Chapter 49 The eccentric old man

"Thank you for saving my life. My name is Zheng Peng." The young man introduced himself naively. Although the wounds on his body were bleeding terribly just now, they were all skin wounds. He casually grabbed some herbs on the mountain and stopped them.

"This boy is a reliable and honest man." Zhao Jingtian said in his heart. Just now, Zheng Peng ignored his wounds and safety, and Zhao Jingtian felt that this person was definitely worthy of being a friend.

"Here we are, this is our village." Zheng Peng took Zhao Jingtian to a small mountain village with only dozens of lights: "Now everyone must be having dinner in the middle of the village. Let me take you there."

Zhao Jingtian was confused when he heard this: "Everyone? In the middle of the village? Dinner?"

However, when Zhao Jingtian walked to the middle of the village, he understood what it meant. There is a big pot in the middle of the village. The fire at the bottom of the pot is burning loudly, and the porridge in the big pot is happily tossed with the fire. More than 200 men, women and children each held an empty bowl in their hands, surrounded the cauldron, looked at the porridge in the pot, and starved in their eyes.

A young woman smiled and divided the porridge in the pot into everyone's bowls with a spoon in her hand, and finally filled herself with a bowl.

In this village, the whole village eats a big pot of rice together!

Looking at these people eating, Zhao Jingtian couldn't help caressing his stomach.

Zheng Peng shouted, "Sister, make a bowl for me and this big brother. I'm starving."

The young woman turned around and said to Zheng Peng, "Xiaopeng, why did you come back so late?" That's not too delicate in the voice, with a little reproach and more concern.

Zheng Peng smiled and said, "Sister, don't say so much. I'm hungry, hungry!"

The young woman brought two bowls of porridge one left and one right and handed them to Zhao Jingtian and Zheng Peng. Probably hungry, and after a fight with the long-armed monster ape, Zheng Peng picked up the porridge and began to swallow it.

"Is this...?" The young woman looked up and down at Zhao Jingtian, as if she was guessing Zhao Jingtian's way.

Zhao Jingtian smiled and said, "Zhao Jingtian is just a passer-by. I met the Zheng Peng brothers on the way. At his invitation, I came to beg for food and left tomorrow.

The young woman seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "You're welcome. I'm a guest from afar. My name is Zheng Rou.

Zhao Jingtian secretly exclaimed: "I didn't expect to meet such a knowledgeable girl in such a place. She doesn't look like a person who grew up in such a place at all."

Zhao Jingtian put away his doubts, turned them into appetite, and began to devour them. In a short time, a bowl of porridge was eaten by Zhao Jingtian. Zhao Jingtian felt that at this time, even the delicacies did not have this bowl of porridge. Although he has dry food, the dry food is also terrible.

"Hmm?" Zhao Jingtian suddenly realized that a group of strong gold and fire attributes were coming towards him, and he couldn't help but be wary.

"Grandpa." Zheng Peng and Zheng Rou shouted at the same time to an old man. Zhao Jingtian saw that this old man was the source of the golden fire double attribute power!

The old man stared at Zhao Jingtian with an unkind face: "Are you a boxer?"

Zhao Jingtian said, "Yes. What's the problem?"

The old man pointed to the exit of the village: "We don't welcome boxers here!"

"Grandpa!" Zheng Peng and Zheng Rou shouted at the same time. What was more anxious was Zheng Peng: "Grandpa, this eldest brother just saved me from the gibbon. How can you drive him away like this! You taught us, and we should repay your kindness!"

The old man looked at his granddaughter and stared at Zhao Jingtian: "Tomorrow morning, get out of the village immediately!"

Zhao Jingtian will naturally have some face to show this unreasonable old man: "No, I will go out. But I'm leaving now. After drinking a bowl of porridge, Brother Zheng Peng, you don't owe me anything. I just hope you won't be like your grandfather in the future. After saying that, Zhao Jingtian turned around and left.

"You! Stop!" The old man was so popular that the blue veins protrude one by one.

Zhao Jingtian said without looking back, "Old man, I don't owe you anything. Why should I listen to you!"

