The barbecue rack was blown away and fell to the ground in a mess. There were footprints everywhere after the bamboo charcoal was trampled to pieces. There were also faint screams of pain coming from the inn.
The Feilengcui business group all stayed in the inn. Although Liu Zhencheng kept half of the Hippo Poets in case of accidents, he still didn't expect anyone to dare to touch them.
All the militiamen immediately drew out their weapons and neatly blocked the entrance to the inn. Bellamy grabbed steel rods and led a large group of mastiff warriors towards the back door.
Liu Zhenzhen's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.
After rushing into the door of the inn, Old Liu felt relieved. Several halfling chefs and about twenty hippopotamus poets held down a group of young Behemoths. There were about twenty young Behemoths.
Each one is dressed like an opera actor, extremely fashionable. There are Behemoths of several races such as Garfield, Wolfe, Doug, etc., and the frying pans in the hands of several hobbits and halflings have been smashed.
Shapes and wailing sounds.
A slovenly old man was sitting on the bar table, happily watching the hobbit halflings being violent. This old man had white hair with a little bit of blond hair. His hairstyle looked like he had gotten into a weasel's henhouse, and he looked like he had been trapped in a weasel's henhouse.
He threw a firecracker, fluffy and open; he was wearing a shabby and greasy cloak, the magic mark on his shoulder had been blurred, he was holding a cup of Dr. Lei with a strong taste in his hand, and his old face was smiling like chrysanthemums.
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"It turns out to be the master." Liu Zhenshao was stunned at first, then walked forward with a smile on his face, and gave Master Puskas a Bear-style bear hug, which strangled the weak mage's bones like an earthquake.
The shack in front of me made a rattling noise.
"Bastard boy." The real Saint Chiao hit the blind Saint Chiao on the head with his knuckles: "It's not that the Ibrasimo couple didn't do anything to you, you are definitely not so polite to me!"
"No way." Liu Zhancheng chuckled and said, "Thank you, Master, for giving me face. I didn't understand how important you are until now."
"Your reputation is not bad. I found your residence just by asking around." Master Puskas said with a smile: "Fortunately, some of your little hippos also know me, an old guy.
Order good wine and good food to entertain me, but it’s not that I’m still talkative after eating your food. You Behemoths are so awesome! I’ve been eating in the human kingdom for so many years, and this is the first time someone has eaten in front of me.
My desk was thrown away and I was splashed with oil and water."
"Marion!" Liu Zhencheng turned around and looked at the hippo poet Xiaotou whom he left in the inn. He pointed at the beaten Beamon squatting there with his head in his hands and said: "What the hell is going on? You guys actually
Did someone overturn Master Puskas’ table? Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?”
"Obisrachi! Pony, our House clan has completely disgraced you!" O'Neill rolled his eyes angrily. As a member of the Emerald Militia, this is too shameful.
A visiting Saint Chio was actually knocked off the table while he was eating.
"We didn't expect that a bunch of gangsters would come to make trouble. I thought they were just here to eat." Marion blushed and excitedly recognized that Marion was the only hippo poet with a neck. The other hippos
Poets all have huge heads on their shoulders, which makes Marion appear taller than other hippo poets.
"Ruffians?" Liu was shocked and speechless. He actually let a group of hooligans overturn Sanchio's table.
"Someone paid them to come, but they don't know who it is." Marion bent down and scratched his thick thigh. On it were the three Chinese characters "Magic Bird" that he asked the lord to tattoo for him.
"Zhang", Marion felt that tattooing these incomprehensible words could make him look more educated. This is a traditional habit of the Feilengcui warriors. The little giant Iverson had a big word "loyalty" tattooed on his arm.
"Have you asked who was behind the scenes?" Liu Zhencheng really didn't know who did it. He had only been in Shacheng for two days, and he had already offended everyone he could. Basically, no one was left behind, but it was just a few forces.
, you will know without guessing.
However, Liu Zhancheng was a little confused. Isn't it a bit too shameful to find a gang of gangsters to cause trouble?
"These little hooligans are just from Xiaoju. They don't know the person who gave them the money, and they didn't ask anything." Marion pulled out a dagger from the leg of his boot and handed it to the lord: "Boss, these guys are tough enough.
