"Male Gobi, I don't believe that a small lord can replace me - Master Qidan's place."

The barbarian shouted fiercely. With the help of alcohol, he grabbed the wine glass beside him and smashed it hard on the ground, overthrowing the bar in front of him.

Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes, and he didn't expect that his father-in-law would erase the quota of this guy and let him replace him. He pursed his mouth, Yang Dashuan pretended not to hear it, and gnawed his skewers with oily mouth.

The barbarian Qi Dan twisted the battle axe with one hand.

Yang Dashuan saw him twisting the black gems inlaid on the battle axe. After a black light flashed, a huge earth-lazy appearance appeared in the bar. He looked like a koala bear without a tail. Old Yang muttered in his heart. He kept eating hard with his head buried.

The chef at this Oak Bar is a Hobbit Halfling, and the deliciousness it makes is unforgettable.

A few little girls also ate with relish, and a gust of wind blew over the remaining clouds on the table.

After the earth was lazy, the other guests in the bar were frightened and crawled out of the oak house. Only Qi Dan was left alone, drinking. Qi Dan rode on the earth, rushing around, and grabbed the servant who had not had time to escape. "What do you think is that lord? Can it be compared to me? Male Gobi, I came here thousands of miles away, just to settle the score with him."

The attendant was so scared that he couldn't speak, his legs became weak and he peed his pants.

Qi Dan threw down the attendant in disgust, looked around the bar, and saw the four people in the corner, driving their mounts towards them.

Yang Dashuan wiped off the oil stains on his mouth, squinted his eyes, and looked at the other person with a slant.

"Beautiful lady, we seem familiar. Where have I seen you?" Qi Dan glanced at Yang Dashuan in front of him, and finally stopped his eyes on Joan of Arc. The lazy knight hooked his head on the saddle, half of his body slanted out, and looked straight at Joan of Arc. He said such a word of conversation without savor.

The scent of wine on this barbarian made Alice and Leren frown.

"Sorry, you have recognized the wrong person." Joan of Arc answered politely.

Yang Dashuan snorted coldly, put his arm on Joan of Arc's shoulder, and pulled Joan of Arc to his side. Looking at the barbarian, he said bluntly. "Hey, don't be crazy when I'm drunk."

Qi Dan glanced at Yang Dashuan with a squinted look.

This same shirtless man suddenly felt a sense of vigilance in his heart, especially the sharpness in his eyes, which immediately reduced his drunkenness by half. This kind of look can only be possessed after countless war tests, and ordinary people cannot detect it.

But Qi Dan still didn't take Lao Yang seriously.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that made him simply think that Yang Dashuan was just a veteran on the battlefield.

The barbarian patted the laziness under his crotch. The monster, which was comparable to the body of the Komodo War giant beast, was as well-behaved as a Bellet. He roared and slowly leaned down his body, allowing Qi Dan to jump down quickly along the saddle.

"Pick your hand away from this lady!" Qi Dan took off his weapon from the saddle and kept weighing it in his hand.

"Why?" Yang Dashuan was immediately happy.

He didn't expect that the savage's head was so insane. Even a fool could see that Joan of Arc, Alice and Leren were with him.

"Why, it's just this thing!" Qi Dan looked fiercely at the axe in his hand, "Just because I have the quota to participate in the 'Ten Years'!"

Qi Dan shouted fiercely.

He was so depressed. He originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of "10 Years" to make a name for himself in the Middle East, but as soon as he set off, he was told that his quota had been replaced by others. And he was replaced by an unknown little lord.

Qidan's hometown is in the mountainous area of ​​the Far East. He ran here thousands of miles away just to see what kind of person could replace him. After coming to Gothic City, Qidan took a nap for two days. The fringe city of the alliance gave him a very fresh feeling - the prostitutes here never charge him for a fee. It was precisely this reason that Qidan slowed down his itinerary and stayed in Gothic City for two more days.

In the whole two days, Qi Dan used the powerful skills of a barbarian and slept with all the girls standing in the street.

Qi Dan, who had surpassed thousands of girls, turned around and thought about it. These women were actually the same thing. They broke their legs and spread out... and the moans on the bed were all the same rhythm without exception.

Joan of Arc after getting drunk gave Qi Dan a long-lost pure feeling.

This made him feel hot and he had the idea of ​​using force to rob.

"Aren't your quota replaced by someone else?"