"Hmm!" The old man moved, and he flashed like a flame. He immediately floated to Zhao Jingtian's side and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Jingtian's back collar.

If it were the other five elements, Zhao Jingtian may not have time to react, but the fire is also Zhao Jingtian's strength, and he has already sensed it as soon as the old man moves. Before the old man stretched out his hand, Zhao Jingtian's head turned aside, the soles of his feet were oily, and he slipped a few meters away.

"I'm so angry! Leave it for me!" The old man shouted loudly, and the air around him was red, which seemed to burn and blow a hot wind!

"The secret of cultivating magic by fire!?" Zhao Jingtian's face changed, and he couldn't stop Zhao Jingtian with the old man's boxing skills. The only possibility that he could cause such a big movement was that the old man practiced the magic formula of fire!

"Too much bullying!" Zhao Jingtian's anger was also provoked, and he casually put the blue sky crystal armor in the bag behind him. Suddenly, the anger suddenly receded!

The old man was stunned and stared motionless at the blue sky crystal armor on Zhao Jingtian's body: "Are you from the mixed Yuantang?"

"This old man is definitely not an ordinary person and can't be easily offended. However, is he a friend or an enemy of the mixed Yuantang? Various possibilities flashed through Zhao Jingtian's mind.

"If you want to be respected by others, you must first respect others. If you want others to tell you the truth, you have to tell them the truth. Finally, Zhao Jingtian remembered Mr. Zhao's previous teachings. He still told the truth: "I'm not from the mixed Yuantang, but this is indeed the armor of the mixed Yuantang."

"Hmm! Fortunately, you are not from the Yuantang!" The old man's face and tone improved slightly: "So you bought this pair of armor?"

Zhao Jingtian said with a wry smile, "Killing, robbing goods. However, that's on the battlefield. Don't grab it for nothing.

The old man did not hear Zhao Jingtian's answer, because his attention was suddenly attracted by another thing. At Zhao Jingtian's feet, something about 50 centimeters long is flashing with a faint red light!

"The iron of fire spirits!" When the old man saw the iron, it was like a young man seeing a beautiful girl. He rushed up excitedly and grabbed the iron tightly in his hand: "It's really the iron of fire spirit!"

Zhao Jingtian remembered that this thing was given to him by the kind of long-armed monster ape. He didn't know the goods, but he didn't expect to meet a person who knew the goods.

"Hey, old man! This is mine. Don't hold it so tightly!" Zhao Jingtian shouted. In fact, it doesn't matter to him, who doesn't know the goods, whether this thing is or not, but when Zhao Jingtian sees that the old man looks like a treasure, it is difficult for Zhao Jingtian to dispel the resentment just now.

The old man immediately changed his smiling face, probably because he hasn't smiled for a long time, and his smiling face is also a little ugly: "Can you sell me this fire spirit iron? I'll give you as many gold coins!"

"No way!" Zhao Jingtian said, "Is there such an exaggeration? How much money? How much money can you old man have? Let's test it first. If you can beat him hard, Xiaofeng and others also have the funds to operate bigger and stronger!"

After thinking about it, Zhao Jingtian smiled "gentle" and said, "If you want it, I will sell you a hundred gold coins."

"What?" The old man stared: "A hundred gold coins?"

Zhao Jingtian was shocked and thought that the old man thought it was expensive and wanted to reduce the price. Unexpectedly, the old man said, "I'll give you another 100 gold coins, and then use the ignition iron to recreate this armor for you, so that you don't think I will hack you in the future."

"What...what...what...what?" This time, Zhao Jingtian was stunned. His eyes were like longan, and his tongue was knotted like a thread.

Two hundred gold coins! What kind of concept is that! That's the 200-month salary of Jin Xiangzong, a broken-level boxer!

However, Zhao Jingtian twisted himself fiercely to wake himself up: "Old man, do you have so much money? Also, you said you would help me rebuild the armor, which was created by others. Can you do it!"

The old man immediately exploded like a gunpowder barrel: "You stinky boy, it's okay if I don't have money, how dare you look down on Mr. Zheng and my creation skills? Go! Let me show you!"