Feng Lin rolled his eyes, this must be Cen Caixuan's reminder to him.
Looks like you've found the right place.
When he looked at the menu above, his eyes almost popped out.
One plate of fried noodles costs fifty kilograms of spiritual stone.
There are also various kinds of rice bowls and side dishes, and the minimum price is 50 pounds.
As for the last "fried forest", it requires one hundred kilograms of spiritual stones.
Feng Lin looked at the people eating around him. They were all eating fried noodles. In addition, they were all injured. He seemed to understand what was going on here.
"I think I've heard of this kind of place."
Yumu stepped forward and whispered in Feng Lin's ear, "There is a similar restaurant in the Western Continent, where top experts are stationed. Anyone who causes trouble in the restaurant will be killed without mercy."
"It's as I guessed." Feng Lin nodded with a smile.
The food here and so many spiritual stones are actually not food to buy, but their lives.
Most of these people were injured and were looking for a safe place to recover.
So I always order fried noodles because they are cheap.
"What do you want? Please leave if you don't order."
Sitting at the counter is an old man with Western appearance.
He has red hair, a red beard, and a oozing scar on his face.
It looked shocking.
Feng Lin walked over with a smile, "Let's fry Feng Lin for three servings."
The bearded old man looked down at his phone, waved his hand and said: "No materials, please change."
"I am the material."
Feng Lin lay on the counter and whispered.
The old man then raised his head, observed Feng Lin carefully, and then opened a photo from his mobile phone.
After comparing it, he chuckled and said, "Are you here?"
"Senior, I like this unique method very much."
Feng Lin smiled and nodded, "I am Feng Lin."
"follow me."
The old man took Feng Lin to the kitchen of the restaurant.
"Senior, is Cen Caixuan here?"
Feng Lin asked in a low voice.
"It's unfortunate that you're here, she's out for training."
The old man pointed to a stone slab in the kitchen, "There are ruins inside. Just tell me your name."
"Thank you."
Feng Lin looked back at the two people behind him, "Let's go in."
After saying that, he put his hand on the stone slab, and Yaoyao and Yumu followed suit.
Three people appeared in a mountain forest.
There are no guards here, feel the atmosphere carefully, there are not many people there.
However, they are all strong.
Feng Lin took the two of them to the depths, where they actually saw the beast tribe.
"who are you?"
One of the orc men stood up and stared at Feng Lin and asked.
He was wearing a suit, had blond hair, animal ears and a rough face, like a lion.
"My name is Feng Lin, Cen Caixuan asked me to come."
Feng Lin explained with a smile.
"Sister Caixuan?"
The face of the orc man suddenly softened, "Haha! Hello brother, my name is Liang Jian..."
"roll!"
Before Liang Jian could finish his words, he was punched out by a woman wearing leather clothes and leather trousers.
This woman has a graceful figure. The curvature of the leather jacket in front of her and the curvature of the leather pants are all astonishing.
Compared with Cen Caixuan, she is a little worse, but at least she is at the level of D.
Almost perfect gourd shape.
That is to say, it is big at the top, thin at the waist, and also big at the bottom.
She is tall, has long blue hair, and light blue eyes.
His face gave off a very proud look, as if he looked down on Feng Lin.
What is strange is that in this state, even if she is wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, she is also wearing a black fluffy coat.
As for what kind of monster fur it was, Feng Lin didn't know.
Han Xi stepped on black high heels, crossed her arms, and walked to Feng Lin with cat steps, "Are you the Feng Lin that Cen Caixuan said?"
"Yes, hello, senior."
Feng Lin could feel the strong power of the other party.
"Cen Caixuan keeps bragging about you in front of me, and it doesn't look good."
As Han Xi spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed Feng Lin's wrist, "Dacheng Sixth Level? Is she kidding?"
"My master is very strong, and the sixth level of Dacheng can still teach you a lesson!"
Yaoyao stared at Han Xi angrily.
