we don't care, we will always fight with you with six people. Roth said with a smirk.

Although the words were beautiful, in fact, he expected that Yang Fan would not find more masters, after all, although the holy level was much more than the god level, it was not a cabbage, and not everyone could summon so many casually.

Yang Fan sighed and said, "Hey, it seems that you are determined that we don't have as many people as you? Hmm! It's really difficult to do now! Or Catherine, you can go with them?"

Knowing that Yang Fan was deliberately doing something, Catherine quietly stretched out two fingers from under the table and pinched his waist, which immediately made Yang Fan grin in pain.

"I'm just bullying you, what can you do? A country turtle was lucky enough to pick up a high-level sword saint as a guard, and he really thought he was invincible in the world. Roth said disdainfully.

"Haha! You're talking about yourself! We don't seem to be less than you in terms of numbers!" Just as Roth finished speaking, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door.