"Fuck your mother!!" Before the Emperor Cheng could say anything, everyone in the crowd, except Zha Caili and Gao Da Mo, quit. Why did everyone gather here?

On the one hand, it is the meritorious service of the imperial court. Maybe he can become an official and break away from the shackles of his current status and profession. On the other hand, needless to say, it is naturally the power of incense and incense that everyone covets.

Fortunately, Guangcheng couldn't escape the temptation of incense, let alone a group of vulgar people like them.

If you come up and ask for everything, what should we do, don’t give up the money?

Do you really think Qi practitioners are selfless and good people who sacrifice themselves for others?

[Spiritual Messenger], activate!

[Name: Wang Xu]

[Title: Second Cobbler (Conquering evil spirits and avoiding evil spirits, reducing the risk of corpse fraud to a certain extent. As long as taboos are not violated, occupational safety is guaranteed.)]

【Strength: 6.0】

[Physique: 5.0]

[Agility: 7.0]

【Spirit:29.0】

[Badge: Night Owl, Sewing Master]

[Qi Refiner: Flying Scenery]

[Special abilities: "Ghost Gate Needle", "Evil-Repelling Technique", "Evil Spirit Technique" (Proficient)]

'Two cobblers?'

Since ancient times, it has been taboo to die without a complete body.

People believe that limbs will be lost after death, and there will be congenital disabilities after reincarnation. Therefore, special people are needed to mend the body, and the cobbler was born under this background.

The most common place is the execution ground. They live nearby and wait for work. Their main skills are "sewing" and "mending".

"Sewing" means to sew the separated corpses, and restore the original appearance of the corpse by threading needles and threads. "Repairing" refers to completing the corpse, and the thing used to complete the restoration is usually straw.

"Kakaka"

The aura of Feijingjing plummeted by half, and his height of two meters soared to more than four meters. His body, which was already taller than the opponent, instantly made the opponent in front of him become dwarfed, like a toddler learning to talk.

He Zhao stretched out his index finger, which was thicker than a carrot, tapped Wang Xu's forehead, lowered his head and asked.

"Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

"Gudong"

The second cobbler swallowed a gulp of saliva. He didn't know why, but his calves were trembling a little. Looking at the muscular man in front of him, he secretly thought that if the other man slapped him, he could slap his head into his cavity, right?

But then I thought about it, how dare you kill me in front of the City Emperor!

As a result, I became more courageous, and the fear in my eyes suddenly disappeared by half, and I answered firmly.

"Let your mother go"

Before he finished speaking, the giant raised his arm high, aimed at his Tianling Cap, and slapped it hard.

"boom"

The man surnamed Wang only had time to raise his arms and put them in front of his head. Then he felt a surge of divine power and fell to his knees.

The floor immediately collapsed. With him as the center of the circle, it sank about one meter downwards. It was considered safe for him to be buried in the ground.

Everyone could only see a pair of broken arms hanging from the skull.

"Huh? He's not dead."

Young Master He Er was very curious as to how the other party could survive under his huge strength.

Then, he grabbed the head with his big hands and pulled it out, just like carrying a rag doll.

"straw?"

But on the broken arms, thick broken straw was exposed between the tattered sleeves.

He took out one and twisted it with his fingers.

Hard as steel and full of toughness.

Wang Xu's heart was bleeding. He didn't have many of these straws. Each straw was picked from a scarecrow that had been standing in the field for more than three years and was the thickest and best-looking straw.

Over the past ten years, he had managed to get it together, but today he lost the straw in his arms due to a verbal dispute. He did not vomit blood on the spot, which is a sign of strong psychological quality.

Of course, it's more about being inferior in strength than others. And it's confirmed that the person in front of you is insane. In front of the City Emperor, do you dare to kill him?

grass, a plant.

Before he could ask for mercy, a hand surnamed He grabbed his ankle and turned his whole body upside down. Under the doubtful eyes of a group of people, he started shaking wildly.

As the cobbler moved up and down, the straws hidden on his body came out one by one.

"Plop!"

Tens of seconds later, no straw could be shaken out, and Wang Xu was thrown aside.

"mine!"

He scooped up straw from the ground, tilted his head and said to the cobbler who was lying on the stone slab with his butt sticking out.

Bandits!

"puff"

Finally, one of them couldn't hold it back and the victim vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of people saw He Zhao flying with his hands.

After a while, a piece of soft armor woven from straw appeared in front of everyone.

"???"

You still have this skill!

Zha Caili stared at the giant, looking like he was thinking about everything.

The other party's technique is eighty-nine times similar to the "Paper Tie Technique" passed down from his family.

Could it be that they are somewhat related to my old Li family?

"Thanks."

Young Master He was very satisfied with his workmanship and thanked Wang Xu who was vomiting blood.

You

To kill someone is to kill one's heart.

Others who disagreed in their hearts immediately became in agreement on their faces.

"Okay, that's it."

The second cobbler jumped out earlier, but the City Emperor did not stop him. He also wanted to see with his own eyes the strength of a man who could skin an evil spirit.

Now, after witnessing the whole process, I naturally feel confident that it is time to jump out and stop it.

She can't let others really kill people on her territory, right?

"After the event is completed, each person will receive ten years of incense. How about twenty years of congratulations to Zhao?"

Don't think that ten years is a small number. After thirty years of saving, Gao Da Mo can only save ten sticks of one-year incense. This shows how much blood the city emperor has shed.

Knowing that they can't beat a murderer and a ruthless person, they nodded repeatedly when they heard this. Ten years of incense is comparable to fifteen or even twenty years of hard training for a person with mediocre qualifications.

"Not good!"

With the agreement of everyone, Master He stood up to refute.

Guangcheng, who had been standing at the door with a look of joy on his face, froze again.

My young master, twenty years of incense is quite a lot!

"He's a loser who can't even withstand my palm, so he gets ten years of incense. I'm a master, but I cripple him with one palm, and I get twenty years of incense?"

"Hey, who are you looking down on?"

"Guangcheng, let's go."

Talk fell apart?

Everyone looked at each other, something was wrong, it was just a preliminary negotiation, how could we just leave!

He has such a bad temper that even twenty-year-old incense cannot be looked down upon.

Suddenly, an atmosphere called poverty filled the crowd.

Invisibly, they became shorter, and He Zhao looked away as he left.

"Thirty years."

The City Emperor, who was sitting high on the altar, looked at someone's back, and the old god was saying something.

Guangcheng couldn't move his footsteps.
To be continued...