Chapter One Hundred and One: Are You Talking About Me?

After leaving the mercenary union, he returned to the restaurant after running out of some ordinary supplies in Ink Sand City, in order to restore his strength, he didn't want to waste any time, and after hastily eating some things, he returned to the room to practice.

After Qin Tian took a deep breath, he slowly sat up cross-legged. Place your palms upwards on top of your legs. It is exactly the Five Hearts Towards the Sky style commonly used by cultivators.

After closing his eyes slightly, Qin Tian locked his mind on the two small suns in his dantian that became the size of pigeon eggs, Qin Tian, who had originally broken through the third layer of the Jiuyang True Scripture in the Xiaoao Jianghu, should have three suns in his dantian.

However, in order to deal with Zuo Lengchan, taking the realm pill temporarily raised his strength to the acquired realm, and also sacrificed one of the suns, but at this time, even the suns in the dantian gradually changed when Qin Tian absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, and the sun that was originally the size of a pigeon's egg gradually became the size of an egg, and there was no intention of stopping, it was still growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Looking at this scene, Qin Tian smiled, according to this situation, I am afraid that it will only take a short time for him to recover to his original strength, and at the same time, he also admires that the aura of heaven and earth in this world is rich, which is really more than ten times that of Xiaoao Jianghu.

When a glimmer of light shone into the room through the crack in the window, Qin Tian also slowly opened his eyes, with a look in his eyes.

"The battle general is high-level, and the speed of recovery is much faster than imagined!" Qin Tian smiled and said to himself.

After a night of cultivation, Qin Tian's strength had recovered a lot, and he had unexpectedly reached the level of the eighth order of a war general, and Qin Tian was naturally very happy about this, the stronger the strength, the more safe it would be for him.

After eating breakfast and retreating the room, Qin Tian quickly rushed to the outside of the city gate, after all, it was not early at this time, and if he took his time, he might miss the time.

When Qin Tian rushed to the outside of Mosha City, it was already crowded outside the city gate, some of them hurriedly entered the city to catch the market, and some of them were out of the city, which was really crowded.

Qin Tian looked at the city gate that was constantly crowded with people, and couldn't help but complain that this ink sand city was too small, but in the end, he had no choice but to squeeze out of the city gate, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out of the crowd.

"Nima, what's going on, there are so many people, so much so that the master doesn't know the goal of the mission. "When he came out of Ink Sand City, Qin Tian's head suddenly became big.

On a clearing outside the city gate, groups of caravans stopped there, and that clearing was very vast, where the goods of those traders were parked, and where there were still many mercenaries guarding, the army of Ink Sand City would not interfere, and those merchants who parked their goods here were also very relieved.

When Qin Tian came here, there were already a lot of vendors here, everyone was preparing to leave, and at the same time, there were many mercenaries riding all kinds of magical beasts in it, and of course, some mercenaries were riding horses.

Horses are the most common and cheapest means of transportation in the Tianwu Continent, and they are also the lowest means of transportation, obviously those mercenaries are not very good.

"Fortunately, I was prepared and knew what the merchant group to escort was called, otherwise it would be a headache!" Qin Tian comforted himself, and it happened that at this time, a middle-aged man who was busy carrying goods walked past Qin Tian, Qin Tian immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, and asked, "This uncle, may I ask which of these traders is the caravan of the Kaz Trading House." ”

The middle-aged man who was carrying the goods glanced at Qin Tian with a little disdain, and then pointed to a larger caravan in the distance, and said, "Isn't that the biggest one the Kaz Trading Bank, where doesn't it have the logo of the Kaz Trading Company!" After speaking, he ignored Qin Tian and continued to carry his goods.

For the disdain in the eyes of the middle-aged, Qin Tian could only smile awkwardly, the Kaz Commercial Bank is a very famous commercial house on the mainland, although it is not ranked in the top ten, but it is very famous on the mainland, and he doesn't even recognize the logo of the Kazi Commercial Bank, no wonder he will be despised by the middle-aged.

Qin Tian glanced in the direction that the middle-aged man was pointing, and saw that dozens of carriages full of goods were parked there, and there was a large group of mercenaries around to support the goods, and a middle-aged man in a luxurious robe was directing the guys who were carrying the goods.

