I Have a City in a Different World

The moment he saw the monk Loucheng, Ah Feng felt as if his heart had been beaten by a fist, and trembled unsatisfactorily.

The few Loucheng monks in front of them are not very old, and they seem to be only a few years older than him, but their cultivation bases are very different.

They are very strong, more than any mercenary present, giving people a feeling of inscrutable.

In addition, it is the murderous aura that is hidden, but can be vaguely felt.

This is the real powerhouse!

Ah Feng had a feeling that the other party could knock a large group of them to the ground with just one person.

In addition to the trembling aura, the weapons and equipment on the opponent's body also made Ah Feng very envious.

Low-key and restrained, but without losing its prestige and domineering, it makes people know that it is expensive to make.

In fact, this is indeed the case. If the equipment of the monks in Loucheng is converted into cash, they are all expensive items.

The weapons and equipment eliminated by the monks in Loucheng have always been good things sought after by the wild cultivators, but unfortunately many times they cannot be asked for.

Unless there is a need, the weapons and equipment of the Loucheng monks will not easily flow outside the Loucheng.

The knock-out products are so sought after, the genuine products are naturally not said, and it is impossible to get them.

Looking at the battle armor on the opponent's body, Ah Feng felt a desire for the first time. It would be great if the battle armor could be worn on his body!

Just as he secretly longed in his heart, several Loucheng cultivators had already looked around, and then issued orders to a group of mercenaries.

"Everyone is ready, enter the transport ship in turn, remember to maintain order, and the troublemakers will be directly disqualified from employment!"

The Loucheng cultivator did not deliberately say anything cruel, in order to threaten and deter these vulgar and wild mercenaries from the mountains and forests.

The surrounding mercenaries did not speak, but none of them dared to despise the warning of the other party. It should be noted that once they are deprived of their qualifications for employment, it is likely to mean that they have entered the blacklist of Baixi Loucheng.

Since then, not only will it be difficult to accept tasks at Baixi Loucheng, even if you enter the area controlled by other buildings, you will also encounter obstacles everywhere because of these bad records.

Tang Zhen did not deliberately ask the Holy Dragon theater to maintain harmony, but he used some methods to reduce the conflicts within the theater as much as possible.

For example, this regulation can make mercenaries honest and avoid some unnecessary troubles.

With the heart of awe, there is restraint in acting, and this is the case between mortals and monks.

The mercenaries who heard the order immediately lined up as required, and then entered the transport ship one after another with personal belongings.

Those Loucheng cultivators were standing beside them, looking at the mercenaries who kept entering the transport ships, and occasionally chatting in a low voice.

Ah Feng didn't know what these building cultivators were doing, but Uncle Ah Long quietly reminded them to try to make themselves look more energetic.

If you are lucky, you may be favored by the monks in Loucheng and get an unexpectedly good job.

"Unexpectedly good job, what is it talking about?"

Ah Feng pondered secretly in his heart, but he did not hesitate to move his hands, and quickly put away the goods he sold.

He didn't throw away these things. After all, there are some medicines among these materials, which are completely useful on the battlefield.

In addition to cultivating over the years, Ah Feng has also learned the skill of refining medicine with others. Although he does not have a complete inheritance, he can still save lives and heal wounds.

Even he has made up his mind that if he has the opportunity, he will definitely make those good medicines that he has mastered.

This can be sold on the battlefield, saving lives and earning an additional income.

The children of the poor are in charge of the family early. In order to earn enough cultivation resources, Ah Feng has been doing this all these years.

Even if he is about to enter the battlefield, he is still thinking about doing business to make money.

For Ah Feng, money is the most important thing, and this concept is almost unshakable in his heart.

He signed up to become a mercenary because he took a fancy to the generous reward, and there was no other reason than that.

A group of mercenaries entered the transport ship, and soon it was A Feng and the others. They also followed the example of the others and formed two long queues.

Looking at the huge transport ship, Ah Feng stepped forward with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as Ah Feng approached the cabin door, he heard someone talking, and then saw a Loucheng cultivator walking over.

Everyone was surprised, but still followed the footsteps that stopped at the same time.

The Loucheng cultivator ignored the others, but walked directly to Ah Feng and looked him up and down.

To be more precise, he looked at the sword he was carrying behind his back, with a strange color in his eyes.

Ah Feng didn't understand what the other party was going to do, but luckily he didn't feel any malice.

"Where did you get the sword on your body?"

After looking at the battle knife for several times, the cultivator of Loucheng looked at Ah Feng and asked in a slightly curious tone.

"This is when I was catching mud snails when I was a child, and I accidentally found it in the mud by the Baixi River. I don't know its specific origin."

Since the day he started cultivating, this sword has accompanied Ah Feng and has become a part of his body.

He hopes to find out the origin of this sword, to know who he belongs to, and why he was left on the bank of Baixi?

"By the White Stream?"

The Loucheng cultivator frowned, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he nodded lightly.

"I see."

After he said this, he looked at Ah Feng and said, "You wait here first, and others can continue to board the transport ship."

When Uncle Aaron and the others heard the words, there was a hint of hesitation on their faces, and they didn't want to leave Afeng here alone.

However, looking at the appearance of this building cultivator, it seems that he is not looking for trouble. If they are suspicious, it will inevitably cause the other party to be unhappy.

"Uncle Aaron, you all get on the transport ship first, I will find you soon."

A Feng turned his head and said something, not wanting to embarrass Uncle A Long and others.

"Well then, I'll be waiting for you inside."

After Uncle Aaron finished speaking, he saluted the young Loucheng monk, and then greeted a group of young people to board the transport ship.

Seeing this, the young Loucheng cultivator asked with a smile on his face: "I think you must be wondering now, why did I ask the origin of this sword, and why did I keep you?"

Ah Feng nodded. Although he had some guesses, he did not pretend to be smart and said it, but waited for the other party's answer.

"The sword on your body is one of the early standard weapons of the Holy Dragon City, with the mark of the ace legion.

The people who can possess this kind of weapon are all old people who follow His Excellency Tang Zhen and come from the wild war zone together.

Over the years, the weapons of the Holy Dragon City have been constantly updated. Like this sword in your hand, it has long been eliminated for a long time.

The sword in your hand should come from a building monk, it may not be the other party's relic, but it has a very important meaning.

I hope I can make a deal with you to buy this sword of yours, and I will definitely give you an absolutely fair price. "

Hearing the explanation of the cultivator Loucheng, Ah Feng suddenly realized that the sword he accidentally picked up has such a great origin.

It must be that the monk Loucheng and the orc army had a decisive battle in the White Stream Valley, and the monk Loucheng was accidentally left behind.

No wonder the appearance of this weapon is inconspicuous, but the quality is so extraordinary, like an extended limb!