"Teach me a lesson?"
Han Xi showed a contemptuous smile. She let go of Feng Lin and was about to speak.
An orc woman wearing a white skirt and long white hair came from the depths.
She has a slightly chubby figure and looks mature and charming. Her white hair is combed into a bun on the back of her head, with two hairpins on the left and right sides.
The colors of the hairpins are one gold and one silver.
There are white animal ears on the top of her head, and the colors of her eyes are also one gold and one silver.
"Hanxi, be polite when treating guests."
The fox tribe member smiled and spoke in a very gentle voice.
"You are...the nine-tailed fox clan!"
Yu Mu stared at the woman in front of him and exclaimed.
Feng Lin first glanced at Yu Mu, then looked at the orc woman.
Those gold and silver eyes always feel a bit familiar.
Suddenly, he remembered a person, a fox to be precise.
The little fox who calls himself Lao Shen also has eyes of one gold and one silver.
"What? The Nine-tailed Fox Clan that was on par with the Snow Dragon Clan back then?"
Yaoyao also widened his eyes. The reputation of this clan back then was no less than that of the Demon Clan.
"Yes, my name is Qingqiu Yun."
The mature woman in front of her smiled, and her fox-like eyes made people enchanted.
"Hello, senior, I am Feng Lin."
Feng Lin took a step back and took off the black robes of Yaoyao and Yumu respectively, "This is Yaoyao and the other is Yumu."
"Demon clan?"
Qingqiu Yun looked at the two of them in surprise.
Han Xi crossed his arms, his face still disdainful, "Sister Yun, I think Cen Caixuan is deliberately playing tricks on us and found a Dacheng Sixth Level."
"Caixuan is not that kind of person."
Qingqiu Yun smiled and shook his head.
"Sister Yun! I just don't understand. Cen Caixuan, the seventh-level Dacheng, only entered the eighth level after so many years. Why are you and the old madman so obsessed with her?"
Han Xi put his leather pants in his pocket, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
Feng Lin here shook his head slightly. No wonder this woman was a little hostile to him.
It seems that his relationship with Cen Caixuan is not very good.
"Hanxi, I'll have a chat with Feng Lin."
Qingqiu Yun smiled and patted Han Xi on the shoulder, but did not answer her question.
"snort!"
Han Xi snorted lightly and turned around to leave.
Qingqiu Yun pointed to the stone on the side, "Sit down, Hanxi's knife has a soft mouth, don't worry about it."
"Didn't care."
Feng Lin signaled Yaoyao and Yumu to sit down.
"If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Qingqiu Yun also sat on a stone nearby, smiling and looking at a few people.
"Is your hotel the same force as the hotels in the Western Continent?"
Yu Mu asked strangely.
"No, generally the people who open this kind of restaurant are people who don't like to show off, or are unable to show off."
Qingqiu Yun pointed at herself, "For example, here we have the Beast Clan, Cen Caixuan's Jiuyou Clan, and Han Xi's race with the blood of the Northern Wilderness. They are all wanted by the Yin Yang Crusaders."
"She has Northern Wilderness blood?"
Feng Lin looked at the direction where Hanxi disappeared.
"That's right."
Qingqiu Yun smiled and nodded, "We are people who cannot be public. We open a restaurant quietly and do not expand our territory."
"Won't the Yin Yang Crusaders come to check?" Feng Lin asked.
"They can come to eat, but if they want to investigate, they will have to pay the price in blood."
Qingqiu Yun was still smiling, "If we are leading the team at the commander level, we will change the place and continue to open the store. Their commander does not have that much free time."
Feng Lin stared at Qingqiu Yun. He was so indifferent when he mentioned the commander. Could it be that this woman is...
"I'm back!"
At this moment, an old man's voice came from the direction of the entrance to the ruins.
Feng Lin and others turned around and saw a beggar in tattered clothes staggering over with a plate of fried noodles.