Qin Tian knew at a glance that the middle-aged man was probably the person in charge of this caravan, so he immediately walked over, came to the middle-aged man, and said, "Uncle, may I ask if you are the caravan of the Kaz Trading House that went to the Apocalypse Empire, and issued a B-level escort mission in the mercenary union?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at Qin Tian vigilantly and said, "Why are you asking this?"

Qin Tian smiled and said, "Uncle, if you are going to the Apocalypse Empire, then I will take over the task of your trading firm. As he spoke, he pulled out the task scroll in his arms.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man was stunned, "Are you sure you are taking on the task of our Kaz Chamber of Commerce?" Although some freelance mercenaries can also accept the tasks we have issued in the Mercenary Guild, at least they need to be E-level mercenaries, are you sure?" Looking at Qin Tian's immature face, the middle-aged man had a suspicious look in his eyes.

"Well, what's the matter? Can you tell from my age that I'm not an E-rank mercenary" Qin Tian couldn't help frowning when he saw his appearance, and took out the D-rank mercenary medal he got from Li Yan as he spoke.

"Uh, I didn't expect this respected warrior to be a D-rank mercenary, and I was too much for Meng Lang. The middle-aged man just wanted to refute, but when he saw the medal in Qin Tian's hand, he immediately changed his words, he really didn't expect that this young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old would be a D-rank mercenary.

"It doesn't matter. Qin Tianying said, he was disagreeing in his heart, who made himself young, and the people on this continent like to judge people by their appearance. There is no way to do this, it must be that these people are jealous, Qin Tian smiled evilly and muttered to himself in his heart.

"Well, you're a D-class mercenary, but you're only one person. So when you get along with those three mercenary groups, don't mess with them, those people are very hot-tempered, and it's not easy to provoke. The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Tian and kindly reminded.

"Oh. Qin Tianjian raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled faintly, and did not speak.

If you don't provoke them, you are afraid that they will provoke themselves, and then you will have to ......

"Hey, boy, I'm going to get busy first, those guys are coming, be careful yourself. The middle-aged man who was concerned about Qin Tian's words suddenly changed his face and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction, as if there was a demon behind him.

"Our caravan is about to depart in half an hour, so go and get ready. The middle-aged man who ran to the side turned to Qin Tian and shouted, and after speaking, he ignored Qin Tian and continued to direct those young men to carry the goods on the side.

Qin Tian smiled slightly, his sensitive ears had already heard the sound of laughter and slapstick coming from behind him, presumably, they were the characters that the middle-aged uncle said were not easy to provoke, but ...... You'd better pray that you don't mess with us, or else the nearest exchange point will be in short supply......

However, God always seems to like to joke with the world.

"Hey, that kid in front, I'll stop for uncle, which mercenary group are you?"

A shout and scolding came from not far behind him, pulling Qin Tianzheng back from the pace he was about to leave.

I sighed secretly in my heart: "Why...... There are always so many people who like to look for death, is this continent really overcrowded?" Qin Tian turned around and looked coldly at the group of mercenaries who were getting closer and closer.

The leader of this group of mercenaries, a big man with a giant sword the size of a door panel, was full of tangled muscles, and was stunned by Qin Tian's cold gaze, and took a step back a little cowardly, and stopped casually, a feeling of shame and anger emerged from the bottom of his heart, thinking that he had been on the edge of life and death for so many years, and he would be frightened away by the gaze of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little white face?

The annoyed and angry muscular man, carrying a huge giant sword, rushed forward angrily, and said viciously: "Little white face, what do you see?"

Qin Tian frowned slightly, and in his dark pupils, a cold light flashed from them, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't mess with it, the person you can't afford to mess with, otherwise it will affect your friends." ”

The muscular man was stunned for a moment, and then he reflected it, and his anger was even worse, "You little king and eight lambs, you are still pretending to be forced with the uncle, and the uncle ...... today"

Qin Tian raised his head fiercely, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his dark pupils, and he stared at the big man in front of him.

The muscular man trembled, his heart beat hard, the hairs on his back stood upside down, and his palms gradually became slippery, and he was actually wet with the sweat flowing from his palms.

"Are you talking about me?" a cold tone slowly spat out from Qin Tian's mouth.

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