Original God: People are among fools, working from nine to five

Watching Zhang Yuan's figure "pressing" step by step, the Millelith who took the lead suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock.

At this time, Zhang Yuan was no longer a thin human being in their eyes.

It's more like a ferocious beast in human skin!

Even the kind of hideous hilichurl with a hideous face and a giant axe would not be able to smash such a heavy boulder with his bare

hands!" "Several, don't be nervous, I don't want to do it, on the contrary, I have to rely on a few big brothers to give us a ride!"

Zhang Yuan had to raise his hands and smile.

"With my strength in crushing stone with my bare hands, I should be able to protect the safety of both of us, right?"

several Millelith soldiers nodded subconsciously.

What's more, not to mention protecting a little girl with your huge strength, it's enough for you to escort our entire Millelith Army alone!"

"So, can you give us a ride?"

Zhang Yuan said as he pulled the stunned Lei Ying in front of him, pinched her little face, and put on a pitiful look.

But this method seems to have lost some effect, and several Millelith soldiers exchanged glances in a diffuse manner.

Eventually, the Millelith leader nodded.

Zhang Yuan and Lei Movie finally hitched a ride.

Ray was placed among a group of miners, and one of the miners kindly gave up his seat so that she could have a place to rest.

Surrounded by dozens of big men, the smell of sweat on their bodies continued to volatilize in the stuffy heat, and frantically drilled into Lei Ying's nose.

Those miners have long been accustomed to the smell of each other, and they have long been strange.

After ten minutes of hard work, she really couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to find the general and ask her to temporarily suspend the function of her nose.

Suddenly, the stench in the air dissipated.

It's not that it's gone, it's just that Ray's nose can't smell anything anymore.

There was a little more blood on her face.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuan was forced to put on the uniform of the Millelith Army by several Millelith Army, and he was also forced to stuff a spear in his hand, and then he was pulled to the car full of Millelith Army.

Several Millelith soldiers who were staring at Zhang Yuan with a puzzled expression felt Zhang Yuan's puzzled gaze, and immediately began to laugh.

"It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that you see that you are so fierce, so you can simply help our brothers one by one!" Seeing

Zhang Yuan's confused face, the Millelith Army led by him grabbed his shoulders with one hand, hooked his shoulders and back, squeezed his eyebrows and said:

"There are a lot of monsters nearby, there is a possibility of impacting the convoy, let's knock down those monsters that may block the road with us, and it will be your fare, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward, and the playful expression on his face gradually disappeared, turning into a thick melancholy.

He leaned forward to Zhang Yuan's

ear, and whispered in his ear, "To tell you the truth, the troops we were sent to escort the miners are actually not sufficient, and monsters with certain intelligence like the hilichurls will set up obstacles along the road to stop us.

"Every time the brothers fought bloodily, almost every time they would hang colors on their bodies, and there was even a big attack by monsters, and we couldn't react for a while... In the end, there was no brother. "

This is the last time this is the last time our brothers will rotate this position, and I hope that each of them can go back completely, so..."

The Millelith didn't say any more, just stood there, looking at Zhang Yuan quietly.

Zhang Yuan was silent for a moment.

He threw the spear in his hand to the ground.

The Millelith sighed slightly, silently picking up the spear.

Since people were unwilling, he couldn't force it, so he had to be ready to fight at any time.

But just when he was disheartened, he heard such a sentence in his ears, which was no less than the sound of heaven in his ears.

"I don't know how to use a gun, so I'm better at using my fists.

He looked back and saw that Zhang Yuan had already boarded the car and blended in with the rest of the Millelith Army.

I borrowed some gauze from the Millelith Army next to me and wrapped it around my fist.

Not to mention that it plays a protective role, but at least it will not stain your hands with any dirty blood, and if you don't pull a few fishy, it will not be good to face Shadow Sauce again when the time comes.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan once drew [Wing Chun], and in addition to boxing, he also obtained all the practice skills of Master Ye.

He doesn't plan to expose his Thunder Fruit's abilities, so he relies on his strong physical strength from the world of pirates and Wing Chun to face the enemy.

When Master Ye practiced before, he would habitually wrap gauze on his hands to protect his hands from hurting his bones.

Zhang Yuan also felt a little imperceptible.

He stretched his waist slightly, and the bones kept clattering as Millelith beside him watched in amazement.

A vague momentum slowly overflowed from him, making all the Millelith troops feel stunned, and they couldn't help but clench the spear in their hands.

And the Millelith soldiers who were fortunate enough to see Zhang Yuan crushing stones with their bare hands blurted out a sentence of "lying in the groove".

If your old gentleman had released such momentum earlier, they would not have proved themselves with the problem of gravel, and they would not have scared themselves enough.

And the eyes of the Millelith Army at the head were shining with a different brilliance.

The higher his status, the more he knows.

Liyue's martial arts exist not only in Wanwen Collection's picture novels, but also in the rivers and lakes hidden in Liyue's three mountains and five mountains.

As far as he knew, Young Master Xingqiu of the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce was a rare genius disciple of the Guhua Sect for thousands of years, who not only learned the swordsmanship that had been lost for many years, but also improved it.

When dancing the sword in autumn, the sword light will be gentle like flowing water, which makes people naturally despise it.

And by the time the enemy realizes that these sword lights are not as harmless as they seem, they are already in a deep state of embarrassment.

often buried in poignant blood flowers.

He had seen Young Master Xingqiu dance with his own eyes, even if he himself had been on the battlefield and had a bloodthirsty fight with monsters, he would never want to take such a sword, and he would not have the idea of being an enemy of Young Master Xingqiu.

But the momentum of this brother in front of him is very different!

This sharp breath seems to have the spirit of the whole body in one place, like a fierce cheetah hibernating.

Every time you attack, you will definitely complete the goal and completely knock out the enemy, and there is no possibility of resistance.

If Young Master Xingqiu just made this Millelith Army not want to confront him, then Zhang Yuan gave him a feeling of trembling.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Yuan, who was constantly exuding a fierce momentum in front of him, was a friendly army, he might have turned around and just ran away!

Just making eye contact with Zhang Yuan made this Millelith Army leader feel extremely pressured.

The Thousand Rock Army beside Zhang Yuan also suddenly felt a little uneasy and began to be restless.

But the uneasiness soon faded.

The momentum of a strong person can give a lot of information.

Those Millelith gradually discovered that there was no sense of slaughter in that chilling momentum, but rather a very neutral and peaceful feeling.

Under the gaze of their eyes, Zhang Yuan slowly squatted down his right leg, stretched his left leg forward, and made a very standard Ip Man squat.

I, Wing Chun Cheung, please advise!