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Shen Xinyue's face turned red, and she lowered her head.

Shen Mingzhu groaned and sighed, "Xu Cheng, there is really no male in our martial arts gym, otherwise, I won't report your name..."

"Your life was picked up by my sister. If you die in the famine hunting ceremony, it will be my sister's life!" Shen Xinyue clenched his fist and hurriedly finished speaking, but his eyes did not dare to look at Xu Cheng .

"I mean, I want to know what is going on in this famine hunting ceremony." Xu Cheng shook his head.

According to the identity he had compiled before, he was not a martial arts practitioner. He encountered a barren beast outside Dongyue City. After some chase, he escaped by chance, but because of excessive fright, he temporarily lost his memory.

"The Desolate Hunting Ceremony is an action that gathers the power of a city of martial arts practitioners to hunt wild animals out of the city once every three years."

"The City Lord's Mansion will dispatch a large army, and there will be various rewards."

Shen Mingzhu thought it over and introduced it aloud.

"Spirit oil locomotives will be rewarded this year!" Shen Xinyue raised his head, his eyes lit up, and then Shen Mingzhu stared back.

"One city of martial arts practitioners, plus the army of the city lord's mansion, that is also powerful, is it enough to hunt wild beasts?" Xu Cheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

According to the Shen family sisters, the desolate beasts are strong and weak, but near the edge of the city, they are basically not too strong.

Most of them are Body Refining Mirror and Spirit Martial Realm, True Martial Realm, and very few.

"Boy, that was the old days." Boss Sun, who came over with the tray, placed a few large plates of meat, and said: "Now, the famine hunting ceremony is very dangerous."

Dangerous?

Xu Cheng looked up at Boss Sun.

Boss Sun glanced at the Shen's sisters, then shook his head and said, "I shouldn't have said it, but it's not a secret."

"The ten major martial arts leagues in the city are fighting each other. Nowadays, most of the disciples of the Budokan who are sent to the city have died in the fighting." Boss Sun placed the bowls and chopsticks, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Would you like wine ?"

"Let's have a pot." Shen Mingzhu's words made Shen Xinyue's eyes twinkling with little stars.

"Well, this pot of wine is for Uncle Sun's invitation." Boss Sun turned around and brought a small pot of wine, and then said: "When the master Shen returns, don't say I asked you to drink."

"Let's eat, eat more meat, build up some strength, and when I go back, I will teach you the leaf fist of our Pearl Martial Arts Hall." Shen Mingzhu unceremoniously stretched out his chopsticks.

"Back then, with this boxing technique, my father literally blocked several masters who kicked the gym and set up the Pearl Martial Arts Gym."

When speaking, a trace of pride flashed across Shen Mingzhu's face.

That's the leaf fist?

Xu Cheng flipped through that boxing technique, and his superficial skills had no characteristics.

But think about it, the Shen family sisters have only four or five body refining bases, and they have never seen really good exercises.

As for their father, the master of Shen Guan, can he not receive disciples without seeing the Mingzhu Budokan?

Shen Xinyue's hand quietly touched the hip flask, and then quietly poured himself a glass, brought it to his mouth, and smiled like a crescent.

Shen Mingzhu glared at her and pushed the jug in front of Xu Cheng.

"Eat more meat and strengthen your strength. Drink some alcohol to increase the circulation of blood."

She paused slightly and said in a low voice: "This way at least I can live longer in the famine hunting ceremony."

Live longer.

Xu Cheng smiled lightly and was not polite. He picked up the meat, poured the wine, and delivered it directly to his mouth.

In the meat entrance, there is a trace of unsearchable power of qi and blood spreading.

This little blood has no effect on Xu Cheng, who condenses the blood of the ancient gods to the fiery sun realm.

Wine is also common, only a little bit more spicy.

Seeing Xu Cheng even pouring a few glasses of wine, Shen Xinyue blinked a few big eyes on the side. When Shen Mingzhu lowered his head to eat, he stretched his head and leaned in Xu Cheng's ear: "You leave me a mouthful."

As she got closer, the soft fluff on the girl's cheek rubbed against Xu Cheng's face, with a hint of wine mixed in with a warm breath.

Shen Mingzhu raised his head and patted the table with a cold face: "You only need the amount of a glass of wine."

"Who said that?" Shen Xinyue raised his head, reached out to lift the glass of wine in front of Xu Cheng, and gulped down.

Drinking too fast, the little girl has a blush on her face.

Xu Cheng looked at the empty cup, slightly shocked.

Do I continue to use this cup, or do I not use it?

...

For this meal, I ate a total of 18 yuan.

When paying the bill, Shen Mingzhu took out a paper currency and several copper coins.

The banknote was dark green, with a tall palace pattern on the front.

The copper coins are simple, with only numbers and one or two patterns.

The currency in circulation in the four wilds of Tianwu World is issued by the Zhongzhou Shen Dynasty, and above the ordinary currency, there are spirit coins.

According to Shen Mingzhu's explanation, Xu Cheng is not optimistic about the development of the four wilderness areas.

Even the currency pricing power is in the hands of others, isn't it left to be slaughtered?

When leaving the tavern, Xu Cheng originally wanted to help Shen Xinyue, who was already drunk.

But Shen Mingzhu's "you want to take advantage of my sister" eyes made him have to follow behind empty-handed.

The back is good, the round scenery is also very eye-catching.

Before reaching the Mingzhu Martial Arts Hall, Shen Mingzhu, who was walking in front and carrying Shen Xinyue on his back, suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Following behind, Xu Cheng, who was a little absent-minded, almost ran into him.

"Help me look good at Xinyue." Shen Mingzhu handed the little girl over, and then whispered.

Xu Cheng stretched out his hand to embrace his soft body and looked up. Three or four people were waiting there in front of the Mingzhu Martial Arts Hall.

"Mingzhu, it can be regarded as waiting for you." The man across the street also saw Shen Mingzhu and the others coming back, with their big bellies upright and wearing a black samurai robe, the brutal four-year-old man with a full face laughed and greeted him.

"Master Gou." Shen Mingzhu said with a cold face, arching his hands slightly.

"What is the master of Gou? Called Uncle Gou." The strong man leaned forward, staring greedily on Shen Mingzhu's beautiful face.

"I'm afraid to call me old, even if I call Brother Gou."

Shen Mingzhu stepped back calmly, and said lightly: "Master Shen is joking, and my father doesn't have a nephew as big as yours."

Hearing what Shen Mingzhu said, the master Nagou grinned his stomach and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Shen Mingzhu and said, "Mingzhu, your father hasn't come back. There are no males in the Mingzhu martial arts hall to participate in the famine hunting ceremony."

He raised his hand, and the three men in samurai costumes walked up behind him.

The four people stood there, and they could see that their clothes and badges were all the same.

Obviously it belongs to a martial arts gym.

"You guy~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm out of Gou Chengwu Daoguan." The master Gou waved his hand very grandly, and then looked at Shen Mingzhu: "As long as Mingzhu you—"

"We have men in the martial arts gym." Shen Mingzhu interrupted his words aloud.

"Your father didn't--"

Before Gou Guan's master had finished speaking, Shen Mingzhu turned his figure sideways and let Xu Cheng out of him holding Shen Xinyue.

Master Gou stared at Xu Cheng, his gaze fell from his face, saw the badge on his chest, and then went down.

Looking at the body held by him.

The kid's hands are dishonest.

This is the subconscious thought of Gou Guanzhu.

"Where did this kid come from?" The master Gou asked with a trembling face, staring at Xu Cheng, gritted his teeth.

"I picked it up." Shen Mingzhu said blankly.