Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

Following the call of the shopkeeper, a limping half-dragon boy staggered in front of Chen An in the corner of the inn.

"You follow him to see the room."

After Tong Chi finished speaking, Chen An turned to look at the shopkeeper.

"Have some wine and meat."

The black horse stood by the counter, and Chen An came to an empty table.

But before he sat down, a sand thief came to the table first, squeezed in, and looked at Chen An with raised eyebrows.

"This brother is from the Bainiu tribe, right?"

Chen An glanced at him and sat directly opposite.

There were still many empty tables in the hall, a total of nine tables, four of which were occupied by more than a dozen sand robbers, but there were still five vacant.

Chen An was not interested in Sand Pirates, but this did not prevent him from seeing what the other party wanted to say.

As a unique product on the land of the Half-Dragon Clan, it helps him understand the customs of the Half-Dragon Clan.

"So what?"

As soon as Chen An finished speaking, a machete had already been slapped on the table.

"I want your horse." He pointed to the scimitar on the table with a playful look in his eyes.

"Not for sale."

Chen An still likes this horse very much. In addition to being obedient, it also has a trace of monster blood. It is full of endurance, and its wide hooves are extremely stable even when it falls on the sand, without shaking at all.

It's true that Chen An can fly, but he doesn't want to expose it in front of Chi Lingli.

Sitting on a horse is obviously more fragrant than walking on two feet.

After fighting on the front line for a year, I have to enjoy it.

"Not for sale?"

The sand bandit on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and slapped another cloth bag on the table.

More than a dozen silver coins poured out of the pocket.

"This plus this is enough to buy your horse!"

His tone increased.

Chen An spent two silver coins to buy this horse.

All the monster clans have official banknotes issued, but for Sand Pirates, that kind of thing is obviously useless.

Gold and silver, this is the hard currency among ordinary monsters.

"Not for sale either."

Chen An smiled and glanced at Sand Bandit opposite him.

He thought it was very interesting, could it be that the other party wanted to buy and sell by force?
It would have been fine if that was the case, anyway, it was a group of sand bandits, the strongest of which were no more than mortals, and could kill them all with a sharp move.

Compared with the sharp teeth fighting in the mixed army, these sand robbers are still too fragile, and they can be crushed by experience alone.

Teng...

The sound of chairs being overturned continued to sound, and a group of sand robbers had already left the wine table and surrounded Chen An.

"Don't break things, hit them out."

The shopkeeper took a look, then lost much interest, and sat back at the counter.

"Don't worry, old leader, we will pay for anything broken."

Sand Bandit sitting opposite gave a grin, and turned to look at Chen An viciously.

"Young man, I advise you to give up."

At this time, the shopkeeper behind the counter spoke again.

Chen An did not respond. From the moment he entered the town, he had already used his super-sense to investigate everything. In the whole town, there were not many warriors, and the strongest among them were not these sand robbers, but these The shopkeeper of an inn.

In addition, the guy named Chichi who went upstairs with his teeth is also a master.

Two people, one at the ground level and one at the spiritual level, or just one, can kill all these sand robbers.

He didn't know why the two were hiding in the inn, but he just thought it was a bit interesting, and there was no second inn in the whole town, so he came here directly.

"Hey, boy from the White Bull Clan, did you hear what the old dragon said? He advised you to give up, and I advise you too."

"It's better to listen to the old man's words!"

Saying that, the scimitar came out of its sheath, and pointed at Chen An.

"Is it me?"

Chen An looked at him in surprise.

He hides his strength, from the surface, he is only at the early stage of the spirit level.

Immediately he understood that, as expected, the innkeeper named Lao Longtou and that tooth should have hidden their strength, at least this group of sand robbers were completely unaware.

"Just now I asked you to buy a horse and you refused, since that's the case..."

The Sand Bandit on the opposite side suddenly pulled out the scimitar placed on the table. The scimitar flashed coldly and slashed towards Chen An's head.

collapse……

The scimitar fell on Chen An's head, but Chen An's head was fine, but the scimitar broke off, and the broken blade was directly inserted into the chest of a sand thief.

The head of Sand Pirates on the opposite side shrank his pupils, as if he saw something terrifying.

He retreated abruptly, and the rest of the sand bandits also retreated almost simultaneously.

"Why, you want to run away after cutting me?"

Chen An stood up, stretched out his hand and pulled the broken blade out.

The corpse fell to the ground, and Chen An had already arrived in front of the leader of the Sand Pirates in the blink of an eye.

Withdrawing the broken blade and thrusting out, before the latter had time to react, the broken blade had already pierced into his throat, protruding from the back of his neck.

call……

The sound of tearing breathing resounded in the inn.

The Sand Pirates looked at Chen An in disbelief with cold sweat on their heads.

"get out."

With that said, Chen An changed tables.

The blood on the ground slowly spread, mixed in the dry air of the inn.

"Old leader, please clean up, the money will be deducted from the account."

At this moment, two people came down the stairs. Chi Lingli, who was walking in front, saw the two corpses on the ground, and immediately ran towards Chen An.

"My lord, are you alright!"

He cast a bitter glance at the sand bandits who had squeezed out of the inn, drew out the weapon at his waist, and was about to chase them down.

"never mind."

Chen An interrupted his movements.

"Yes, my lord."

A lame guy named Chitooth limped over and dragged the corpses of the two Sand Bandits away.

The blood on the ground quickly dried up.

Chi Chi came back from the door, with a handful of loess in his apron, which he sprinkled directly on the ground to cover up the blood.

"Tooth, prepare some clean wine and meat for these two guests."

The old dragon gave an order.

Tooth like a robot, limping away.

After a while, the lame boy came back and brought the wine and meat in front of Chen An.

Two plates of air-dried meat of some kind of poultry, two pieces of dry and hard yellow naan, and a pot of light yellow wine. The style above the desert is ruthless and fierce, stained with a layer of plain yellow.

After finishing all this, the child gritted his teeth and walked back to the shadow to sit down, rubbing his fingers on the ground, as if he was sketching something.

Chen An glanced at him, then looked away.

He didn't plan to stay here for a long time. The old and the young may have their own stories, but he has no interest in deciphering them.

As for food, Chen An didn't have much requirements. Since he was not human, even though the wine was a bit astringent, he still drank it, satiated with food, and left with his sharp teeth.

After waiting for 2 minutes, Chen An looked at the old leader who was walking towards him.

"Young people are not easy."

The old dragon's eyes were cloudy, and he sat opposite Chen An.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Chen An's mouth.

"You're not simple, are you?"

"In an ordinary town, even the buddies are spirit-level existences. Are you living in seclusion?"

Chen An didn't point it out, what he would only say with the strength of the spirit level.