"Guest, what do you want to drink?"

"A glass of barley wine. ”

"What else?"

"Some snacks?"

"What level is required?"

"How can you tell the difference?"

"Bronze, silver, gold. Generally, you are of this level, we recommend gold. ”

Fan Baili hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, the first time you try, it's still silver." ”

"Righteous Path, Holy Sect, Demon Clan?"

"Be right. ”

"A gold leaf. ”

Fan Baili was a little distressed about the gold leaf, and got a box of message cards.

Message cards are made with a special process, and the person who posted the message can use spiritual power to seal the information in it, and each message card can only be extracted three times, and the content will be lost after three times. Due to the peculiarity of the material, each silver quest will charge one gold leaf, and as for the gold quest, it will take five gold leaves to get.

In the almost flattering eyes of the bartender, Fan Baili did not stop, and after drinking the barley wine and learning how to obtain information, he left the place, went to buy a few things that the bounty hunters always had to go, and returned to the inn.

After Fan Baili returned to his residence, he opened the small box of the message board, and inside was a small card that was half stone and half jade. It doesn't seem to have half a word, but in fact, the information has been written with spiritual power, and the person receiving the task can only get it by extracting the information in a set method, and if the method is wrong, even if it is smashed into powder, it will not be able to get the secret.

The task is not difficult, even if you get rid of ten mid-level Demon Sect monks who are not lower than the Taibao level, you can complete it, and you can take the relevant tokens to the bartender to receive the reward.

No wonder the bartender suggested that he receive the Gold Quest at the beginning, this silver level is indeed lower, and it seems that it is divided according to the tier. Because in the message he also felt a sentence that was clearly different from that task. "For those who exceed the level, the reward will be reduced by half. ”

This is reasonable, otherwise the high-level will go to grab the low-level tasks, then the middle-level monks will starve to death.

In the next two days, Fan Baili sorted out his equipment and put the eye-catching Wushuang and Yun Qian into the Qiankun bag, and there were not many people who knew about the dragon, so it was not a big problem to have an emergency in his waist. In order to look more like a bounty hunter, he bought some of his usual equipment, such as a narrow-backed battle axe, a mild steel hand crossbow, and a cold iron whip. By the way, there is another set of hunter combat uniforms full of hanging straps, covered with a black turban, and a soft iron visor belt, which is definitely a real hunter.

The battle axe and the cold iron whip mean that his strength is strong, although Fan Baili's body shape is not the same, but it does not hinder his deterrent. No one likes to engage in encounters with men armed with tomahawks and steel whips, these are brave and ruthless, and they are masters of hand-to-hand combat, and they will be planted in their hands if they are not careful.

Fan Baili paid a gold leaf and boarded the cargo Kong Ming boat that was heading to the northwest to transport medicinal herbs.

The price of a gold leaf cannot be considered low, and it is a cargo boat, ordinary people will not take it, and those who can come up are generally businessmen who are in a hurry, or bounty hunters or lone wanderers who accept tasks like Fan Baili.

Bounty hunters live for money, and when they can't do anything, they generally choose to give up their tasks to save their lives.

Lone wanderers are different in that they don't have a specific purpose, but more for their own beliefs and some unexplained reasons. And willing to give up their lives for their beliefs, they are more fanatical believers in comparison.

This is an old Kongming boat, carrying nearly thousands of pounds of medicine, and at the same time, there are still remaining compartments to carry dozens of people. It's just that the environment can't be seen, dozens of people are all perennial fighting men, few can take a bath on time, the various smells mixed in it, the smell is almost fainting, plus the smell of various medicinal herbs wafting, it can directly make people crazy.

Most of the people here can fly through the sky, but no one chooses this. On the one hand, it is necessary to preserve strength, and on the other hand, it is natural to hide identity.

If a bounty hunter is discovered by any large army on both sides, then there will only be one fate, death! A hunter who can touch the front line in the chaos of war must have the purpose of killing, at least to rob military merits, and in the situation of not being able to distinguish between friend and foe, he will generally kill him directly.

Imagine flying in the air and being targeted by a group of people who are not worse than yourself, that way of death, don't be too prominent.

The cargo hold is divided into two layers, the upper layer has a huge space, which is generally used to stack goods, and the lower layer is a spare, but in most cases it is used to place seats.

Fan Baili didn't want to attract attention, so he was here. There are also some temporary positions on the upper floor, plus the ventilation is better, so except for a few sleeping people, other hunters, mercenaries, and lone wanderers are crowded on the upper floor.

The journey was not short, and after eating, he was bored and simply squinted for a while. When he closed his eyes, he suddenly received a heavy kick on his leg.

Why is it that every time I sleep in a similar place in the cabin, I will be attacked by others! Fan Baili opened his eyes and saw a mountain-like man staring at him viciously, and said with a slanted mouth: "Get out of the way, this place is comfortable, let it go!"

Seeing Fan Baili looking over, the big man showed his thigh-thick arms and bared his teeth and shouted. Behind him, there are several other people. At this moment, he looked at Fan Baili with the same eyes. It seems that if he doesn't agree with him, he will come up and put him first and then that.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, and bounty hunters lick blood all year round, have limited time to relax, and prefer to go straight. Presumably, these people are both interested in their position and his appearance of fine skin and tender meat. After all, he is more suitable as a plaything than other rough men.

Fan Baili really didn't expect it to happen to him, and there were almost no people above the middle level to squeeze the lower level. These people in front of them are like this, they rely on grinning their teeth during the demonstration, rather than releasing their breath, and their strength can be imagined.

Fan Baili has long been not a person who cares about the little minion, stood up, silently walked to the side, and said no more.

This action is obviously not an argument, but some people don't think so.

"Just left? I don't know if you're in Lao Tzu's way, and Lao Tzu still bothered to kick you? Dahan said, with an arrogant look on his face that was not disguised at all.

Oh my God, there is still this method of operation?

Fan Baili is really an eye-opener, this technique of touching porcelain is too clumsy, and you are considered the oldest, and the elder is short in front of him.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

Fan Baili smiled, his upper body did not move, his legs were raised, and he kicked over without exerting too much force.

Click.

Before Dahan could react, he was kicked firmly, and he was cut in two in an instant and knelt on the ground. In a moment, he was already holding his calves and crying and grabbing the ground.