Chapter 100 A small warm-up before the start of the game
Tutulan led Zhuo Ran and the three of them walking on the wide street, while explaining various fun places. However, Zhuo Ran and the others were not people who liked to play, and for them, there should not be any
play.
Because the Apocalypse Team is a team that wants to subvert the world. They will become powerful and ruthless hunters, not strong men.
Just when Zhuo Ran was silently thinking about some very heavy questions, Yun Qing suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes, came over with a soft face, and breathed like a blue, "There are a few little mice next to you."
Zhuoran rolled his eyes casually, and sure enough he saw a few guys dressed as thieves looking at them secretly. He said softly: "When we arrive at someone else's home stadium, of course we will receive special attention."
"Hey, it seems like a big fish has come." Zhuo Ran pursed his lips and looked at a guy in front of him who was surrounded by a dozen people.
Yun Qing looked back and saw that it was indeed a big fish, about two meters tall, with a huge face and thick hair. He probably had the blood of a barbarian, and pure humans would not be like this at all.
Tutulan whispered: "He is the deputy leader of the Ice Flame Mercenary Group. He has a high qualification and a high level of cultivation. He is already at the peak of the Mad Sword Master. He can enter the presence of the Holy Sword Master at any time. He is also considered the number one figure in the imperial capital.
.We'd better not offend him."
Zhuoran chuckled, curled his lips and said, "Hey, it's no longer a question of whether we think about it or not. Look, it's here."
The thieves with lewd eyes on the side came closer and whispered a few words. The deputy leader nodded and looked at Zhuo Ran with a fierce look in his eyes. His murderous intent was revealed. It seemed that he had to go to Zhuo Ran's death.
"Boy, it is said that you ruined the good things of our Ice Flame Group and killed more than a thousand of us?" The savage man stopped twenty meters in front of Zhuo Ran and said with an arrogant look.
Zhuo Ran stared at the barbaric man with disdain and said: "If I were you, I wouldn't tell this matter, it's embarrassing!"
"you···!"
The few followers at the back were not happy and rolled up their arms and sleeves one after another, trying to come out to fight.
The savage man seemed to know the power of the handsome men and women opposite him. He stretched out his thick arms and stopped several soldiers who were about to rush out from behind. He said: "Here, let me see what he is capable of!"
Zhuoran shook his head, with a bored expression on his face. He curled his lips at the barbaric man and said in a strange tone: "Now I finally understand what is going on when shit is filled in the brain. A brainless person like you just fills the head with shit.
Look at you, you’re tall, thick, and extremely ugly, and you’re covered in black hair. You’re no worse than a monster. It’s hard enough to see you, and to have you block the way!”
"That's all. You thought of attacking us without thinking. Didn't your father tell you? Do you want to learn to avoid danger? You know that I am in danger, but you still rushed up to me stupidly. Maybe, your father
I also want you to finish as soon as possible!"
"Haha!" Yun Qing chuckled and turned away. That's how Zhuoran is. When dealing with an enemy, he must first inflict serious damage.
Lian Na took Yun Qing's little hand and backed away some distance knowingly, as if she knew that Zhuo Ran was going to fight, so it would be best to stay away.
"Boy, you're looking for death!" The savage man said and rushed forward. He didn't even have a weapon and was ready to fight with his bare hands.
Zhuoran snorted coldly and said: "Idiot." His various fighting skills are especially powerful with his bare hands, and this man actually wants to fight with him. Of course he is happy, very happy!
The silver-white fighting spirit condensed on his fist, and Zhuo Ran blasted it straight out, not afraid of the dark red fighting spirit radiating from the opponent's body.
"Is he just a senior swordsman?"
"White fighting spirit? No way!"
The savage man laughed loudly and deliberately punched Zhuo Ran's fist. He wanted to show Zhuo Ran his authority and let him know that I have the final say in this place!
"idiot!"
The silver-white fist and the dark red fist collided together, making a dull 'bang' sound, and a wave of air spread out, making Tutulan on the side quickly retreat in fear.
"They are guests of the Huangju Group, you can't attack them." Tu Tu Lan did not forget to shout.
Zhuo Ran bared his teeth and smiled, "It will only work if the leader of the Yellow Orange Regiment comes, so stop yelling! Let's see how I kill this savage bear!"
"Boy, you're looking for death!" The barbarian shouted loudly, and tried to increase his strength, but found that the fist seemed to be tightly fixed by something, and he couldn't break free.