It’s black, take a look for yourself!”
Liu Zhencheng took the dagger and took a deep breath. At first glance, he knew that this dagger was a DIY weapon. It had three sides, the front was sharpened, and the wooden handle was wrapped with dirty sweat stains.
, blood-stained linen.
"Damn it." Liu Zhancheng looked at the dagger up and down, and sneered: "It is indeed a typical gangster style. If you stick this thing into your belly, you will be dead. You can't pull it out. Once it is pulled out and exposed to the wind, you will be dead."
Already."
A group of surrounded Behemoth gangsters looked at the Divine Comedy Shaman in shock, obviously confused as to how this noble priest was familiar with the functions of this street weapon.
Even though Liu Zhancheng looks serious on the surface now, in fact, he is a little reminded of his past feelings. He has made this kind of triangular scraper before. At that time, he also used the ribs of Dongfeng brand umbrellas to make tube forks and sharpened steel bars.
spears, machetes made from car chassis steel, and helmets made from sand molds. Before joining the army, he and his brother were frivolous teenagers who fought all over the world. His brother was even more arrogant than him and liked to tuck two saws behind his back.
A fire ax that was shortened, and a cigarette that was never lit in his mouth.
"There are several well-known swordsmen in the human country who were blinded by hooligans with lime and stabbed to death with daggers. Richard, don't underestimate anyone. As long as you are ruthless, anyone can be killed." Puss
As soon as you hear Master Kashi's words, you will know that he is a long-standing oil man.
"Damn! Are any of our people injured?" Liu Zhencheng also remembered this incident and asked quickly.
"Me!" Master Puskas pointed to his belly: "I, an old man, almost got a guy on my belly. These little beasts turned over the table and started to attack, scaring me, an old man, almost to death! I still
I have never encountered such a battle! Fortunately, I am not old yet, and the speed of magic release is quite fast, otherwise I would be doomed."
Sweat dripped down the faces of Liu Zhensha and Helen. They really wanted to kill Master Puskas in the hands of a few Behemoth hooligans. Not to mention whether the national dispute would become a big issue, Fei Lengcui I
Even your wisdom is wasted.
"I avenged the master!" Marion said proudly: "I led my brothers to capture these boys alive, and I was about to break their fingers off one by one to let them remember this lesson."
"I'll do it!" O'Neal stood up in a hurry, "I'll find a hammer and knock off all their patellas, and let them crawl on the ground for the rest of their lives!"
"Stab them in the stomach with a dagger, twist their intestines three times, and see if they can tell who instigated it." A hippo poet also interrupted.
"Push them against the wall, cut them into four pieces along their backs and buttocks, and let them carry their buttocks back." Another hippo poet said.
Two of the gang of hooligans fainted immediately, and Master Puskas's eyes turned sideways as he watched helplessly as a group of vicious-minded scholars took these hooligans out.
"Joan of Arc..." Liu Zhencheng quickly called to the little nun: "...Come here and meet your father."
The little nun reluctantly took a few steps forward, her eyes always drifting to other places, not looking at Master Sanchio anyway, which made Puskas a little embarrassed.
On the other hand, the various unrelated people in Feilengcui were very enthusiastic and nodded and bowed around Master Puskas. Especially Master Ortega and the elf mage Tangning, their enthusiasm was almost flattering.
Helen's four followers, the Biaoren warriors, were a little confused, and Sissi didn't know who the old man opposite him was, or how he had provoked several high-minded magicians to slap House's fart so contemptuously.
Could he be a magic master? Sissi looked hard at this old man with a simple appearance. She felt that this old man was not simple. As for what was not simple, she couldn't tell.
"Master, are you here this time..." Liu Zhenshao asked tentatively.
"I came with the Ibrahimovics, but they were in tandem. They didn't know that I was also coming. This time, I was also troubled by something. I had to come to the Behemoth Kingdom once, and I just stopped by to see Zhen.
