"You asked me to choose, not to mention that you didn't say the scope of the competition before." The female elf gracefully brushed the green hair on her shoulder with her fingers, triumphantly like a hen who has just laid an egg.
"You won." Zhang Xiao could only give in helplessly. It might be okay to ask him to sing, but for dancing, you will only see one person going crazy.
The female elf waved to her companions in the victor's posture, and walked down with her green hair. The mercenaries in the audience were still laughing, some of them were already lying on the ground laughing, causing Zhang Xiao's white face to blush into a monkey ass.
He looked at the female elf's back bitterly: This face can be lost home, he must get revenge, he must!
Zhang Xiao quickly adjusted his expression, and watched the mercenaries who were laughing in the audience slowly and said, "Although it has not yet reached the half-hour deadline, I decided to continue the competition. If anyone can beat me. , Reward 10,000 gold coins!"
The mercenaries who were still laughing a while ago collectively swallowed their laughter back into their stomachs when they heard Zhang Xiao's reward, and a neat gasp sounded from the vast playground.
"I come!"
"Choose me!"
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After a brief stupefaction, these mercenaries rushed towards the flag stand with their hands high, and for a while, they surrounded the flag stand more than one meter high. Someone was already crawling on it while you pushed me. Some of them couldn't squeeze forward, and some even jumped into the air over the top of their companions.
Zhang Xiao obviously didn't expect such a hot scene to happen. Seeing that several strong men had already climbed onto the stage and grabbed him, he was frightened, swishing along the flagpole behind him, and climbed up to make a cameo appearance with a monkey.
The werewolf who had just gotten up stood in the distance again and became a stump once again, looking dumbly at the crowded flag stand and Zhang Xiao, who was studying monkeys on the flag pole, not knowing what he should do.
In fact, when you think about it carefully, it’s not surprising that these people react like this. Ninety-five percent of those who come to become mercenaries are for a word of money. Except for those who seek to improve their strength, how many family backgrounds do they have? Those who are slightly more affluent are willing to go to this kind of days where there is no fixed place to live, and blood licking? The reason why I joined a mercenary group is just to make my life more secure.
Zhang Xiao originally wanted to make the female elf regret with a huge reward, but now he knows how stupid and naive his idea is.
The female elf, her elf companions and several arch wizards were the only ones who stood still. They were surprised that Zhang Xiao had money and were also looking forward to watching a good show.
The elves are a proud race. They are precisely those five percent who did not work as mercenaries for money. If Zhang Xiao had proposed to use money as rewards instead of human lives, I am afraid that none of these elves would show it. A little bit of interest.
As for the archmages, there is money in the regiment to buy them the necessary equipment and magic materials for experiments. They will not waste their magic energy for this little money, and they also know that they are not the young man’s. Opponents, although they also know that they can take advantage of Zhang Xiao's language, but they still disdain to do so.
The werewolf who reacted screamed and jumped onto the flag stand, kicked the mercenaries on it one by one, and grabbed the two strong men who were about to climb the flagpole and threw them out, shouting loudly: "It's all the damn quiet for Lao Tzu! One by one, as if they have never seen money in eight lifetimes, are all poor and crazy, right?"
When everyone saw the vicious werewolf standing on the stage, they were all crowded under the stage and no longer climbed up, but they were thinking: It's not that we have never seen money, but that we have never seen anyone lose money like this!
Zhang Xiao slowly slid down from the flagpole, patted the werewolf's shoulder admiringly with one hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After taking a deep breath, he said to the following: "Now I will choose someone. In the situation just now, I immediately canceled the competition so that no one can play."
After seeing the people below completely calm down, Zhang Xiao pointed to someone casually. This person is five big and three thick, and he is holding a two-meter-long iron rod. Regardless of his appearance, Zhang Xiao saw on the flagpole that he was almost squeezed into a chicken leg in a hamburger by his surrounding companions.
As soon as he came up, the kid shouted to Zhang Xiao: "I want to compare with you!"
"What did you do before?" Zhang Xiao also knew that this kid would never try any martial arts with himself, he asked suspiciously.
"I used to strike iron." The young man straightened his chest and spoke with a straightforward tone.
"How does it count as a win?"
"Whoever strikes a strong iron will win."
"Then you still don't compare, you are better than my boss." The werewolf stood aside and persuaded the kid. The werewolf was also telling the truth, Zhang Xiao could refine weapons without a hammer, and no weapon maker could be as good as Zhang Xiao.
This kid is a lord who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't shed tears. He stubbed his neck and said to the werewolf: "Isn't it better than how to know who is better?"
The werewolf shrugged his shoulders and stood aside. Zhang Xiao smiled and pointed to the iron roller in the kid's hand and said, "You made this, right?"
"This is not made by me, this is made by my master."
"Then are you better than your master?"
"I can't compare to my master. His old man is a master weapon maker of the dwarf race. This iron roller was given to me by his old man when I left." An expression called nostalgia.
"Can you show me?"
Zhang Xiao took the iron rod handed over by the young man. This iron rod is about two meters long, has three fingers and weighs about 30 kilograms. It is made of iron ore and some other metals. Although it has no decoration, The superb craftsmanship of the producer can also be seen from the looming moiré on the surface.
"Well, it's a good thing." This iron rod is much better than the weapons made by ordinary human weapon makers, and Zhang Xiao can see its extraordinary even as a layman.
"I'll use it to compete with you." Zhang Xiao smiled slightly, and wiped a hand on the stick, and a black flame suddenly rushed onto the iron stick.
"What are you doing?" The young man hurried forward in anger, trying to recapture his iron rod from Zhang Xiao's hands. What? If the old man is burned out, I will pay you. But you kid can find a treasure. The weapon my boss refined is unparalleled in the world."