"Sister Hua Yunni introduced me here.
"Little flower."
Yao Tongyang's expression changed, and he became more enthusiastic towards Shen Lian, "You have something to do with me?"
Shen Lian spread out the reward notice, pointed at the portrait of young man Lorne Castle, and said: "This young man is wanted by the government for killing the Ripper.
Mr.
Yao must know about this."
"Yes, I've heard of it."
Yao Tong glanced at the portrait, nodded and said: "How dare a foreign species like the Ripper dare to be so arrogant in our Great Qin Empire.
He killed well and killed well.
This young man is so good."
Shen Lian was not surprised at all.
Who wouldn’t hate the Ripper?
He smiled and said: "To be honest with Mr.
Yao, this young man is my friend.
I wanted to help him, so I came to you."
Yao Tong said in surprise: "I run a funeral parlor, how can I help?"
"You are a corpse makeup artist.
Can you find a corpse with a similar shape and make it into this boy?"
Shen Lian directly explained his purpose.
"Do you want him to fake his death?"
Yao Tong suddenly realized, pondered for a while, showed an embarrassed look, and said: "This matter is not a trivial matter, nor is it simple.
We need to find a fresh body with a similar body shape first, and we need to carry out further research."
Disguise makeup” Yao Tong muttered for a long time, and Shen Lian interrupted directly: "As long as Mr.
Yao can handle this matter well, the price can be easily negotiated."
"Sure."
Yao Tong smiled, rolled his eyes, and said, "For Xiaohua's sake, eight black clam beads are a must at a fixed price.
Just buying the body will cost a lot."
Shen Lian grinned and said: "Deal" Seeing that Shen Lian was so cheerful and didn't even bother to bargain, Yao Tong was a little dumbfounded and regretted it in his heart.
Damn it, this savage guy is a rich man, so he should order more.
The carriage carried Shen Lian back to Tiebei Martial Arts Hall.
Passing by the front desk, Shen Lian walked towards Anzasa, smiled and exchanged a few words, then asked, "How long have you known Asila?
Do you know her well?"
"It's been four or five months.
In fact, I don't know her very well."
Anzaza recalled carefully, "I only go to the beauty salon once in a while.
Asila is a regular visitor there.
She has her own circle of friends, isn't it?
Girls like me are eligible to join.
A while ago, Asila and her friends came to me and said that they wanted to make friends with some barbarians and hoped that I could introduce some of them, so they brought me into the circle. ” Shen Lian understood.
Judging from the time, Asila came into contact with Anzaza just after Shen Lian became a disciple of Wu Kui.
Intuition told Shen Lian that this point was very important, and Van Tier's reminder might not be groundless.
Enter the martial arts gym.
As soon as Shen Lian appeared, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.
"Meet the Seven True Legends."
"The Seven True Passions" The disciples and students in the martial arts hall saluted Shen Lian one after another, and the instructor also nodded to him.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Shen Lian glanced at Wu Niu, but did not see Wuniu's figure, but his reminder came to mind.
"Practice with everyone more."
Shen Lian actually doesn't want to waste time on these people, because he will soon leave these people far behind.
These people are not even qualified to be called his connections, they are too weak.
"Well, establishing prestige can also promote the promotion of the barbarian king."
Shen Lian changed his mind, stopped and walked to the martial arts stage.
Everyone gathered around him instantly.
Who doesn’t want to see if this mysterious Seven True Legends has three heads and eight arms?
Why do so many people look down on the owner of Wukui Hall and only choose him?
Shen Lian moved his muscles a few times and said loudly: "Come here and practice with me.
Oh, Gu Masters below level 45, please don't come up."
When everyone heard this, they stood still and turned to look at the three figures.
One barbarian, two monks.
All are young talents under the age of thirty.
The strength of these three people surpassed that of the instructors.
They stepped forward, bowed their hands, and introduced themselves to their families.
"Fang Ping, a level 47 barbarian.
The first divine level is a warrior.
He was promoted to level 45.
He just converted to a barbarian a year ago."
"Richard is a 49th-level monk.
The first divine level is a barbarian.
He was promoted to 36th level.
He converted to a monk six years ago."
"Tuoye, a 52nd-level monk.
The first divine level was a barbarian.
He was promoted to level 38, and then converted to a warrior.
After being promoted to level 50, he was converted to a monk."
Shen Lian took a few more glances at Tuoye and felt a little happy.
The 52nd-level barbarian king might gain unexpected rewards from fighting against the monks of the same level.
"Let's compare the advantages of the Barbarian King."
Shen Lian grinned and said to the three of them: "You guys can come together."
In a bare-handed confrontation, what monks and barbarians can rely on is strength and martial arts, without any falsehood.
The three of them looked stern.
Tuoye snorted coldly.
He was at the same level as Shen Lian, and he was also recognized as the most promising person to be accepted as a disciple by Wu Kui.
Unfortunately, this scene did not happen.
Instead, Shen Lian came from behind, which made him feel extremely dissatisfied.
He wanted to challenge Shen Lian to a duel and prove himself. but "Stop inking, let's do it together."
Shen Lian looked impatient, his expression full of great pride and disdain.
This vaguely angered the three of them.
