Urban Madness

Han Ling Hualuo just smiled and said, "You eat it. After a day's sledgehammer, you must be very hungry. I didn't do anything. I'm not hungry!"

Ye Fan suddenly asked, "How many days are there enough food for us?"

Han Ling Hualuo shook her head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "That's all!"

If that's the case, it won't work.

Now I need to replenish every day, more physical strength and energy, food is the best choice.

Ye Fan turned to ask the swordsmith.

"Senior, how do you deal with food?"

The swordsmith had some reservations in his heart, and said, "There is a tribe in the south of Fire Valley, where can I buy food!"

Ye Fan didn't think too much, and then said: "Hua Luo, let's go see it later!"

Hearing this, the swordsmith just smiled slightly.

He can solve it with food, just to train Ye Fan, he still has to solve it by himself.

Because the swordsmith wanted to teach all his skills to Ye Fan.

It is not only the tempering technology, but also the ability to understand and merge the fire valley.

So, now, everything must be explored by himself.

Ye Fan brought Hanling flowers down, and the two quickly found the tribe.

Standing on a high place, the tribe is particularly lively, with lights flickering and singing.

Although the area of ​​the tribe is not large, it is very dense. The wooden houses are connected one by one, and you can see busy figures coming in and out from time to time.

The two came to the entrance of the tribe, and the middle-aged man who looked after the door slowly bowed to the two of them politely, and smiled: "Welcome guests from afar to the Vulcan tribe. There is wine and food here."

"Guests from afar can let go of all their fatigue and rest quietly here!"

Ye Fan has always been reluctant to talk to these people, but Han Ling Hualuo expressed her gratitude to the middle-aged.

"Thank you, can we buy some food and wine in the tribe?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Of course, please come in. We have good wine and delicious food!"

For some reason, when Ye Fan stepped into this tribe, something was wrong.

This tribe is a bit too prosperous, as if it was made for others.

And with the evening breeze, you can smell the **** smell.

Behind Han Ling Hualuo, he gently tugged her.

Han Ling Hualuo immediately understood what Ye Fan meant.

At this time, the middle-aged man took the two to the tavern.

At this time, the tavern was already full, people dressed in strange clothes.

These people drank big mouthfuls of wine and ate big chunks of meat, and the scene was very lively.

Ye Fan is particularly strange. Within a hundred miles of Huoming Valley, there is no place to hunt animals. Where did they get their meat?

At this moment, the middle-aged man asked the owner of the tavern to pour two bowls, braving the sweet aroma of wine.

"Guests from afar, these two bowls of wine are for the two of you to drink. They also represent the Vulcan tribe. Welcome to the two!"

Ye Fan took the wine and drank it without thinking about it.

When Han Ling Hualuo wanted to drink, Ye Fan grabbed her wine in her hand and said disdainfully, "Which wine do you drink? Give me a drink!"

After all, Ye Fan also dried the bowl of wine.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Fan with a treacherous smile, and the owner of the tavern also showed a hideous smile.

There was Mongolian sweat medicine in the wine, and after drinking it, the medicine would be poured immediately.

However, Ye Fan still smiled relaxedly: "It's really good wine, give me a hundred altars!"

The middle-aged man looked at the boss, and the boss was also dumbfounded.

Is it because you haven't given enough medicine? Why is this guy so sober?

The middle-aged man immediately laughed and said, "The little brother is a good drinker, I will offer another bowl to the little brother!"

This time the boss got a lot of Mongolian sweat medicine and spilled it into the bowl.

Xin said: "I don't believe it, medicine won't kill you!"

But after Ye Fan drank it, he was still safe and sound?

The boss's face changed immediately.

The eyes of the middle-aged man are also full of doubts. When others drink it, they fall down. Why is this guy not working?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man turned his mind. Since the medicine doesn't fall, he will do it directly.

The people in the entire tavern are their own people. Can't solve this man and woman?

The middle-aged man immediately threw the wine bowl to the ground. When everyone heard the signal, they directly drew out their swords and surrounded the two of them.

Ye Fan laughed haha ​​when he saw this scene.

"Why, do you entertain guests from far away like this? Still prescribing medicine in the wine? Just a little surprised, why didn't the medicine pour me down?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, Ye Fan directly raised his hand, and the Mongolian sweat medicine was sprayed directly into the palm of his hand, spraying the tavernkeeper on his face.

The boy didn't even say a word, and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man frowned tightly, and said with a cold snort: "You think so, can you leave here alive?"

"This entire tribe is from our bandit group. We didn't ask you to come here. You took the initiative to deliver it. It just happens that we don't have enough meat these days, and we can just use you to fill it!"

When talking about this, Ye Fan immediately understood, no wonder there was meat on their dining table, it turned out that these were all human flesh.

No wonder that when I walked into this tribe, I felt so strange. It turned out to be blamed on this point.

Han Ling Hua Luo almost vomited disgustingly when she heard that they were eating human flesh.

Only then did she understand why Ye Fan wouldn't let her drink.

In fact, he had known for a long time that Mongolian sweat medicine had been put in the wine.

It's just that these people are really too foolish. They provoke no good, they just want to provoke Ye Fan.

And at this moment, the middle-aged man sneered again and said, "Those who are acquainted with you, hand over your belongings, otherwise, I will let you die!"

Ye Fan smiled indifferently, and said disdainfully: "You don't really think that you can kill us. It's better for us to make a bet."

"If you can really kill me, everything in my ring of space is yours, but if you can't kill me, then the dead are you!"

The middle-aged man said unconvincedly: "What a big tone, do you really think that the members of our bandit are all decorations? Come here, kill them for me, and today we have fresh meat to eat!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone waved their weapons and rushed towards Ye Fan together.

However, Ye Fan shook his head helplessly. He wanted to give these people a way out, but they wanted to die by themselves, so he couldn't blame himself for being cruel.

He immediately exploded with an aura, and the entire restaurant shook violently in this aura.

Before the middle-aged person could react, the people around him had begun to shatter one by one.