Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

After escaping far away, the one-armed man looked back, at the lonely tavern, with lingering fear. At this moment, in his opinion, it looked like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth wide open.

He could feel that he had broken many bones, and as a warrior, he forcibly held back the excruciating pain.

He hurriedly took out the communicator in his arms and recorded a sentence: "That old ghost is no longer in the tavern."

"However, there is still a terrifying figure sitting there."

"Under the glare of his eyes, I was seriously injured, cough cough"

"It is recommended not to come here to test for the time being, the new guy, I even feel that he will not be much weaker than the old ghost."

After saying this, the one-armed man staggered. He felt dizzy, and fainted uncontrollably in a remote corner.

In the store, after expelling the uninvited guests, Xu Che rubbed his temples, digesting what he learned in the Strange Records today.

I can't help feeling that the old demon is really ferocious. He has traveled the world for a hundred years and beat all kinds of demons and ghosts.

He benefited a lot from what he heard and saw in the book.

"Bell! Bell! Bell!"

The antique phone on the counter rang, and Xu Che took it without thinking.

"Hello, honored guest, this is the Deadwood Tavern, what do you need?"

"Huh? Changed?" A woman's voice came from the opposite side.

She seemed very surprised, she clearly remembered that the introducer told her that an old man was in charge here, why is it a young man now? !

"Yes, ma'am, I am the acting curator."

Xu Che introduced himself very frankly.

"I have a commission that I would like to entrust to you to handle. I wonder if the result can be delivered within three days?" the woman asked.

Xu Che smiled bitterly: "Please wait a moment, I will check the status of the hunters."

After all, the young man opened the ledger on the counter, and after scanning ten lines at a glance, he found that except for some retired hunters, the rest were executing commissions and could not spare time.

Even Man Hai, who had just completed the trip to the meteorite, and Qing He and Old Man Wang, who had just returned from a loss in Luowu Mountain, were continuing some small tasks.

This group of people is simply a model worker, and the number of commissions executed far exceeds that of Xu Che.

After the inspection, the young man turned to the phone and said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to say that there is currently no free hunter who can carry out your commission."

"Then is there any other way?" The woman on the opposite side was so anxious that her tone trembled a little.

"Curator, can you help me, money is not a problem."

Xu Che declined, saying: "Ma'am, it's not about the money, it's just about the shortage of manpower, please do it early next time."

After speaking, the young man hung up the phone.

The empty and gloomy tavern returned to silence, Xu Che closed his eyes in front of the counter and rested his mind, his spiritual power was constantly washed away, tempering the flesh and blood in his body.

About two hours later, a crazy man walked in.

He was scruffy, unkempt, and hunchbacked, but he had a high-spirited smile, as if he had encountered something happy.

"Hey, sure enough, it's been replaced."

The crazy man was not afraid of Xu Che, he walked straight over, sat down at the wine table, and shouted: "Little Er, pour the wine!"

Glancing at the visitor, he was not a hunter on the record. Xu Che had no intention of entertaining him, but asked calmly, "Your Excellency, are you also here for trouble?"

"Oh? It's a young man." The crazy man joked.

"You are really smart!"

Suddenly, he yelled sharply, his eyes showed coldness, his figure was violent, his right hand stretched out like a poisonous snake, and aimed straight at the young man's chest, intending to kill him with one blow!

The speed of the man in front of him far exceeds that of a martial artist in the tempering state, he is indeed a martial arts master!

Just when a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that he was sure of winning, his face gradually froze, and an unimaginable strange force grabbed his wrist!

"You better give me a reason not to kill you."

"Bang!"

Xu Che's eyes were indifferent, and with five fingers exerting force, the man's wrist and right arm were directly shaken into a blood mist, and a large amount of bright red blood spilled.

Severe pain came, and the maniac man was about to howl, when behind him, the figure of a young man appeared.

The blood-stained palm grabbed the crazy man's head and slammed it on the ground. The skull was shattered, and flesh and blood flew across, creating a deep hole.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't make a sound. The crazy man fell into despair, and even his thoughts stopped.

In the blink of an eye, he was so badly injured that he couldn't even speak, and fell to the ground dying.

"Your Excellency, don't you think it's too much?"

"You and I have never met in life, we have no grievances, we met for the first time, relying on force, but you want to kill me."

"Say, should I let you go? Or kill people to silence you."

One foot stepped on the crazy man's head, Xu Che said coldly.

The person below, a martial arts master, said angrily: "How could it be so obvious?"

"I don't mind personally going to the forces behind you and uprooting them."

"Kill you like a dog and let you go. I sincerely hope that you can give up unnecessary thoughts."

After finishing speaking, Xu Che returned to the counter, took out a jug of wine from the wine cabinet behind him, drank it quietly, and carefully read the ledger, completely ignoring the crazy man.

In the dim tavern, the smell of wine and blood are intertwined.

One person is high above, with a calm expression, and the other is kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, forming a strange scene.

At this moment, the mad man's expression was gloomy, like a beast struggling on the verge of death, with a ferocious face, he stood up with difficulty.

The young man's calm breath, like a dark and boundless sea, made him terrified.

Black robe, bronze mask, everything looks so mysterious and strange.

The crazy man exhaled a breath of foul air, and used his martial arts strength to suppress the wound so that it stopped bleeding.

He has traveled the rivers and lakes for sixty years, but today he lost half his life here.

He had heard a little about the terror of the original owner of the tavern, but the power of the agent was far beyond his expectations.

After realizing the huge gap between the two, the hatred in his heart slowly dissipated, and he stared at the unmoving young man.

The maniac man said solemnly: "I am disrespectful in visiting the door and trying to hurt others. If I get this retribution, I should get what I deserve, and I have no complaints."

The young man raised his head, and a glare swept over him, making him shudder, the throbbing from the depths of his soul, so deeply fearful.

"Clean up the blood, and then retreat."

The crazy man restrained his violent arrogance and was extremely obedient. He gritted his teeth and waved his left hand. His martial arts power swept the ground and wiped away all the blood.

Afterwards, leaving only one sentence, "Teachable.", and left.