Gan Feng invited the adventure kings from Zhuifeng Tavern to join the adventure team led by Ye Fan. Suddenly, upon hearing this, the entire martial arts cultivators in Zhui Feng Tavern burst into laughter and ridicule.
"A captain with no reputation, an engineer with little close combat ability, and a young general who is too pampered in a large army and dare not go out alone to take risks. What kind of strength can such a combination have? How dare they form a team to go to the wilderness Go to death!"
"A team like this will be wiped out instantly when encountering a wave of green spider beasts. You still want an adventure king to join your team? What a joke!"
While they were joking, in the lobby on the first floor of the tavern, there were three powerful Martial King Realm martial artists sitting at a table. They were a man with green eyebrows and a calm expression, a beautiful young woman in green clothes and a tough man with a black face.
Among them, the tall man with a black face like an iron tower stood up leisurely and took out an extremely thick and heavy fourth-level mid-level mace in his hand. He looked at Ye Fan and sneered, "Boy, you are so loud, now You dare to lead a team to the Great Wasteland despite the chaos outside the city. Judging from your cultivation, you should be in the middle stage of King Wu. Sir, I am Guo Hong, the third son of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, and I am also in the middle stage of King Wu. Why don't you come and have fun with me, uncle? Hey, let me weigh your strength!"
The green-browed man frowned slightly when he saw the dark-faced man standing up to challenge him. He put down the cup in his hand and said in a low voice: "Third brother, don't be too troublesome."
But the beautiful young woman smiled sweetly and shook his arm, "Brother, it doesn't matter, we are almost exhausted in the city during this period, let the third child go, relax his muscles and bones, and let everyone have fun !"
"Okay, third child, take it easy and don't seriously hurt anyone."
The green-browed man wanted to warn the dark-faced man to be careful, but after the persuasion of the beautiful young woman, seeing that the dark-faced man was distracted, he had no choice but to say nothing more.
"Three Tigers of the Wasteland!"
"Guo Hong, teach this kid a lesson! Let him know how much he weighs. Even cats and dogs dare to come to our Zhuifeng Tavern to build a team."
In the tavern, the martial arts cultivators were cheering loudly, all looking like they were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Competitions and competitions in the tavern are common. If you want to be the captain of a small team, you will obviously not be able to convince everyone.
The black-faced Iron Tower man Guo Hong listened to the cheers and looked even more proud.
Gan Feng recognized this black-faced man, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly whispered to Ye Fan next to him, "Master Ye, the third son of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, Guo Hong, is a first-rate master in the middle stage of King Wu. They, the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, He often joins various Martial King hunting teams to hunt orcs in Zhongzhou, and often returns with a full load. Although Guo Hong, the third oldest, is not among the top 100 Martial Kings in Imperial Valley City, he is still quite famous! However, the Three Tigers of the Wasteland are even more powerful. The boss, Zhao Qingmei, is a late-stage Martial King and is one of the top 30 masters on the Martial King list in Imperial Valley City."
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the black-faced man strode to the center of the hall. A strong energy surged from his body and he held up his coat, making him look even bigger and stronger.
The nearly 10,000-kilogram mace in his hand was covered with sharp spikes and emitted a dazzling golden light. He was clearly a gold-type Martial King.
The metal element is the vitality element with the strongest armor-breaking ability, and has a very strong armor-breaking effect. In addition, the weight of the mace itself is extremely heavy, far more than ten times that of ordinary Wuwang Xuanbing. Many king-level armors cannot stop him from smashing the mace with a hammer.
"Boy, come on, let me do two moves with you. If you can hold on, I will spare you this time! If you can't hold on in both moves, be careful, grandpa will break your legs and teach you a lesson."
The black-faced iron tower man laughed crazily and approached Ye Fan, waving the mace in his hand and blowing in the wind.
Gan Feng was very worried.
He knew that Ye Fan was a rare genius machine king, and his knowledge in machine relations was extremely profound and breathtaking.
However, machine masters are generally not good at close combat and mainly rely on machine puppets to fight.
Even high-level machine puppets are less flexible than humans. They are more suitable for vast battlefields and are not suitable for fighting in narrow places.
Especially in the small hall of the tavern, it is inconvenient to turn around, and there is no room for large machines to operate.
Apart from his status as the King of Machinery, he knew that Ye Fan was only in the middle stage of King Wu, and his martial arts cultivation was not particularly high.
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Since Ye Fan entered the tavern, he has been scanning every corner of the hall of Zhuifeng Tavern with cold eyes, taking in everyone's expressions.
This Zhui Feng Tavern is the highest level gathering place for Martial Kings in Imperial Valley City, and there are many hidden masters of Martial King Realm.
Many masters can't be identified simply by looking at their cultivation.
Unlike Zixuan Dynasty, a peaceful and fertile place, the martial arts cultivators in Imperial Valley City have been wandering on the verge of life and death because they have entered the borders of Zhongzhou to fight all year round. They have rich experience in bloody battles and have a strong murderous intent. Even martial arts cultivators whose cultivation level is not very high should not be underestimated.
Ye Fan glanced at the black-faced man.
This black-faced Iron Tower man carries a faint aura of blood evil. Although he keeps shouting arrogantly, there is a hint of cunning in his eyes. His back is slightly bent and he is ready to go. His steps are as steady as a mountain, and the mace in his hand is extremely He is agile and is obviously a first-class master in the middle stage of the King of Martial Arts who has been trained in Zhongzhou against the orcs for many years.
This person's strength is probably slightly better than any of the captains of the Imperial Guards of the Zixuan Dynasty.
Of course, this strength is not enough for Ye Fan to see.
"So much nonsense!"
There was a cold look in Ye Fan's eyes.
In addition to recruiting two high-level adventure kings, he came to the Wind Chasing Tavern. Another purpose was to spread the news and let the people of the Purple Phoenix Sect know that he was going to lead an adventure team out of Imperial Valley City.
He is not here to argue with the martial arts cultivator in Zhui Feng Tavern.
Too lazy to talk nonsense.
Ye Fan put one hand on the handle of the mammoth imperial sword at his waist and looked at the black-faced man coldly.
"Boy, you are seeking death! Storm Hammer!"
The black-faced tough man couldn't help but froze when he heard this, shouted angrily, the golden light of his mace flashed, and he suddenly moved the giant mountain to the top.
A terrifying force that was as terrifying as an overwhelming force instantly locked onto a small area of several feet with Ye Fan as the center, and smashed it down hard.
Whether it is the violent force or the exquisite and flexible display of power, it can be said that the control has reached the peak level. Although this blow was fierce and domineering, it would not affect other guests around the tavern. The power was highly concentrated and there was no waste.
It was calm outside, with no wind at all. The center of this hammer is the angry sea boat, which has the irresistible power to destroy everything.
This hammer is as heavy as light, and he has mastered the combat skills.
"good!"
"What a mace trick!"
Many of the martial arts cultivators in the tavern looked surprised and could hardly help but cheer loudly.
This strike, the ordinary King Wu would not dare to take directly, so he could only find ways to avoid it. Once he dodges, what awaits him will be a storm-like attack from the black-faced man.
Even Zhao Qingmei, the boss of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, showed a slight smile. It seemed that the third child had made a new breakthrough in the combat skills he had been practicing hard in the city for a month.