"Well, you can just give me one, don't be too expensive." Seeing that the momentum is not good, Ling Feng should catch up with the matter as it is almost over, so he said helplessly.
"You can take a horse by yourself. The second row here is the most southern breed. It is not thirsty and cheaper. The third row is a northern horse. It is thirsty, can run, and expensive." The shed owner said very politely.
"What about the first row?" Ling Feng was a little strange, so why didn't he introduce the first row, so he asked.
"You have to do whatever you want. Naturally, there are two rows in the back. The first row is a black blooded horse from the Heibi Empire, fifteen thousand. Can you buy it?" The shack owner said in an annoyed way, but he saw in his eyes. Without even the slightest contempt of people, he was a straightforward person, and Ling Feng nodded.
"Then I need a black blood horse." Ling Feng couldn't help but tremble when he heard the Heibi Empire, which had long been extinct, and an indelible emotion flashed in his eyes, as he said calmly.
The shed owner seemed to have something to say, but when the words reached his throat, he was swallowed back by the Zijinka that Ling Feng stretched over.
"Xiao Hei, drive!"
Ling Feng led the black blood horse to the road, jumped up, took a drink, and hurried away.
"It's fast, it's really a good horse. Heibi Empire's blood is even as good as a horse!" Ling Feng only felt the whirring in his ears, and the speed was much faster than he could run. It was because sitting on the horseback of his empire, Ling Feng had a different kind of joy in his heart.
Through the woods in the city, until noon, finally reached the east of the city. The prosperity of the east is not lost to the west of the city. There are mostly sword shops here. There is a large plaque above the gate of the sword shop. It was written "Sacred Treasure No. 1 Sword Casting Workshop" and Ling Feng felt helpless, why is there no second place
Ling Feng followed the mercenary, but don't be afraid, it's not difficult to find when you come here, just grab someone on the road, ask for the way, and rush straight away.
Sitting on such a precious BMW, walking on the street, it will inevitably attract a lot of curious eyes, and Ling Feng pays attention to putting his face in the hat.
…
"Why are you hitting my elder brother! Can the Tyrannical Wolf Hunting Squad behave nonsense under the emperor's soil?!"
Ling Feng came to the designated address. As expected, there was a huge sword-making shop at the end of the street. Even at the end of the street, the momentum could not be suppressed. This one could be called the "Holy Treasure No. 1 Sword-forging Workshop". Not to be exaggerated, Ling Feng and a group of onlookers watched the mercenaries who were looking at the gate making trouble. It was a young and handsome girl holding a suspected wounded man, facing the mercenaries.
"Haha! Little beauty, the imperial city is thousands of miles away, so no one can handle such a small matter? Even if I am here today with my brother, no one dares to treat Laozi! Believe it or not?"
The stout man standing in front of the crowd laughed loudly instead of being angry when he heard the woman's accusation. More than a dozen mercenaries behind him also laughed.
"you!… "
The woman was extremely embarrassed at the moment, her delicate face flushed suddenly, her eyes were filled with tears, and the people around could not follow these aggressive mercenaries, but she did not dare to make a sound, all her eyes were hooked. Scratching them, hatred suddenly grew in my heart.
"Junior sister! Go back, this group of mercenaries are thieves, don't tell them, even if I die, I won't put the thousand fine craftsmanship handed over by Master into these people's hands!" The wounded man had firm eyes. Looking at the bewildered girl, she raised the big knife in her hand again, and said fiercely.
"Brother! We can't beat their mercenaries who fight day and night! Don't go and die!" The girl squeezed the man's arm, crying.
"Huh! I fancy the technology you see! We can build as many houses as we want in this mess! If you don't do it! Leave your hands for work!" The stout man grinned. Raised the knife and pointed at the man and woman.
"Hmph! You slash it! Even if I die, I won't do anything for you dog thieves!" The man threw the knife to the ground, opening his bloodshot mouth, and said fiercely!
"Okay! I will dispose of you, a lifeless fellow today!" The stout man, shaken by the flesh on his face, immediately drank and raised the big knife in his hand.
"Drink! Stop!" Ling Feng had already prepared for the opportunity behind him, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and with a low cry, he leaped over from the horse back, but in an instant he came to the man holding the big knife. The man approached.
"Which green onion are you? Help me..."
The stout man hadn’t finished speaking, Ling Feng pierced the opponent’s throat with a lightning flash, blood from the arteries flew out, Ling Feng did not stop his movements, took the knife and quickly hit the opponent’s throat. Insert a few knives into the chest.
The mercenary behind was immediately dumbfounded. In this broad daylight, someone dared to use such cruel methods, but the reaction was extremely fast. The big sword in his hand quickly slashed towards Ling Feng, at Ling Feng’s speed. The sword is not reachable at all, and the internal strength of the physique adds the explosive power of vitality, and the speed definitely makes one suspect that he has met a strong Yuanwu level.
"Ah!" Ling Feng's figure was extremely fast, shuttled between a dozen people, like a group of black ghosts, everyone screamed wherever they passed, and the sword fell to the ground, all kneeling to the ground.
"If you don't kill you today, you don't come again! You must kill!" Ling Feng just cut off their hand muscles, and then flashed to the corpse of the burly man, shouting coldly!
The sound fell, and the remaining twelve mercenaries were painfully covering their wounds, staring fiercely at Ling Feng under the hat. Some climbed up the horses, and one of them had been unwilling to look at Ling Feng and Ling Feng. He also looked over, although his face was under the gloom, but those cold eyes could not be ignored.
"Who are you, someone who dared to kill my Tyrant Wolf Hunter!" The man who hated Ling Feng finally drank out and asked.
"Huh! It seems that you hate me too much!?" The dagger in Ling Feng's hand was clenched again, letting go of them because they were only subordinates. Now this person is obviously very hostile, and this kind of enemy must not be allowed. Stay, said coldly.
"My cousin is at your feet, you said..."
The man hadn’t finished speaking yet, Ling Feng had closed his heels and was very close to the other’s face. When the other side saw Ling Feng’s young and gloomy face, his eye bags twitched, but his neck was wiped. With a knife, I can't speak anymore.
Afterwards, the masses dispersed one after another, and the corpses on the ground were dragged away by the mercenaries. Ling Feng stood in a daze, and was a little surprised at his own methods. When the battle started, everything was thrown away. When I got to the back of my head, only tactics and indifference remained in my head.
Ling Feng’s current physical attack would basically have no problem killing fighters below five stages of warriors. As long as the opponent is not allowed to launch a long-range attack, this is the amazing effect of the dual cultivation of qualitative elements, and it separates from the painstaking and precise training plan. Inseparable from the relationship.