Chapter 109 Yilian's Invitation

At this time, the guests in the Kusai weapons store have found abnormalities outside the door one after another, and many people's eyes have been attracted here. Some people heard the fat man's shouting, gradually gathered at the door, looking up and down at Ye Fei, while those guests who did not hear the fat man shouting met each other. Listen and listen to what's going on.

"Apologize?" The fat man's nose twitched and his eyes were stunned. Not to mention that he didn't remember what he shouted at all, but he remembered that it had something to do with you?

Ye Fei was angry when he saw his coaxing posture, and he didn't bother to quarrel with this guy here. He ignored Zhao Yuting, who looked at him coldly. Without saying a word, he directly hit his shoulder on his chest and rushed in.

The young master, who was still maintaining his temperament, didn't expect the fat man to do such a thing. He was suddenly stattering and took two steps to stand still.

"It's really a shame for a six-level martial artist like you!" Ye Fei's eyes slanted, and his mouth was still unrelentless.

The fat man didn't use his fighting spirit at all, and completely relied on his weight advantage to knock Zhao Yuting away two steps.

Since ancient times, the eldest grandson of the old son has always been the most favored role in the family, especially as the only man in the generation of Mayor Aisan Utuo's family. Whether at home or out, Zhao Yuting has always bullied people. There are very few people who can make him suffer. Previously, Yilian has been hanging aside and let this The young master was a little embarrassed, and there was no time to release his anger in his heart. He was so popular again by the fat man, which immediately made Zhao Yuting a little irrational.

"Fat! Look for a fight!"

Young people's anger is easy to lose their minds. Zhao Yuting raised the long-handled warhammer in his hand and smashed it down on Ye Fei.

Although the 300-jin guy is not as destructive as the war spirit weapon, with its own terrible weight and the speed of the sixth-level warrior, it is so close that if he is beaten, even if he does not die on the spot, he will have to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone's eyes were full of flowers. The onlookers standing a little closer only felt a roaring wind passing by their ears. A strong airflow rolled up from the air and tore the air with a humming sound. Some timid people exclaimed on the spot.

There were also many powerful warriors gathered at the door, and they couldn't help frowning when they saw Zhao Yuting's behavior.

At the moment Zhao Yuting started, Ye Fei noticed his movements at the first time. The armor of war spirit lit up in an instant, and he punched directly with the long-handed war hammer.

Bum......

A shocking and muffled person couldn't come back for a long time.

"Ah...ah...ah...hand, my hand!" At the same time of the loud noise, Zhao Yuting was like a broken kite. He flew out and fell to the ground. His body kept rolling on the ground, covering his hands and making a terrible scream, in a very painful situation.

The stunned onlookers had no time to react to what had happened, and heard a bang. Hundreds of kilograms of long-handled war hammer hit the ground fiercely and smashed a blue and white stone slab again.

"Young master, young master, what's wrong with you?" The servant standing not far behind Zhao Yuting immediately rushed up and picked up his young master. Looking at it, his right wrist, which was still good, seemed to have been forcibly twisted. It was twisting and softly down at a strange angle.

On the contrary, the guests gathered at the gate of the weapons industry also looked different, some were shocked, some were confused, and more people were confused as the people who gathered around to watch the bustle.

For ordinary people who play again, it is just a brief moment of engagement, making their eyes unable to keep up with the movements of the two people at all. They can only guess the process of the engagement between the two by victory or defeat.

The arm was broken... The servants who followed Zhao Yuting couldn't react and looked at Ye Fei blankly.

The subordinate did not see clearly, but did not escape the eyes of those level 7 or 8 warriors. The fat man's behavior just now was completely beyond their expectations. In that close situation, even if the strength has reached the level of level 7 or 8, most people will choose to avoid it. No one will stupidly use themselves. My fist is harder than a solid war hammer.

However, the fat man did not retreat and made progress and met hundreds of pounds of weapons with his fist. Even with the protection of war spirit, the huge impact caused by the collision between the two was not bearable by normal people. Why was his fist all right? Why did it leave an obvious dent on the hammer? Just one punch, he used brute force to stop Qianjun's power, and how could Zhao Yuting be injured? How did he do it?

Ye Fei raised his eyebrows, stared angrily, and scolded Zhao Yuting on the ground, "What's the hell? Isn't it just a broken arm! Pooh! That little promising, like a woman!"