Virtue, I haven’t seen her for a few months, and I miss her so much.” Master Puskas stroked Joan’s chestnut-brown wavy long curly hair affectionately, and turned his eyes to the “lookout horn” that Joan hung around her waist.
and "Death Lord Shield", with a faint smile on his lips: "I didn't expect you to be trustworthy, Richard."
"Old ruffian! I have always been very trustworthy in my family!" Liu Zhenzhen was angry. To be honest, Lao Liu really never took anything from himself, and he was never stingy with his own people.
"Come on, come on." Master Puskas rolled his eyes at him: "Behemoth's Sacrifice Olympic Ceremony is not so famous. The Ibrahimovics and I really don't know how to find you. Can you find it in the ground this time?
Is there any benefit? Don't be careless about me. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the crystal staff of Ortega. If it wasn't for your sake, I almost snatched it."
Ortega squeezed his crystal staff and looked at the two six-winged Balrog and Flame Emperor magic crystals inlaid on the head of the staff with both laughter and tears.
"Ortega, your mentor Stefano and I are old acquaintances. We all study fire magic, so I have to advise you. Fire spells are fierce and powerful, but
The consumption of magic power is also huge. With the help of two top-grade fire magic crystals, your strength can jump to a higher level. However, the increase of magic power alone is not enough. Even if you are given five gallons of "Elemental Spring", you cannot release the level.
Higher magic is useless. The higher the level of the mage, the greater the difference. I hope you will not get lost in the misunderstanding of equipment. Look at that little girl..." Master Puskas pointed.
Mo'er: "I haven't seen you for a while. The elemental fluctuations in this girl's body have become more refined. The only way to achieve strength is through hard self-cultivation and continuous growth."
"Master..." Liu Zhenshao laughed to death: "Mo'er's strength did not increase through practice. She only increased it by eating the "Blue Blood Paint", the "Blue Blood Paint" of the Evil Eye Tyrant."
Master Puskas felt like his throat was being pinched by a thug, and his eyes were bulging out. He probably couldn't figure out how someone could torture the legendary evil-eyed tyrant to death, and he was so aggrieved that "Blue Blood Painting" was born.
to the point where.
"This is nothing." Liu Zhenshao continued to stimulate Master Puskas: "I am also a Master of Shengqiao. I am at the same level as you, old man. I have never meditated for a second. It can be seen from this that suffering
Cultivating one's own strength through hardship may not be the best way."
After Master Puskas heard this, the shape of his eyes reminded people of a lion-headed goldfish.
"Old ruffian, I think you should not go back to the Holy See at all, and just stay with me, how about it?" Liu Zhancheng affectionately hugged the old man's shoulders and said proudly.
Master Puskas drew an arc with two fingers and condensed a balloon in the air. He pointed at the balloon to Liu Zhencheng and said, "Put the magic power into it for me. It doesn't need a lot. Just put a little bit in."
Okay, I want to see if you are really a Saint Chio or a Boolean."
"I'm sorry, I really don't know how to release the magic power." The words Liu Zhenhan said almost made Master Puskas faint.
"Is there any Saint Chiao who can't release his magic power?" Master Puskas looked at the playful Pige with a dumbfounded smile, shook his head, grabbed Liu Zhan's veins, and took out a red mud gold from his arms.
He used his little finger to dip some orange-red spice from the printing box, and drew a hexagram composed of complex magic symbols on Liu Zhenzhen's wrist. With the completion of each magic talisman, the entire
Every magic symbol on the six-pointed star array was brewing one after another of bloody halos. Several blood haloes flashed past, and the entire six-pointed star array collapsed into pieces, as if it had never appeared before.
"Due to some coincidence, I learned blood spells!" Liu Zhenzhen made a hawk-claw gesture: "Blood spells rely on absorbing blood to obtain magic power. By opportunism, I made a whole profit from the first three draws that were the most promising.
The blood magic power of five super-level monsters and many high-level monsters. Two of these super-order monsters are still advanced super-type monsters. Finally, there is a weird baptism that jumps to one level. I was finally brought to Shengqi.
At the Austrian level, I am not afraid of your jokes. If you insist on asking me to verify it, I will just bite my tongue and spit out a bloody arrow." (To be continued)