"Is it done?" The prompt message did not come for a long time, and Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but wonder whether his first summons of the innate warrior ended in failure.
"Summoning successful! The character has been included in room 5-3, the experience value is +1000, and the upper limit of exchange value is +5000!"
"Damn~" Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but curse at the belated prompt dialog box, but at least he pressed down on the worry in his heart, turned around and flew towards room 5-3, eager to know
Who is this ancient warrior? Does he look ugly? How ugly is he?
Pushed open the door 5-3 and walked in.
In front of him is a desolate mountain range. The mountains are not high and there is not much vegetation. Many places are bare rocks, but they are very long. There are patches of grassland under his feet. This makes Chen Jinyuan feel that he has suddenly arrived at the edge of China.
Grassland areas are average.
When I looked up, the sky was blue and blue, with white clouds that were very clear, as if they had been washed by water. A scorching sun hung high above my head, making me feel lazy. Several goshawks were circling above my head, with cold and deep eyes.
He was watching everything on the ground closely, probably searching for his own lunch meat.
There is a temple standing on the mountainside of the desolate mountain in front. From a distance, it seems to be hanging in mid-air. The architectural style is different from that of the Central Plains. The temple has a pointed peak, but it is somewhat similar to the architectural style of the temples of ethnic minorities.
With doubts, Chen Jinyuan rose into the air and flew towards the temple halfway up the mountain.
"What did you write about?"
There is a monument erected at the temple gate, with three winding characters engraved on it. Chen Jinyuan can vaguely recognize that it is Chinese Mongolian, but if Chen Jinyuan wants to recognize what is written on it, it will be a bit scratching his head.
"Who are you?"
As soon as I walked into the temple, I came face to face with a young lama who was sweeping the floor. He was holding a big broom and looked at Chen Jinyuan, the unwelcome visitor, with a somewhat unkind tone.
Chen Jinyuan looked up and saw only four words in his mind. "So fat! So ugly!"
This lama was wearing a lama costume, with a big bald head on his head, and two long and black eyebrows. His biggest feature was that he was fat, or should be more appropriate, fat. Chen Jinyuan was searching his intestines and stomach. The only adjective he could think of was "pig".
He was fatter than a pig, and the fat on his face was so piled up that he couldn't even see his facial features clearly.
There was a thick and long golden pestle stuck in his waist, and he was holding a broom in one hand. He walked towards Chen Jinyuan with bare feet, as if a big mountain was pressing down on him, and all the fat on his body was following him.
The steps trembled up and down.
"Is this the ancient warrior I summoned? He's so damn ugly? But why doesn't he seem to recognize me?" The lama spoke in Mongolian, gibbering. Chen Jinyuan couldn't understand.
Looking at this guy, Chen Jinyuan felt so tired that he wanted to vomit. His fat body reminded Chen Jinyuan of the evil maggot he encountered on the second floor of the Demon Refining Tower. How could he be so fat? This lama must be so ugly.
It was the person he summoned. But seeing the unfriendly look on the lama's face, Chen Jinyuan felt a little suspicious.
"Uh, master, can you speak Chinese?" Chen Jinyuan bowed and asked.
"Won't!"
The answer was straightforward, but Chen Jinyuan had a heavy frown on his face. Because the lama was speaking Chinese at the moment. Although it was not standard Chinese, Chen Jinyuan could still understand him.
"I wonder what the master's name is?" The lama's buzzing voice gave people a sense of naivety. Chen Jinyuan frowned and asked, cupping his hands.
"Hmph~" The lama crossed his arms and snorted, as if he looked down on Chen Jinyuan. He turned his face to one side and said in a sullen voice, "Darba!"
"Darba? What a familiar name?" Chen Jinyuan was startled when he heard this, "Are you Dalba, the disciple of Jinlun Dharma King?"
"Oh, I didn't expect that you, a young man, have some knowledge and actually know me, Master Dalba!" Dalba heard that Chen Jinyuan recognized him as a disciple of Jinlun Dharma King, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes hidden in the seams of his flesh.
, turned around and looked at Chen Jinyuan with some surprise.
"Is this really this guy?" Chen Jinyuan was also a little surprised. It turned out that this mountain of meat was the second disciple of King Jinlun in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. This kind of virtue was indeed ugly and weighty. However, what made Chen Jinyuan confused was that this Dar
Ba obviously does not know himself, and his strength does not have an innate level. Maybe he is not the person he summoned. In other words, the person being summoned is someone else, maybe Jinlun Dharma King.
"Well, Master Dalba is very famous. Who knows about it in the world?" Chen Jinyuan chuckled, which was considered a small flattery.
"Hehehehe, is my Dalba really so famous?" As soon as Dalba heard Chen Jinyuan's kind words, he immediately put on a smile, and the fat on his face was trembling with laughter. Obviously, Chen Jinyuan's words made him
He felt very happy.
"Of course, of course!" Chen Jinyuan nodded. He knew that this guy had a weak head and was a typical fool. He didn't talk nonsense to this guy who felt good about himself. He bowed his hands and said, "Chen Jinyuan, I am friends with the commander.
, I wonder if your master can be in the temple?"
Although it is just a guess, Chen Jinyuan is mostly sure that the owner of rooms 5-3 is Jinlun Dharma King, and Dalba should have been summoned here.
"Are you looking for my master?" Upon hearing that Chen Jinyuan was looking for Jinlun Dharma King, Dalba immediately became cautious, because according to previous experience, generally Han people who came to find their master were seeking revenge.
"That's right, I'm looking for Jinlun Dharma King. Master, please let me know on my behalf!" Chen Jinyuan nodded.
"Hey, don't think that I am stupid and a good thief. Do you think I don't know that you are here to seek revenge from my master?" Dalba thought for a moment. No matter where his master went, he would almost always take him with him. He had never seen Jin.
Jinlun Dharma King had such a young Han friend, and Jinlun Dharma King had many more enemies than friends, so Dalba instantly determined that Chen Jinyuan was the one who came to seek revenge from Jinlun Dharma King. Without saying a word, he aimed at Chen Jinyuan with the broom in his hand.
Sweep away.
"Fuck~" He didn't expect this guy to be so cruel. Chen Jinyuan rolled his eyes, stepped aside, and moved away. The broom fell to the ground and was broken into several pieces under Dalba's huge force. The broken broom flew everywhere.
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"What a fool~" Chen Jinyuan shook his head. He had known that Daerba's brain was not very good. To put it nicely, he was straightforward, but to put it worst, he was a fool of a sufficient level. He typically had well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and was too lazy to talk to him.
He generally said, "Master, don't be angry. Just call your master out for a meeting and we will know!"
"Huh, don't lie to me. If you want to see my master, ask me about the magic pestle first!" Dalba didn't care whether what Chen Jinyuan said was true or not. For him, his brain is not easy to use, so he is used to relying on intuition, because he has a long
He is ugly, so when he saw Chen Jinyuan, a handsome young man, he was accustomed to feeling that Chen Jinyuan was not a good person.
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