Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 In the middle of the east coast of the Kalimdor mainland, Ratchet City is always prosperous and busy. Even if it is night, it is still full of busy goblins. These little green-skinned men entangled everyone passing by, hoping to squeeze the last coins out of his pockets.

With the roar of the whistle, a passenger ship from Booty Bay, the Anchor Bolt, entered the port. The passengers on the ship were scrambling to squeeze out of the ship. It was really unwilling to be on the ship full of engine oil for a moment. Stay.

　　 At the end is a panda man with a chubby belly. The tall figure, chubby belly and the blue pets around him make many goblins label him "fat sheep" in their hearts.

Drunk Feng, who didn’t know anything about it, sniffed his nose with some "unfinished meaning", "This familiar smell, I haven't been able to smell it in 30 years, although it is a bit irritating, but...it makes me a little excited—— Right, cans~"

　　 The poor little Xianglong was already a little confused because of seasickness, coupled with a burst of black smoke accompanied by a pungent odor, immediately, the can directly turned his eyes and passed out completely.

　　 After getting off the boat, a dozen goblins surrounded Drunk Feng tightly and began to promote various products. When Drunk Feng was in a good mood, he carefully observed and commented on the mechanical knowledge he had learned in his previous life. As the goblin products in their hands were rendered worthless by the drunk wind, many goblins had no choice but to leave in frustration. Only a few goblins who recommended housing and food were still promoting their products on twitter.

　　 "All right, little guys!" Zuifeng took out two silver coins from his purse, threw them into the sky, and made a crisp sound when they met, "Who can tell me the best hotel in Ratchet City?"

　　 "Oh, dear sir, Deleuze Copperbolt is here for you." A goblin grabbed the silver coin quickly, "Broken Bone Inn! There is no better hotel in Ratchet City than Broken Bone Inn!"

　　 "Very good, lead the way!"

　　 A pandaman and a goblin left the port and walked to the hotel. The surrounding goblins had no choice but to disperse after entangled to no avail.

　　 "Boss, here is your best food!" Just walked into the door of the hotel, a drunk shout made the land dripping blood carefully thinking about earning two silver coins. Zuifeng's generosity just now is just to get rid of the nasty salesman and find someone to lead the way. In essence, Zuifeng is not a generous person-at least in the face of goblins who want to make their own money.

"How about a salt-baked chocobo leg? It only costs 10 silver coins, which is new! You know that the tauren and the centaur have clashed again recently. No one can send a prey like this except the tauren. Of course. Now, you can add two more and there will be a big glass of ale~"

　　 "Ale is free." Zuifeng took out 11 silver coins, "Tell me where to find that tauren."

　　 The boss put away the silver coins quickly, and raised his head with a big smile: "Wait a moment, the food will be served soon. As for the tauren, you can see him soon, and he lives with us."

Speaking of the tauren warriors, the innkeeper showed just the right contempt: "The poor ghost seems to be talking to the hot sand boss about buying food. I can't do it. Those stupid cows are strong enough, Almost useless."

　　 The salt-baked chocobo leg was brought up, Zuifeng picked up the knife, cut a piece of the back fork and chewed it in his mouth. It's rare that the boss didn't lie, and the chewy thighs of the fresh Chocobo retained the most delicious taste and full of vitality through salt-baking. After swallowing it, Drunk Wind seemed to hear the whistling wind from the northern barrens.

　　 was also hungry, and the drunk wind began to eagerly eat.

　　The wind and the remnant cloud usually eat a chocobo thigh into the belly-well, a little bit into the belly of the can-drunk wind still seems a little unsatisfied. He unfastened the wine gourd from his waist, unscrewed the lid and filled it with two mouthfuls, and then reluctantly screwed on the lid, "There is not much monkey stuffed, I knew I drank so fast, I should look for Wu Kewu. I want some more."

　　 After leaving Pandaria, there is no more influence from the seven Y'Shaarj, and the whole bear of Drunk Wind has recovered. Although Y'Shaarj was killed by the Titans, Drunk Wind can still feel the influence of the Sha's remnants. After all, the two worlds are human, and Zuifeng's mind is a bit more complicated than that of the Pandaren. As his strength grows, it seems that the ancient gods whispered in his ears. Fortunately, the way of a monk requires purity of mind. Drunk Wind suppresses his negative emotions through a lot of meditation and meditation, but in recent years, although he no longer deals with Shado-Pan's fighting and killing, his thoughts are often uncontrollable. This is why Drunk Wind had to leave Pandaria.

　　 "You must hurry up and have some right to speak in the tribe and alliance!" Thinking of the polluted Jinxiu Valley and the desperate brain roar in the future, the drunk wind is also helpless, "I must also improve my own strength to make people daunted!"

　　 Just as the drunk wind lowered his head in thought, a huge figure appeared in the hotel.

　　 This is a black tauren, and a male hunter tauren with a long bow. A huge thunder lizard is shaking his head and tail at him outside the door~www.ltnovel.com~ boss! Bread for 3 people! Also, quickly settle the chocobo money! "

　　 The innkeeper quickly brought a large plate of whole wheat bread, and reluctantly handed over a small bag of coins. The tauren seemed to be hungry, and began to gobble up without even looking at the number of coins. Unfortunately, the bread is not enough for him to untie his frowning brows.

　　 "Hey, come to a bar!" Zuifeng untied the wine gourd and threw it to the tauren. The tauren seemed a little embarrassed after catching the wine, but he unscrewed the lid and took a big mouthful.

"Thank you, friend." The tauren looks better, but it seems that he has thought of something and is lost again. "Your wine is really good. It's a pity that this year's crazy centaur has greatly reduced our food production. We No wine, otherwise you can taste our wine."

"It seems that you or your tribe have encountered some trouble?" Zuifeng took the wine gourd, "Introduce myself, my name is Zuifeng, Zuifeng·Ironpaw, as you can see, I am a panda monk. ."

"Pandamen? That's really rare. I mentioned you when I heard the shaman in the clan tell stories, but that seems to be a long, long time ago. Hello, Pandaren, Drunk Wind! I am Kam of the Mane Clan ."

　　Mane clan?

　　 Drunk Wind stood up: "It's nice to meet you, warrior with wild mane. I bring greetings from Skyhorn, River Mane, Blood and Gaoling. May Mother Earth protect you forever!"

Kam Manmane also stood up, his high horns almost pierced the ceiling—different from the lingua franca in the conversation just now, the last sentence of the drunk wind spoke the tauren language~www.ltnovel.com~ welcome Book friends come to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.