Gan Feng invited the adventure kings of Zhuifeng Tavern to join the adventure team led by Ye Fan. Suddenly, the martial artists in the Zhuifeng Tavern burst into laughter and ridicule when they heard this.

"A nameless captain, a mechanical division with little close combat power, and a young general who is pampered in the corps and dare not go out alone to take risks. What strength can such a combination have? He even dares to form a team to go to the Great Wilderness to die!"

"A team like this will be destroyed immediately when encountering the Green Spider Beast Tide. I still want the Adventure King to join your team? What a joke!"

In the joke room, in the lobby on the first floor of the tavern, there were three powerful martial artists in the martial arts king realm sitting at a table, a calm-faced man, a beautiful young woman in green clothes and a black-faced man.

Among them, the man with a black face like an iron tower stood up and took out an extremely dull and heavy fourth-level mid-grade mace in his hand. He looked at Ye Fan and showed a sneer, "Boy, you have such a big tone. Now you dare to lead a team to the Great Wilderness in such a mess outside the city. Look at your cultivation, it should be in the middle stage of King Wu. Uncle, I am Guo Hong, the third third 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 and let me weigh your strength!"

The man with green eyebrows saw the black-faced man stand up to provoke, but his brow frowned slightly, put down the cup in his hand and said quietly: "Third brother, don't be troublesome."

The beautiful young woman smiled softly and shook his arm, "Brother, it's okay. We are almost suffocating in the city during this period. Let the third brother go, loosen the muscles and bones, and let everyone have fun!"

"Okay, the third brother takes in a good position and don't hurt anyone seriously."

The green-browed man wanted to warn the black-faced man to be careful, but after the beautiful young woman persuaded him, she saw that the black-faced man was absent-minded, and in desperation, she didn't say anything else.

"Three tigers in the wasteland!"

"Guo Hong, teach this kid some lesson! Let him know how much he weighs. Don't even dare to come to our Fengfeng Tavern to build a team."

In the tavern, the martial arts practitioners shouted loudly, all looking like they were watching the fun without much trouble.

It is common to have a fight in the tavern. If you want to become the captain of a team and cannot convince everyone, it is obviously not possible.

The black-faced man Guo Hong, the big man in the tower, cheered and looked even more proud.

Gan Feng recognized the black-faced man, his face changed slightly, and he quickly whispered to Ye Fan beside him, "Mr. Ye, the third brother Guo Hong of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland is a first-class master in the middle stage of King Wu. The three tigers of the Wasteland often join various hunting teams of the Wu King to hunt beasts in Zhongzhou, and often return with a full load. Although this third brother Guo Hong is not among the top 100 in the Wu King List of the Wu King in Digu City, he is also quite famous! However, even more powerful is Zhao Qingmei, the boss of the Three Tigers of the Wasteland, and in the late stage of King Wu, he is the top master in the top 30 in the Wu King in Digu City."

Amid the shouts of everyone, the black-faced man strode to the center of the hall, and a strong energy surged out of his body to support the coat, making him look even more burly and turbulent.

The nearly 10,000 pounds of mace in his hand, and the sharp wolf teeth thorns were covered with sharp golden light, showing a dazzling golden light. He was a Jin martial king.

The gold system is the most powerful vital energy system with the strongest armor-breaking ability, and has a very strong armor-breaking effect on armor. In addition, the weight of the mace itself is extremely heavy, far more than ten times higher than that of the ordinary Martial King Xuanshang. Many king-level armors cannot stop him from smashing the mace with a hammer.

"Boy, come and accompany me for a few moves. If I can hold on, I will spare you this time! If I can't hold on either move, be careful that my grandpa will discount your legs and give you a lesson."

The man from the black-faced tower laughed wildly and approached Ye Fan, dancing with a mace in his hand.

Gan Feng was very worried.

He knew that Ye Fan was a rare genius and a master of the mechanism, with a profound attainment in mechanical relations, which was amazing.

However, mechanical masters are generally not good at melee combat, and they mainly rely on mechanical puppets to fight.

Even high-level mechanical puppets have lower flexibility than human races, and are more suitable for a vast battlefield and not suitable for fighting in narrow places.

Especially in the small area of ​​the tavern hall, it is inconvenient to turn around, and there is no room for large-scale machines to display them.

In addition to the identity of the Emperor of the Mechanism, he knew that Ye Fan was only in the middle stage of the Martial King, and his martial arts cultivation was not particularly high.

Since entering the tavern, Ye Fan has been sweeping coldly across every corner of the hall of the Zhuifeng Tavern and bringing everyone's expressions into his eyes.

This Feng Zhuifeng Tavern is the gathering place for the highest level of Wu King in Emperor Valley City, and there are many practical martial experts in Wu King Realm who are hidden.

Many masters can not be seen simply by looking at their cultivation level.

Unlike the peaceful and fertile place like the Zixuan Dynasty, the martial artists of Emperor Valley City have been lingering on the verge of life and death because they have been in Zhongzhou for many years. They have rich experience in blood killing battles and are very murderous. Even martial artists with not very high cultivation should not be underestimated.

Ye Fan glanced at the black-faced man.

The black-faced iron tower man was wearing a faint bloody aura. Although he kept shouting arrogantly, his eyes revealed a hint of cunning. His back was slightly tilted and his feet were ready to go. His steps were as steady as a mountain. His hands were extremely flexible. It was obviously also a first-class martial arts master who had been fighting with the beast tribe in Zhongzhou for many years and had been trained in the middle stage of the Martial King.

This person's strength is probably a little better than any team leader of the Imperial Guard of the Zixuan Dynasty.

Of course, this strength is not enough for Ye Fan to see.

“It’s so much nonsense!”

A cold look appeared in Ye Fan's eyes.

He came to this Fengfeng Tavern, in addition to recruiting two high-level adventure kings. Another purpose was to release news so that the people of Zihuang Sect knew that they were going to lead an adventure team out of the Imperial Valley City.

He was not here to argue with the martial artists in the Zhuifeng Tavern.

Don't bother talking nonsense.

Ye Fan put one hand on the hilt of the mammoth sword at his waist, looking at the black-faced man coldly.

"Boy, looking for death! The Hammer of the Storm!"

The black-faced iron man froze and shouted in a low voice when he heard this. The golden light of the wolf toothed mace flashed, and a sudden move was made to press the top of the mountain.

A terrifying force instantly locked the small area of ​​several feet in a radius centered on Ye Fan and smashed it down hard.

No matter how violent the power is, how exquisite and flexible the power is used, it can be said to be controlled to the peak level. Although this hammer is fierce and domineering, it will not affect other guests around the tavern. The power is highly concentrated and there is no waste at all.

The outside world was calm and there was no wind. The center of this hammer was the angrily sea boat, which had an irresistible momentum.

This hammer is very heavy and has mastered its combat skills.

"good!"

"What a good move to the mace!"

Many of the martial arts practitioners in the tavern showed surprise and could hardly help cheering loudly.

This hammer was not dared to take the ordinary Martial King in the middle, so he could only try every means to avoid it. Once he avoided, what would be waiting for him would be a intensive attack like a storm of a black-faced man.

Even Zhao Qingmei, the boss of the Three Tigers in the Wasteland, showed a little smile. It seems that the third brother has been holding in the city for a month of hard work and has made a new breakthrough.
Chapter completed!