Skilled in managing a house

Lei Zhengyang and the old man in silver robes sat together to rest. They looked at their men and swallowed their saliva one by one. Even the two of them felt a sense of hunger unconsciously.

The two of them looked at each other, and Lei Zhengyang said in a low voice: "Brother Dai, Zhenjun Xiaolin is disgusting us."

"I also know that we don't feel hungry even if they don't eat. When they eat, I feel hungry." The old man in silver robe said with a frown.

"Let's go and ask him for it. I guess he won't be able to give it to me. I think the foreigners with black gloves are also hungry. How about we go over and join forces with them and get some food from Zhenjun Xiaolin first." Lei Zhengyang He whispered again.

"Join forces with the foreign devils...this..." The old man in silver robe seemed a little reluctant.

"I don't want to either. If Lord Xiao Lin can give us some food, I will definitely not say anything. But... he doesn't have the intention... just waste it like this. I don't know when it will end..." Lei Zheng Yang said helplessly.

"That's true..." The silver-robed old man nodded and said, "Then do you think it's better for us to directly join forces with the foreign devils to ask for food, or first go to Zhenjun Xiaolin to explain our interests and ask him to share some food with us? good……"

"Brother Dai, you should understand that if we really start a fight with Zhenjun Xiao Lin, our chances of winning are not good at all. It is because of the sudden appearance of the foreign devils that he was forced to compromise due to the situation. If we do not unite with the foreign devils, I'm afraid that everyone is a lamb to be slaughtered. Even the flame knife that I cultivated into Samadhi True Fire is probably no match for him." Lei Zhengyang said.

"That's true... I think the foreign devils also mean the same thing... In a place like this, if you want to survive, you don't care about morality... Okay, let's communicate with the foreign devils first, and then we can go to Zhenjun Xiaolin to ask for food... "The old man in silver robe said in a low voice.

The two reached an agreement, and immediately stood up, greeted their men, and walked over to the black gloves.

The people with black gloves were also sitting on the ground. They watched Zhenjun Xiao Lin eating fried noodles with soybean paste. Although it didn't look as good as pasta, at this time, anything he ate could be considered a delicacy.

Seeing the people from Lei Zhengyang approaching, the leading foreigner stood up first and said in jerky Mandarin with a smile: "Mr. Lei, what can I do for you?"

Lei Zhengyang did not speak, but glanced at Zhenjun Xiaolin, and then patted his belly gently.

The leading foreigner immediately understood. It seemed that everyone was really hungry, and only Zhenjun Xiaolin had food. If you don’t go to him to ask for it, who else should you go to ask for it from?

The foreigner immediately smiled and said in a low voice: "His strength seems to be very strong. Look at us..."

Lei Zhengyang nodded slightly, then spread his hands, as if to say, if there is no other way, he can only fight.

This is what the leading foreigner is waiting for. He is definitely not his opponent. If he can join forces with Lei Zhengyang, it will be hard to say. He nodded without saying anything and made a gesture of invitation towards Lei Zhengyang.

Lei Zhengyang nodded again and then made a gesture of invitation.

The leading foreigner didn't even need to talk nonsense. He just waved and everyone else stood up. They joined forces with Lei Zhengyang and walked towards Zhenjun Xiaolin.

What they were gesticulating with was actually clear to Zhenjun Xiaolin and others.

The big-nosed old man who was eating noodles said in a low voice: "Lao San, they came here. See what they mean. They plan to take care of what we want to eat."

"Give it if you want? When have our brothers ever been so cowardly? I, Corporal Xiaolin, have always been killable and never humiliated!" Zhenjun Xiaolin's eyes widened.

"If the two of them join forces, we may not be opponents." The big-nosed old man said in a very low voice.

"It doesn't necessarily mean it's not... You and I have not joined forces for many years. If we join forces, even if they swarm us, they will be able to back up at least two of the top masters... If they dare to fight like this, then we will accept it. I'm afraid they don't dare to..." When Zhenjun Xiaolin said this, a look of pride appeared on his face.

He put the remaining half plate of noodles aside and roared, "Ouch..."

Good guy, just with this voice, not to mention others, all the disciples of Zhenjun Xiao Lin could not help but tremble. Putting the noodles in their hands on the ground, they all stood up.

Even Zhu Jiuzhen and Liang Daji quickly stood up.

Zhang Yu, on the other hand, felt nervous at first, and then continued to eat noodles. Agou, who was lying in his arms, also shook his body and seemed to be quite afraid of Zhenjun Xiaolin. But seeing the owner continuing to eat noodles, the little guy swallowed unconsciously, and then looked around, looking at the noodles that others had put on the ground.

It was the same on their side. The people in Black Gloves and Lei Zhengyang's side also trembled after hearing the roar.

This kind of momentum really cannot be imitated by anyone. The footsteps of these people also stopped unconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Zhenjun Xiaolin rang out, "Are you planning to come over to beg for food, or what's going on!"

Not to mention how unpleasant it is to say this.

People on Lei Zhengyang's side found it particularly harsh. What does begging mean?

The man in black gloves did not dare to say anything.

Lei Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Zhenjun, you can't say that. We are all in the same boat now. If you have food here, should you share some with us?"

"Who is with you in the same boat? Without you, I would have destroyed this place myself!" Zhenjun Xiaolin said angrily.

Although it was Zhang Yu who broke the trap, Zhang Yu was still on the same team as Zhenjun Xiao Lin after all.

"Isn't it too much for Zhenjun to say this?" Lei Zhengyang's voice turned cold.

Zhenjun Xiaolin was still sitting on the ground and did not get up at all. He said disdainfully: "There is nothing to overdo! If you are really capable, challenge me to a duel! Who are you trying to scare with the flames of the Samadhi True Fire! "

Lei Zhengyang was immediately choked by these words. He really didn't dare to challenge Zhenjun Xiao Lin in a one-on-one fight. Even if he showed the Samadhi True Fire before, it would only embolden himself.

Lei Zhengyang turned to look at the leading foreigner. The foreigner understood and said coldly and harshly: "What if we don't fight alone!"

"Then you all come together, I will continue here! Come together!" Zhenjun Xiaolin said angrily.

Neither Lei Zhengyang nor the leading foreigner expected that Zhenjun Xiaolin would dare to say this.

Both sides were stunned immediately. No one understood that if they really started a fight with Zhenjun Xiao Lin, there would definitely be casualties. With the masters on both sides tied together, they might be able to kill True Lord Xiao Lin, but True Lord Xiao Lin has been famous for a long time, and it would be easy to kill one of them.

If the losses on his side are too great, even if he kills Zhenjun Xiao Lin, he may be killed by his current allies. Furthermore, there are so many people under Zhenjun Xiaolin. It is hard to say how many of them will be left after a fight.