Chapter 188

Once again, he came to the slave market of the imperial capital. This time, Dewey was much more careful. He put on his high cloak and hat, covered his face, and got off the horse. In the crowd, he just followed general Longbottom.

It seems that there are fewer people in the slave market today. Although they led the horse, it was not difficult for them to walk. And little sandy was a little more difficult. The chestnut horse he rode was not very obedient, and he was always against little sandy.

"You should whip it hard." General Longbottom took a look at the boy and muttered, "this is what these animals are. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you."

But little sandy is reluctant to part with it. It's just a first-class warrior in his life?!

"Good. You stay. I want it Longbutton laughed and said in a loud voice, "who else is there?"

The second guy Longbottom's got. He's left-handed. This short guy... He was probably malnourished since he was a child. He was even about the same height as little sandy. But after he showed a few sword moves, he was asked by Longbottom.

"He's a left-handed. His swordsmanship and direction are all opposite to those of ordinary people. When fighting, the enemy will feel very uncomfortable. This is a good guy." That's Longbottom's explanation.

The third one was a fat man who looked almost the same size as Longbottom. This fat man looks like a wax gourd, but his unique skills are beyond Duwei's imagination.

"I can be beaten, and I'm not afraid of pain." The fat man grinned: "I'm not born to feel pain."

Then he opened his clothes and exposed his chest full of black hair. He pulled out his sword and chopped it twice on his body... He cut it so hard! The blood was flowing, but the fat man's face was calm: "Sir, I don't have the talent to practice martial arts. I'm just a first-class warrior now. But I'll bet. In real combat, I can kill at least three first-class warriors by myself! Because they cut me a few swords, as long as they are not lethal, our combat effectiveness will not be affected! But if I cut them a sword, they can't bear it. "

So, this guy was taken.

Next, there are a few weird guys who are also accepted by Longbottom. Some of his unique skills surprised Du Wei

Hell, is this lightness skill? Looking at a skinny guy like a bag of bones. It didn't take much effort to rush to the roof, running back and forth, light like a civet cat.

There is another guy who is good at imitation. He can imitate all kinds of animal sounds, even the sound of mouse fighting.

"I'll be a good scoundrel. Your excellency.

"And me!" A guy crowded out the crowd: "I used to be a hunter. I would set all kinds of traps. In the mountains, I only need to rely on my nose and eyes. You can find the nearest mountain road and water source under the most difficult conditions! "

After soliciting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys who were still looking forward to it, but no one came out to answer. Then he called out to those who didn't want to leave: "what's the matter? Who else would like to try? "

"It's not fair! Your honor. " Someone in the crowd cried, "they are not real warriors! It's just like a thief! A real warrior can only speak with a sword! We don't learn to scream like animals, or climb up other people's houses like thieves! "

Longbottom sneered. He grabbed the bundle of iron bars on the ground and inserted them one by one on the ground. Then he said coldly, "do you think it's unfair? Good! Then let's talk with the sword! Who can cut an iron bar with the sword in your hand. I'll take him! "

Cut an iron bar with one sword?

Although each iron bar is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm. Cut with one sword?

Unless you can show a fighting warrior! Or a sword in your hand.

Otherwise, it will not be possible.

But if you can show your fighting spirit or have a sword, who will be down here? A warrior who can show his fighting spirit will not have to worry about food.

Lombarton's skill has left everyone speechless.

"Ah..." Longbottom sighed, as if disappointed, busy for so long. Although he recruited some strange talents, he didn't meet the real Samurai with a little ability.

Just then, a steady voice came from the crowd.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Immediately, the crowd was separated, a tall guy, looking about thirty years old, dressed in coarse cloth. Walking with a steady air of killing.

Longbottom looks at this guy. The eyes are bright. According to his experience, the strength of this warrior is unknown. But judging from his temperament, this guy is definitely a ruthless character who has really experienced life and death, and has seen blood and killed people!

"Your name." Longbottom squinted.

"Please call me Lao Yan, as my friends call me." The samurai seemed to hesitate. The name he gave was a nickname. And his accent seems to be a native of the imperial capital. Dewey found that although the guy stopped his chest, he had a strong smell of herbal medicine, which seemed to hurt him? Longbarton also found out that the guy who called himself "old smoke" had a bandage in his chest clothes... And the location of the wound seemed to be in the heart“ Are you hurt? " Longbottom frowned“ Yes, right here. " Lao Yan pointed to his heart: "but I'm very lucky. My heart is a little bit more biased than ordinary life." With that, he pulled out his sword and took a breath! A clear sword light flashed, and the light fighting light surprised the onlookers around! This is a fighting warrior! That means his warrior level should be at least level 4! How can a level 4 warrior be in such a predicament? It's true that Lao Yan was the "Imperial Guard" who was going to be reviewed on the day of the coup. The guy who was dying thinking about jazz. Click! An iron bar was cut into two ends. Lao Yan seemed to gasp. It seemed that his action had drawn the wound. He took a deep breath and looked at Longbottom. However, his eyes crossed Longbottom and fell on Dewey. After all, he was born in the imperial army. He could see at a glance who was really in charge here“ Can I say I passed? "“ Yes What he said was Dewey: "please tell me what you are asking for, sir."... " Lao Yan was silent for a while, and his eyes showed a trace of boredom. He said slowly: "leave the imperial capital. If you are the solicitors and are going to leave the imperial capital, I am willing to follow you. I just want to get out of here. "