Yang Dashuan smiled and put his legs on the seat. He wanted to take a good look at how capable this barbarian is. It was just a matter of weighing in advance that the strength level of the people who participated in the "Ten Years" this time in the alliance.

This sentence just hit Qi Dan's sore spot.

Just when Qi Dan was about to have an attack, a group of elves came in from outside the door - "Don't move the musket team".

The elves lived not far from the Oak Bar. As soon as the commotion occurred here, the elves were rushing here with the "Moladin's rage". The elves took down muskets from their shoulders in large numbers. After a "kk" sound of pulling the safety bolt, two hundred muskets aimed at the barbarian in one go.

The servant who had just woken up slowly saw this scene, suddenly turned his eyes and fainted again.

"Your Highness... let's leave here quickly. The Dragon Knight has come with the city defense force." Kypher also rushed over with the elves.

"Come?"

Yang Dashuan suddenly shuddered.

Very good!

Yang Dashuan sneered. He was looking at when the guy would come, but he didn't expect that he would come to his door.

"Did you hear me if you take your hand away?" Qi Dan, the naughty young man, had not yet figured out the situation here, and was still yelling at Yang Dashuan desperately. "This lady is my return from now on. If you have any objections... Humph!"

The barbarian rudely waved his axe, and the sharpened axe blade cut a round table from it like a cut of butter.

Yang Dashuan flew up and kicked the table in front of him.

Several servants who wanted to come up to pull up the rack were poured on their faces by the rum on the table.

"Your Highness, wait!" Kefir shouted anxiously.

Who would listen to him at this time? Yang Dashuan had already rushed over with one step.

The barbarian was indeed strong enough, but it was a little tenderer than Yang Dashuan. This guy was about to swing the axe and was next to Lao Yang's eye-sealing hammer, and tears immediately flowed down.

Seeing that the master was attacked, Dadi rushed towards Yang Dashuan with a roar.

This big earth laziness has also experienced many battles, and the body is filled with a very heavy smell of blood. The seven-inch-long sharp claws stretched out from under its furry palm, and a hint of coldness under the swaying light. Yang Dashuan hugged him, hugged the arm swept by Dadilazi as the screams of the girls, and pulled it down. He raised his left foot forward, hooked up a squatting stone chair from the ground, and smashed it toward the big earth laziness's head.

With a bang, the earth was so lazy that it was dizzy that it retreated repeatedly.

"Who are you?" Qi Dan shouted at the top of his throat.

After being hit by Yang Dashuan with an eye-blocking hammer, his eyes blurred, and he could only see a phantom now.

Yang Dashuan waved his hand and signaled the musket team to retreat.

"I am the lord who replaces you." Yang Dashuan snorted coldly, "Little slut, I have scolded me so many times, but I still don't know who I am?"

There was another noisy outside the door, and several barbarians with tattoos, who were also naked and had tattoos rushed in.

Seven or eight barbarians stood behind Qi Dan, and Leng Dingding looked at Yang Dashuan.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Kefel suddenly became anxious.

The barbarians are considered natural nobles in the alliance. Although their appearance and habits show no signs of being related to the nobles, their powerful combat power makes the monarchs of all countries envious. In order to win over these barbarians in the alliance, the alliance gave these barbarians the title of jazz as long as they reach adulthood.

Although it was just a small jazz, it had already given them the rights of the nobles in the alliance.

And the chief of the barbarian group today has even become a marquis!

This race is not only strong in the people, but also extremely united. As long as one bullies, the remaining barbarians will continue to take revenge. They are a group of unreasonable guys, and in order to revenge, they can do anything.

Kefiel didn't want Yang Dashuan to have any conflicts with the barbarians at this critical moment.

For any businessman, it is not a good thing to have troubles.

Seeing that the eight barbarians were already lying together, Yang Dashuan couldn't help but squint his eyes. At this time, this guy began to regret it again. If he had brought the slaves, these guys would have been fucked down long ago.

"Don't do it, leave these sluts to me. Pull down all the security bolts and don't hurt your own people when you go out of fire."

Yang Dashuan asked the musket team to lean back. The bar is located in a small environment and cannot be used.

After all, it was not a random fight between the street gangsters. After a brief fight, Yang Dashuan and the barbarian Qi Dan did not rush up quickly. Instead, they kicked away the miscellaneous items on the ground tacitly, cleared the venue, and stopped face to face.

"You guys go together!" Yang Dashuan hooked his fingers at Qi Dan.
Chapter completed!