The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

"In order to increase the probability of completing the mission, we need the best fighters in Bota City. I don't think everyone will object to this!" The black robe paused, watching the dozens of Silver Moon War Gods crowding in front of him. Class-ranked fighters, all of these fighters looked calm and rigorous, and their armor was bright and bright. If you just infer from the appearance, you really can't tell who is stronger.

　　 "Since the four chief and deputy captains of the four major mercenary regiments are all there, then I don't think the other fighters need to join in the fun!" Hei Robo only glanced at it and found four strongmen from it. The other Silver Moon War God level mercenaries sighed and returned to their seats with unwillingness and envy.

"We only need two fighters above the Silvermoon Wargod level, and the four are not the same in terms of strength and reputation, so I hope that the four can have a one-on-one duel, and the two winning fighters will become Our teammates!" Heipao's voice became excited, still ugly.

　　 Hearing Heipao's words like this, the eyes of the four captains suddenly became fierce, and they looked at each other with a vague murderous look.

　　 Zhang Hao looked at the four imposing soldiers, walked to the side of the black robe, and whispered: "This is not appropriate, if they are all seriously injured, it will definitely affect our mission!"

"Don't worry, we won't leave until two days later. There are a few priests in the union. As long as they don't kill them on the spot, or if they have broken arms or legs, no matter how serious their injuries are, they can be healed in two days!" The black robe's voice is easy for people Misunderstood that he was giggling smirkingly.

　　 This person is really interesting! Zhang Hao smiled and shook his head, staying aside, and letting him decide.

"Your opponent is up to you. To declare in advance, there is only one Windrunner Sword, but we have two fighters. For this reason, I hope the two winners will compete again and compete for the ownership of the Windrunner Sword! "Although the black robe's voice is as noisy as a see-saw, anyone can hear the joke.

　　 "Your tone is not conducive to teamwork!" Zhang Hao felt that this black robe was too unscrupulous and too individual.

"Hey! It's okay, if it weren't for too many low-level demons in the Dark Lair, and the Silvermoon Wargod-level warriors happen to be good at cleaning trash fish, I don't want to find two more useless human shields! "Hei Pao said as a matter of course.

　　 Although his voice was soft, the four warrior captains could still hear clearly, and their expressions changed drastically. If it hadn't been for the Windrunner's sword, they would have attacked together.

　　 This guy definitely has an antagonism with the soldiers, Zhang Hao surely thought.

　　 It seems that these four captains are all experienced in dueling, and they walked out of the union tacitly and came on the street together. Nearly three hundred mercenaries from the union also followed out, forming a large circle at the entrance of the union, blocking all passers-by and vehicles.

　　 Zhang Hao will naturally not fall. After he came into this world, he has been fighting the magician so far, and he has only dealt with the city lord. The victory or defeat was determined too quickly, and there was no feeling at all. Now I can see the duel of the mid-level fighters, and I feel quite excited.

Amidst the carnival of the mercenaries, the two captains walked to the center of the circle, each raised the giant sword in their hands, and the grudges on their bodies were vigorous. The granite pavement where they were standing, unexpectedly appeared cracked marks. The two roared loudly, took a step forward, swiped both hands forward at the same time, and the two giant swords struck each other with a deafening noise. The two captains stepped on four deep pits under the feet, and the scattered anger bounced on the ground. The crushed stones hit the audience fiercely, and many people were caught off guard, and they were beaten to their heads.

　　 Zhang Hao exclaimed in his heart, the two men's style of play is too domineering, even the Gang Long Shiba Palm did not have this momentum.

Unfortunately, Zhang Hao’s excitement only lasted for a while, and soon he didn’t have the mood to watch it any more, because although the two men’s play styles were amazing, they were always slashing each other. A movement, slashing, slashing, slashing, stab, there is no such thing as changing moves, borrowing force, lures, etc., two big guys, wearing a heavy armor, holding a big sword, only knowing to stand in place and cut, and more Don't mention Shen Fa!

　　 If this fight is calculated in terms of earth time, the duel lasted at least an hour. Both giant swords were chopped into crooked scrap iron, and only then one person finally fell out of strength.

　　 Zhang Hao seemed to fall asleep, but the mercenaries around him looked so eloquently that they didn't even blink their eyes. Let Zhang Hao sigh, the difference in culture is the generation gap!

　　 The second duel, Zhang Hao originally had some expectations, thinking that it would be different from the first duel, but unexpectedly it was exactly the same, standing still, and then the sword and the sword slashed against each other. Zhang Hao shrugged helplessly and returned to sit in the union.

　　 "Why don't you keep watching, you still looked very interested in the beginning!" Seeing Zhang Hao returned to the trade union, Hei Pao followed him in.

　　 "Now I finally know why you called them a human shield!" Zhang Hao chuckled lightly, "Very vivid metaphor. Although this shield has thorns, it is only a shield!"

"Your Excellency is a thief, so naturally you won't like this way of fighting!" Hei Pao sat down opposite Zhang Hao and continued: "It's like our dark mage doesn't like killing enemies directly, but prefers to hide in the dark and curse him. !"

　　 "I don't know magicians very well, what is the difference between your dark magicians and ordinary magicians?" Zhang Hao asked puzzledly.

"For example, an ordinary magician is a strong poison that can cause death in an instant, while our dark magician is a chronic poison that will make you dying rotting after you have tasted the pain!" The black robe's voice suddenly changed. Very cold.

　　 Well, you deserve to be a person who cultivates yin and cold evil arts, and his mentality is really different from ordinary people. Zhang Hao thought in his heart secretly.

　　 Outside the union, the sound of giant swords clacking still continued.

　　 "Now, there should be only one priest left!" Zhang Hao decided to change the subject.

　　 "Yes, the priest is very important. We must find a priest with rich adventure experience!"

　　 "Excuse me... can I join your adventure team!" A soft and slightly weak neutral voice came from the side.

　　 Zhang Hao and Heipao turned their heads together, and beside them stood a young man in a shabby white robe, with blue hair and blue eyes, a beautiful face, holding a red book in both hands, standing awkwardly.

　　 If it weren't for the Adam's apple in his throat, Zhang Hao would have thought he was a girl, and this boy gave people a feminine feeling.

　　Although Zhang Hao is also beautifully like a girl, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His temperament, eyes and standing posture are very masculine. At first glance, no one would think he is a female.

　　 Sissy? Then Zhang Hao immediately scolded himself in his heart, because after having such thoughts, he would unknowingly hurt others in words and deeds, so he must immediately put an end to such thoughts.

　　 "You are too young, what we need is a priest!" The black robe's voice became softer.

　　 "I am already a priest, I was just promoted yesterday!" the boy said eagerly.

　　 "It turns out to be a young genius, do you have adventure experience?" Hei Pao continued to smile and asked, Zhang Hao felt that his smile was worse than crying.

　　 "No!" The boy's voice was a small nymph.

　　 "What we need is an experienced priest!" Heipao waved his hand, wanting the boy to leave.

　　 "Please, let me join your adventure team, please!" The boy kept bowing to the two while crying.