Although it is the same strength of level 6, after the transformation of the origin energy, the strength that the fat man can burst out now has far exceeded the upper limit of level 6. Only the ability of "night vision" is enough for him to benefit a lot in the battle. This ability to completely control the surrounding environment can be more intuitive. Hold the enemy's every move more clearly in your mind.

Especially the armor-breaking attribute obtained in advance. Although the effect is not obvious in the face of war spirit and magic defense shield, this special attribute that can penetrate any metal texture can completely allow him to calmly attack the war spirit directly to the arm holding the handle through the war hammer.

It's just that he broke an arm. It's definitely a fat man's mercy and a lot of wisdom. At the beginning, a Biides led to a series of troubles. If he hadn't been afraid of causing any more trouble, Ye Fei could completely bombard Zhao Yuting's body just now, guaranteed that he would not even recognize his mother.

People who don't know the details of the fat will definitely suffer a loss if they dare to fight with him. It's not to mention that they are both a six-level martial artist. Even if they face a seven-level martial artist, it's enough to stand in a dignified position. However, whether a bitch has the courage or not is another matter.

"Hey, don't come out with this little ability in the future. Shame on you!" Ye Fei sighed softly and looked like he had been sold cheaply.

"You, wait, this matter will not be over!" He pointed to the fat man's nose and screamed.

"Oh? Are you still excited? Let's beat you up again!" The fat man stared and raised his arm. Seeing that he seemed to wave his hand and slap him twice.

Ye Fei's action scared the subordinate to shut up on the spot and quickly helped his master to disappear into the crowd.

With the departure of the two, the onlookers who had just fallen into a state of silence gradually whispered.

"What's the beginning of this fat man? Even Zhao Yuting dares to fight, death?"

"I don't know, who knows where such a stunned young man came out!"

"What do you know? Our son is purely spoiled by his mother. I dare to guarantee that if the mayor knew that his son did it first, he would definitely beat Zhao Yuting first!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Really?"

What happened at the gate of Kusai's weapons store was just a matter of minutes. When this incident reached Yilian's ears and looked out along the window on the third floor, he happened to see Zhao Yuting's back disappearing in the crowd.

"Go, little bald!" The fat man casually picked up the long-handled hammer with some deformation on the ground.

He was not worried about the prince's revenge. He just broke an arm and would not leave any deadly sequelae. After a few months, he could recover as before. In the eyes of the public, it was Zhao Yuting's first hand and did not kill him. As long as he insisted on self-defense, he would be fearless even if he made trouble with the judge. I'm afraid that he will lose some money at most. What's more, he is not as good as Tosley's father.

Hey...

The fat man sighed and kept rubbing the words "Yilian" on the handle of the long-handled war hammer with his fingers. He was a little nervous. Before we met, he made a weapon in his store like this first. This first impression was not very good!

took two steps, but found that Gagarb did not keep up. Ye Fei couldn't help looking back in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Gagabu pointed to the hammer on the fat man's shoulder and didn't say anything.

The fat man was slightly stunned and then realized that the little bald head should mean that if there is only this level of forging, there is no need to waste time in it.

Ye Fei also smiled helplessly. This craft is really not good. It is said that the inferior tofu dregs project has raised this weapon. How could Master Lapol, who is famous in the northern continent, accept such an apprentice?

Looking up at the sky, it's still early. Although this street has only been half way around, if it comes to scale, there are really few weapons that can compare with the one in front of him. Besides, it's not his character to know that there is a beautiful woman in it and miss it.

The fat man took two steps back, put his arms around Gabb's shoulder and said seriously, "Look at the problem comprehensively. This warhammer may be a defective product used to practice. Maybe this weapon was created by others under her name! You see, there will always be some good things in such a big weapons industry. Go in and have a look. If we are not satisfied, we will change to another one!"

Gab hesitated for a moment, as if he felt that the fat man's words were reasonable, and he slowly followed.

Before entering the door, a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper greeted them first, bowed to the two, and said respectfully, "Excuse me, is it Mr. Ye Fei and Mr. Gabb?"

"Hmm! Are you?" The fat man was a little confused and looked up and down at the middle-aged man for a long time.

"Miss Yilian, please go upstairs and meet!"