"Can you respect me, the number one master of the young generation in Dawu? Don't be afraid all the time. Am I shameless?" Although he knew that his words would have no effect on Wu Yuan, he still couldn't help it.
protest.
Wu Yuan blinked and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "The number one master of the younger generation?"
Wu Zheng puffed up his chest, "Yes, it's me, so you have to understand that if there is any danger, I will definitely be able to outrun you."
"Is running away something that a top master should have? You are very proud, Saonian."
Forehead!
Wu Yuan's words almost choked Wu Zheng to death.
Wu Yuan really likes to see Wu Zheng eating poorly, and it can really make him laugh for the whole day.
Therefore, after Wu Zheng was speechless, it was not enough, and he even wanted to kill people and punish his heart.
Wu Yuan just smiled and said: "It's just a joke, look at how ugly your face is, and if you are the number one master, who is Mo Qiao'er?"
Wu Yuan knew that if Mo Qiaoer was serious, even Wu Zheng would not be his opponent.
So he was really curious, how did Wu Zheng achieve the reputation of being the best in the world?
Mo Qiaoer suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Zheng, who had an unnatural look on his face, and then said contemptuously: "The best in the world? You?"
"How about we make some gestures?" Mo Qiaoer joked.
Wu Zheng was still self-aware, so for the sake of face, he forcibly added: "I am just the most powerful man in the world, Da Wu. I have nothing to compare with you."
"So, you look down on us women?" Once Mo Qiaoer becomes interested in something, he won't stop until he achieves his goal.
The next second, he was holding a fragrant chicken drumstick in one hand and twitching his fingers at Wu Zheng with the other hand.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng raised his head, drank a glass of wine, and said, "Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it."
Wu Zheng finally noticed that he couldn't stop eating this meal. After giving Wu Yuan a "I'll cooperate with you" look, he really got into a fight with Mo Qiaoer.
This sudden scene, not to mention the people secretly watched by Qianlu Chamber of Commerce and Dayu, even Murong Haitang who was sitting next to Wu Yuan, was also confused.
"How did this fight happen so easily?"
Wu Yuanrao looked at it with interest, and then said casually: "Isn't this good? Otherwise, they won't dare to come out until we finish the meal."
Murong Haitang suddenly realized that all this was led by Wu Yuan.
Indeed, they had already finished half of their meal, and no movement was seen from the enemy.
But Murong Haitang was confused again, "I thought you were planning an empty city to scare them here. Do you really want them to come?"
Although he can't see anything now, Murong Haitang is very clear that Qianlu Merchant Guild must have sent a large number of experts to the area at this moment, and at the same time, Dayu's side will probably take action.
But there are only these few of them, what can they do to resist them?
Wu Yuan actually wanted to force the enemy to come out, which was really a bit crazy.
"Of course I hope they come, otherwise, how can I establish my authority." Wu Yuan looked serious.
"Establishing authority?" Murong Haitang was very surprised.
"Didn't you already stand up just now?"
Wu Yuan shook his head, "It was just refreshing and brainwashing, oh... no, it was just refreshing and boosting morale, but it is only temporary. After all, I can't tell them about my family's culture every day."
"So, it is necessary to show my strength and let them regain their confidence. Only then can we fight."
Murong Haitang nodded frequently after hearing this. She was not as far-term as Wu Yuan.
If Wu Yuan hadn't said anything, she really thought that Wu Yuan's impassioned speech just now could win people's hearts.
It turns out that Wu Yuan has a backup plan.
Just as he was talking, an arrow suddenly shot out.
In a blink of an eye, it was nailed to the table, and it happened to pierce the chicken butt on the plate.
"What the hell, are you so perverted?" Wu Yuan felt sad for this chicken.
Murong Haitang's beauty turned pale, she didn't have time to care about chicken butt or not.
The other party has already taken action. If they continue to stay here, they will become a target.
"What should we do now?" Murong Haitang asked while blocking Wu Yuan's body with his body.
Wu Yuan was also stunned by Murong Haitang's subconscious action, and then pulled him behind him without leaving any trace.
"Just sit here and watch the show."
Murong Haitang was shocked and anxious. How could Wu Yuan be so calm now?
What made her even more angry was that Wu Zheng and Mo Qiaoer were still fighting inextricably at this moment.
Murong Haitang immediately scolded: "You two, why don't you stop?"
Mo Qiaoer wanted to stop, but Wu Zheng always chased her and hit her when she was about to pull away.
Mo Qiaoer was so angry that he didn't hold back and slapped Wu Zheng several times. In terms of strength, Wu Zheng was still at a disadvantage in Mo Qiaoer's hands.
But Wu Zheng’s reputation is not in vain. Although it may not rank first, secondly, it is still more than enough.
In Wu Yuan's words, Wu Zheng and the title "Lao Er" are destined to each other.
At this moment, under Wu Zheng's full strength, even Mo Qiaoer couldn't get away for a while.
Murong Haitang also looked at the two people who had not given up angrily, and then asked Wu Yuan: "Is this also a deliberate arrangement?"
Wu Yuan smiled bitterly, "This... is really not the case."
Hearing Wu Yuan's words, Murong Haitang became even more panicked and insisted on pulling Wu Yuan to evacuate quickly no matter what.
But Wu Yuan was still indifferent, the old god was sitting there unmoved.
As he spoke, another arrow shot out and flew directly past Wu Yuan's side.
And this was like a signal, followed by the second and third consecutive shots.
Wu Yuan acted as if he didn't see it. Even though the dishes on the table were flying all over the place, he still sat there drinking as steady as a mountain.
Wu Zheng and Mo Qiaoer both saw the situation on Wu Yuan's side.
Mo Qiaoer became more and more anxious as she watched. She felt that the chicken butt could still be saved.
Of course, the chicken butt is just a way to support Wu Yuan.
But Wu Zheng seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood, so it was okay to still pester him.
"Are you crazy?" Mo Qiaoer shouted angrily.
Wu Zhengran didn't ask, and he was very sober. He was waiting for Wu Yuan to ask for help before he went to save him.
But when he saw that Wu Yuan was still drinking calmly and had no intention of begging him at all, he started to murmur in his heart.
"Is he really not afraid of death?"
There were a few arrows that even made him tremble with fear, but Wu Yuan remained expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him, and even he had to admire them.
Wu Zheng was like this, not to mention the soldiers who were nervously watching.