"Let's see who dies first!" Zhuo Ran shouted coldly, his body flashed with silver fighting energy, his left hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the barbarian's right wrist, and lifted his tall body up with force.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
"Let go, okay, let go!" Zhuoran said, grabbing Manhan's right wrist with both hands, and then smashed him to the ground hard.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and the bluestone slabs on the ground were shaken to pieces. The barbarian's body was wrapped and protected by fighting spirit, which did little actual damage to him, except that he was shaken to pieces.
Zhuoran's hands were still holding the barbarian's wrist. He laughed strangely, his eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent. The enemy would not die but would cripple him!
With both hands, he raised the barbarian again, and then, like before, he smashed it to the ground again, just like smashing peanut butter with a mallet, every time, it was heavy and heavy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The continuous muffled sound caused everyone around to retreat a long distance. As a wild swordsman level barbarian, he was beaten by a pretty boy and was unable to fight back. This really shocked others.
.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The continuous howls of pain are getting weaker and weaker. The red fighting spirit on the barbarian's body has dimmed a lot and become a lot thinner. As long as Zhuoran lifts him up and hits him twice, it should be over.
will disappear, and he will move closer to death.
"You can't kill him, you can't kill him. If you kill him, you won't be able to participate in the competition." Tutulan shouted in panic from behind.
Zhuoran looked back at him and said, "Is it okay if I cripple him?"
Tutu Lan's face turned pale and he stammered: "Destroy... cripple him, it should be fine... he should be fine."
Zhuoran grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "That's good."
He lifted the barbarian up again and smashed it on the ground to dissipate all his fighting spirit, so that it would be easier to do things. He looked at the barbarian with dark red blood stains on his head and body, and said solemnly: "You can't blame anyone.
, if you want to blame it, it’s because you are too stupid.”
Zhuo Ran stood up indifferently, and walked to the barbarian's right arm. His ink-like eyes were full of sharp light. He raised his right foot and stepped hard towards the barbarian's right arm.
Click!
"ah!"
In this quiet place, a sound of broken bones scared everyone here. Some of the timid ones were so frightened that they sat on the ground. The unconscious barbarian was woken up by the severe pain and howled miserably.
Later, he fainted again.
Zhuoran's face was expressionless, and he didn't know when he became so cold and cruel. Looking at the killing intent and violence emanating from his bones, perhaps this is his nature.
Click! This was followed by another miserable howl.
Some people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away. Zhuoran's cruelty and the frightening aura on his body were no longer something that low-level warriors could resist.
Tutulan's face was already as pale as paper. He looked at Zhuoran in fear, who was like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell. He swallowed dryly and was so frightened. He never expected that a noble young master would
Zhuoran was so powerful that he defeated and disabled a high-level mad swordsman in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but ask himself: "How strong is this Zhuoran?"
Zhuoran's power was certainly not something that an ordinary guide could know. He looked at the unconscious barbarian and turned around coldly and walked away.
"If you want to destroy him, you should directly break his Qihai, but it's not cruel enough!"
You just tortured a strong man, and you still say that you are not cruel enough. How shameless!
Yun Qing and Lian Na quickly followed up. The movements of the two beauties instantly made the men around them energetic. They seemed to be resurrected and full of energy.
Of course Tutulan also followed. For him, it was much better to follow a strong man with good cultivation than to follow a noble prince who had no strength to restrain a chicken.
Zhuoran looked at a weapons store not far ahead, thinking about what kind of weapon he should buy for himself.
The three of them entered the weapons store named 'Nus' and saw the luxurious facilities and dazzling array of weapons inside, which were much better than the store in Eagle City.
A strong, dark-skinned young man came up and said respectfully: "Dear sir, beautiful lady, may I help you in any way?"
Zhuoran said: "I need a bow, a very good bow."
The boy nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get it."
The three of them followed the boy to the counter. The boy ducked into a room inside and soon took out a wooden box about one meter long and half a meter wide.
The waiter placed the wooden box on the counter and said: "This shorthand bow is called Green Wind. It is the work of a master bow maker in the Elf Continent. Both its materials and craftsmanship are of the highest quality. It is very suitable for women to use."
Zhuoran nodded and said: "Lian Na, come and take a look."
Lian Na opened the box, and a flash of green light shot out, instantly attracting the attention of the three people.
The boy took the opportunity to say: "The bow is made from the branches of the Tree of Life, a specialty of the Elf Continent. It exudes a touch of life force all the time, which can delay aging to a certain extent."
Lian Na gently picked up the bow less than one meter long, looking at the beautiful runes on the bow and the green bow body with fondness on her face. She stretched out her green-white fingers and gently
He stroked the transparent bowstring and made a slight but pleasant clanking sound.
"The bowstring is made from the sinews of the level 12 Warcraft Storm Beast, which can increase the user's attack frequency."