After exchanging glances, Tuoye and Fang Ping exchanged positions in a tacit understanding.
Fang Ping stood in the middle.
He just heard him roar, and his strong body rushed over like a tank.
At the same time, Tuoye and Richard surrounded him on the left and right.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Shen Lian stood firm on the spot, the muscles in both arms suddenly swelled, his right arm suddenly blurred, and he punched his face with great force.
It was the heavy punch of the barbarian king Fang Ping, who was running forward, suddenly felt a terrifying force coming towards him.
It was like a slave seeing an emperor.
He was frightened and shuddered.
The barbarian's momentum suddenly lost its rhythm, became staggering, and rolled in front of Shen Lian in a falling position.
Shen Lian's fist strength was contracted and released freely, and he suddenly turned towards Richard who was rushing from the left.
In this case, his back will be exposed.
Tuoye was overjoyed when he saw this scene.
He accelerated and rushed over, using a fierce elbow bump.
His elbow burst out with a dazzling light due to the concentration of divine power.
Like a battering ram, it hit Shen Lian's lower back.
And Richard turned somersault in the air and used a whirlwind kick.
Divine light surged from his back heel, from bottom to top, like a big knife slashing down.
A flash of light Peng "Be careful!"
Tuoye's expression changed drastically, and before he finished speaking, Richard had already flown backwards.
He was knocked out.
Because Shen Lian suddenly disappeared from where he was.
Caught off guard, Tuoye couldn't hold back his hand at all and hit Richard's thigh with his elbow.
It all happened so fast.
In other words, Shen Lian grasped the timing too well and made Tuoye and Richard "kill each other".
Poor Richard flew straight out of the martial arts stage and rolled on the ground for an unknown number of times before he stopped.
He collapsed to the ground with bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Tuoye maintained his elbow-bumping posture and looked at Richard who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
He was completely dumbfounded and confused.
The next moment, his body was shaking wildly, his expression was distorted, and in the moment of losing consciousness, he received a heavy punch in the lower back.
This punch left him breathless and he fell to one knee.
This punch determines the outcome Because if it had been a real fight, he would have been dead in that moment.
"Do you still want to fight?"
Shen Lian smiled.
He had spared his hand just now, otherwise Tuoye's spine would have been broken.
Without any armor, being hit in the back by an opponent is fatal.
"If we don't fight, we will admit defeat."
Tuoye was a little downcast.
He was a 52nd-level monk.
He never expected that he would lose so easily.
"However, I don't accept it.
I want to compete with you again."
Tuoye was unwilling to give in.
According to his thinking, it was impossible to beat Qizhen Chuan in a fight, but he must be stronger than the opponent in some aspects, such as arm wrestling, which he was good at.
"Arm wrestling is about strength, followed by skills."
Shen Lian smiled slightly and accepted the challenge calmly.
He and Takuya came to a table and competed with each other holding hands with their left hands.
This is a non-dominant hand competition, which is a bit challenging.
Tuoye is very confident in this.
He has trained his left hand specifically and has never lost once.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Shen Lian doesn't care.
When he was in Mangjie, there was no difference between his left and right hands.
They were both dominant hands.
He could draw squares with his left hand and circles with his right hand.
Of course, Tuoye didn't know this.
So, as soon as the game started, Tuoye felt something was wrong.
Shen Lian's left hand was as stable as a rock and had amazing strength.
It was also level 52.
Shen Lian's physical strength was even stronger, and he couldn't shake it even with all his strength.
In the end, Tuoye lost.
"I'm convinced, I'm totally convinced."
Tuoye smiled bitterly and sincerely praised: "You are so powerful in the Seven True Legends."
"The Seven True Legends Are Awesome" "amazing" Everyone witnessed Shen Lian's astonishing performance, all showing awe, and all kinds of praises came flooding in.
The corners of Shen Lian's eyes twitched slightly, feeling like he was bullying others.
There was nothing he could do, he was just so tyrannical.
This is not too strong.
I was once invincible.
Shen Lian vomited something in his heart, and then said a few words to everyone, "Everyone practice hard, and you will be as strong as me in the future."
Then he turned around and went to the independent courtyard. rest.
In a blink of an eye, it’s the day after tomorrow.
The county governor Wu Dayi came to visit.
There are not many followers, only a few people.
In the living room, Shen Lian and Wu Dayi sat opposite each other, and Wuniu and other instructors were also there.
"Qizhenzhuan is young and has a lot of potential, and he is a talented person."
Wu Dayi was eloquent and praised Shen Lian for a while.
"Master Wu, that's ridiculous."
Shen Lian smiled, "Master is still in seclusion, and I, a disciple, will act as the master.
If there is any inconvenience in greeting me, please forgive me, Master Wu."
"Talking about hospitality, Tiebei Martial Arts Gym is also my home.
When I go back to my own home, I still have to entertain people."
Wu Dayi didn't have any airs, and he kept saying all kinds of words to win people's hearts.
Shen Lian couldn't help but look at Wu Niu, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of Wu Niu's mouth.
It’s unmistakable.
Wu Dayi must have something to ask for.
Otherwise, the dignified Lord County Sheriff would have to pretend to be a grandson in front of Wu Kui: