The moment he saw the monk in Loucheng, A Feng felt as if his heart had been punched by a fist, and he began to tremble unsatisfactorily.
The Loucheng monks in front of him were not very old. They seemed to be only a few years older than him, but their cultivation levels were very different.
They are very powerful, more powerful than any mercenary present, and they give people an unfathomable feeling.
In addition, there is the murderous aura that is hidden but can be vaguely felt.
This is the real strong man!
Afeng had a feeling that just one person from the other party could knock a whole group of them to the ground.
In addition to the aura that makes people feel trembling in their hearts, the weapons and equipment on the other party also make Afeng very envious.
It is low-key and restrained, yet does not lose its majesty and domineering appearance. It is obvious at a glance that it was expensive to build.
In fact, this is indeed the case. If the equipment of the Loucheng monks were converted into cash, all of them would be extremely valuable.
The weapons and equipment eliminated by the monks in Loucheng have always been sought after by the wild cultivators, but unfortunately they are often not what they want.
Unless there is a need, the weapons and equipment of Loucheng monks will not easily be circulated outside Loucheng.
Knocked-out products are so sought after, so it’s hard to say that they’re authentic, and it’s even more impossible to get them.
Looking at the armor on the opponent's body, Afeng felt a desire for the first time. It would be great if the armor could be worn on his body!
Just as he was secretly longing for it, several Loucheng monks had already looked around and then issued orders to a group of mercenaries.
"Everyone, be prepared and enter the transport ship one by one. Remember to maintain order. Troublemakers will be directly disqualified from employment!"
This Loucheng monk did not deliberately say anything harsh to threaten and frighten these rough and wild mercenaries who came from the mountains and forests.
The mercenaries around them were silent, but none of them dared to despise each other's warnings. They knew that once they were deprived of the qualification to accept employment, it would probably mean entering Baixi Tower City's blacklist.
From now on, not only will it be difficult to accept tasks in Baixi Loucheng, but even if you enter areas controlled by other Loucheng, you will also encounter obstacles because of these bad records.
Tang Zhen did not deliberately require the Shenglong War Zone to maintain harmony, but he used some methods to reduce conflicts within the war zone as much as possible.
For example, this rule can keep mercenaries honest and avoid unnecessary trouble.
With a heart of awe, there are constraints on actions, and this is true between mortals and monks.
After hearing the order, the mercenaries immediately lined up as required, then carried their personal belongings and entered the transport ship one after another.
The Loucheng monks were standing nearby, looking at the mercenaries who were entering the transport ship, and occasionally chatting in low voices.
Afeng didn't know what these Loucheng monks were doing, but Uncle Aaron quietly reminded them to try their best to look energetic.
If you are lucky, you might be favored by the Loucheng monks and get an unexpectedly good job.
“What does an unexpectedly good job mean?”
Afeng was thinking secretly in his heart, but without hesitation in his hand movements, he quickly put away the goods he was selling.
He did not throw away these things. After all, there were some medicines among these supplies, which were completely useful on the battlefield.
In addition to practicing these years, Afeng also learned the skill of refining medicine from others. Although he did not have a complete inheritance, he could still save lives and heal the wounded.
He had even made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would make the good medicines he had.
In this way, it can be sold on the battlefield, saving lives and earning an additional income at the same time.
Children of poor people have long been the masters of the family. In order to earn enough resources for cultivation, Afeng has been doing this all these years.
Even when he is about to go to the battlefield, he is still thinking about doing business and making money.
For Afeng, money is the most important thing. This concept is almost unshakable in his heart.
He signed up to become a mercenary because of the generous rewards, and for no other reason than that.
Groups of mercenaries entered the transport ship, and soon it was Afeng and others' turn. They also followed the example of the others and formed two long lines.
Looking at the huge transport ship, Afeng walked forward with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Wait a moment!"
As soon as Afeng approached the cabin door, he heard someone talking, and then saw a Loucheng monk walking over.
Everyone was surprised, but still followed the steps that stopped at the same time.
The Loucheng monk ignored the others and walked directly to A Feng, looking him up and down.
To be more precise, he was looking at the sword on his back with a strange color in his eyes.
Ah Feng didn't understand what the other party was trying to do, but fortunately he didn't feel any malice.
"Where did you get the sword you are wearing?"
After sizing up the sword several times, the Loucheng monk looked at A Feng and asked with a hint of curiosity.
"When I was catching mud snails when I was a child, I accidentally found it in the mud beside the Baixi River. I don't know its specific origin."
Since the day he started practicing, this sword has been with A Feng and has become a part of his body.
He even hoped to find out the origin of this sword, who it belonged to, and why it was left on the bank of Baixi River.
"By the White Creek?"
The Loucheng monk frowned, then showed a look of surprise on his face, and then nodded slightly.
"I see."
After he finished saying this, he looked at Afeng and said, "You wait here for a while, and others can continue to board the transport ship."
When Uncle Aaron and others next to him heard this, they showed a trace of hesitation and did not want to leave Ah Feng alone here.
However, judging from the appearance of this Loucheng monk, it seems that he is not looking for trouble. If they are suspicious, they will inevitably cause the other party's displeasure.
"Uncle Aaron, please get on the transport ship first. I will find you soon."
Afeng turned around and said, not wanting to embarrass Uncle Aaron and others.
"Okay then, I'll wait 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 monk asked with a smile on his face: "I think you must want to know now, why I asked about the origin of this sword, and why I kept you here?"
Afeng nodded. Although he had a guess, he did not pretend to be smart and said it. Instead, he waited for the other party's answer.
"The sword you are wearing is one of the early standard weapons of Holy Dragon City, and it bears the mark of the Ace Legion.
The people who can possess this kind of weapon are all old men who came from the wild war zone with Mr. Tang Zhen.
After so many years, the weapons in Shenglong City have been constantly updated. The sword in your hand has been out of date for an unknown period of time.
The sword in your hand should come from a Loucheng monk. It may not be a relic of the other party, but it has a very important meaning.
I hope to make a deal with you and buy your sword, and I will definitely give you an absolutely fair price. "
After hearing the explanation from monk Lou Cheng, Afeng suddenly realized that the sword he accidentally picked up actually had such a great origin.
It must have been accidentally left behind by the Loucheng monks during the decisive battle between the Loucheng monks and the orc army in the Baixi Valley.
No wonder the appearance of this weapon is unremarkable, but its quality is so extraordinary, like an extended limb!
