This state of affairs just proves that Qiu Yu is unique. Anyway, he is an indispensable person, and he has some capital, which should not be underestimated. () | (8)bsp;O M
Such large-scale battles are rare. It is equivalent to challenging the authority of Song Yanluo and many guards. Naturally, he will not give up. A pair of eyes flashes with fierce light, glaring fiercely at the strong men squatting on the ground, as if they want to eat.
Human beings are like wild wolves.
Song Yanluo was really angry. He never expected that a group of slaves would be so bold and dared to fight in front of his eyes. This was not bad. He could not help but gnashed his teeth and cursed: "You bastard, are you all full of food? Do you still have the strength to fight?"
, they are looking for death, come here, give me a hard slap on them."
With an order, the guards rushed over like a pack of wolves, either hitting the slaves with sticks, or beating them hard with whips. The strong men also became very honest at this moment, even if they were beaten to a bloody head.
I didn't dare to resist anymore.
While Qiu Yu watched coldly, he cursed in his heart, even though he was cheap, he was not arrogant this time! He was not idle, he waved his hand casually, and his spiritual power opened the mud seal on the wine jar, without having to pick it up to drink.
He opened his mouth and sucked the wine inside, and it sprang out like a dragon, just like a blue dragon sucking water.
The guards took a quick look and were surprised when they saw this boy's behavior. He had a good capacity for drinking, just like drinking water, and he looked very dashing.
Maybe this is also the world of ice and fire. On one side, the strong men were beaten and endured the pain with grimaces. On the other side, Qiu Yu was eating and drinking so freely that he finally had a feast.
First, he gave the strong men a beating, and the strong men were completely convinced. Song Yanluo said with a livid face: "You are so idle that you dare to fight here. I ask you, what is your reason?"
As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire. A group of strong men all participated in the fight. There must be a reason. He couldn't just let it go. He had to get to the bottom of it before he could handle it properly.
Faced with such a ruthless guy who holds the power of life and death, the strong men keep silent for fear of being poisoned by him.
"Speak quickly, or I will destroy you all." Song Yanluo scolded sternly.
After experiencing a series of things, the psychological defenses of the strong men completely collapsed and they were all frightened. Some people responded hurriedly: "In order to grab meat..."
As soon as he said this sentence, Song Yanluo understood. He frowned and said angrily: "It seems that you want to grab meat to eat, so you are fighting. What a bastard. Among the group of people, only that kid has the ability to smelt meteorites.
So wine and meat are rewards for him. If you have such skill, you can also eat them. Tell me, who can extract black iron from meteorites?"
In terms of skill, there must be someone who has surpassed Qiu Yu. After all, the stronger among the stronger, the stronger among them. However, when it comes to fire attribute martial arts, it is difficult for anyone to compare to him. They are all quite inferior, so no one says anything.
"What's the matter? No one is talking at this time. Is there anyone who can extract the black iron... Huh, no, then let me calm down. The wine and meat are specially provided for him. Whoever dares to snatch it from me in the future will be punished by me.
Destroy him." Song Yanluo said with a ferocious expression.
For him, a group of slaves are all chess pieces, and they have their own weight in their hearts. There are many people who can cut meteorites, such as the soul-melting realm, but there is only one person who can extract black iron through smelting, so even in his heart
He was quite dissatisfied with this boy and tried to win over him, planning to destroy him after the success was achieved.
Speaking of this, the strong men were afraid and naturally did not dare to make any changes. After all, being alive was the most important thing, and they were afraid of being killed because of it.
In this incident, Qiu Yu was the only slave who was not punished. He indulged in eating meat and drinking wine. Just when the guard leader Song Yanluo was teaching a group of strong men, he had already finished eating and drinking. The long-lost feeling of fullness came to him.
He felt very comfortable.
When Song Yanluo saw this look, he became even more angry and even had murderous intentions. However, he couldn't show it yet. He glanced over and the expression on his face softened a little. He said in a deep voice: "Young man, when you see
No, your treatment makes everyone jealous. If you cannot extract a sufficient amount of black iron, you will not be able to afford the good wine and meat you eat."
Don't I know that you are just using me now, and you won't know how to deal with me after everything is over? As a scheming Qiu Yu, he can naturally guess what the old guy is thinking, and he doesn't take it seriously. He just responded to that.
In a word, it’s not certain who will win. Let’s just sit on the donkey and read the songbook and see.
With an idea in mind, Qiu Yu nodded and said: "Please rest assured, sir, I will do my best."
"That's right, it's good if you understand." Song Yanluo pretended to be satisfied. In order to avoid any more fighting incidents, he ordered his men to strictly monitor a group of slaves before leaving.
The strong men could only admit that they were unlucky. They had not eaten enough in the first place, and their spiritual energy was consumed in the fight, and then they were punished, which made them dejected, and each one of them wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Of course, the most unlucky person was Mr. Zeng of Wanjian Sect, who lay on the ground covered in blood and was left to fend for himself without being cared about.
The guards ordered a group of slaves to return to their places. They all came to the rest area, where some straw mats were placed to serve as beds. They sat on them, almost all doing exercises to heal their injuries.
The most leisurely one was Qiu Yu. He stayed away from these strong men, jumped down on a rock, sat cross-legged and meditated and entered into practice. Even in the face of adversity, he did not dare to slack off at all.
Looking inside the sea of consciousness, the nine-tailed sky demon has repaired itself and is reflected in the red sun tempered by blood ginseng seeds. His physical condition has improved a lot. Although his face is pale, he can move freely. There is a look of relief on his charming face. He feels
This kid is really capable. At least he is smart, strong-willed, and motivated, with unlimited potential!
There was silence in the square, late at night was coming, the mysterious sky was filled with stars, but Qiu Yu was still practicing hard, forming strange seals on his palms, breathing evenly...
It was not until late at night that Qiu Yu put on his clothes and lay on the rock, closed his eyes and fell into sleep.
In the early morning of the next day, a magical beast flew onto the thick wall of the courtyard. It was a three-legged chicken, about one foot tall, with a crest as big as a cattail leaf fan, and extremely bright feathers. It looked majestic and screamed at the top of its voice.
"Oh...oh..."
This heralded that a new day of work was about to begin, and all the slaves got up to work. Although they were sleeping soundly, they still did not dare to slack off. They stood up and stood in a row in a hurry, waiting for the guards to come and check. It was comparable to military management.
Qiu Yu was not exempt from the customs. Fortunately, he was full of food and full of energy. He also came and stood at the end of the team, ready to start working.