C495 Barbarism and impertinence

After separating with Wang Shao, Zhao Yiming purposely slowed down his pace, continuously killing all kinds of Demonic Beast. This result was pretty good, after all, when he arrived at the oasis, his experience had already reached 6 million.

He counted his items. There were only five Secret Book s in total, and one of them was an Earth Rank Low-rank Cultivation Technique, a local Sand Palm. This was the final part of the Five Poison Palm, which he had combined.

There were four sets of Mortal Level Cultivation Method s. Two of them were low-grade, namely the Incantation of the Spring Fist and the Eight Trigram Palm and the Wandering Dragon Steps, respectively. These two sets of Cultivation Method s were able to synthesize Earth Grade Medium Grade, the Eight Trigrams Palm and the Eight Trigram Steps.

As for the rest of the Injurious Drug s and other miscellaneous items, overall their harvests were still alright. If things continued like this, when walking out of the desert, he would be able to step into the Grand Master Stage.

The size of this oasis was not small, and it also appeared to be bustling with activity. People from all different races could be seen here, and all of them were rushing back and forth. They appeared to be extremely busy.

He saw a huge wine sign hanging in front of a yurt. He lifted the curtain and walked in. It seemed to be rather simple and crude, and were all ordinary wooden tables and chairs. The workmanship was very rough.

He walked to the corner and sat down. After a long while, he did not see anyone greet him. He shouted, "What kind of logic is this? Why is there no one greeting guests?"

A middle-aged man sitting across from him chuckled and said, "It looks like this is the first time you've been here!"

Zhao Yiming nodded his head and said: "This brother is right, could it be that there are rules here?"

The middle-aged man said straightforwardly: "Although this is the biggest oasis of this generation, under the control of the Ice-fire, all kinds of life here is very difficult. If you want anything to eat, go and tell the boss that he'll bring it to you after everything has been arranged. "

Zhao Yiming acknowledged, then laughed and said: Thank you brother for telling me.

He stood up and walked over to the boss. That guy acted like he didn't care about the consequences at all. In any case, the people who came to eat here were all poor bastards.

He laughed mischievously, placed a piece of Gold Banknotes on the counter and said: "Here's a hundred taels of Gold Banknotes, if there's anything delicious, bring it to me. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you."

The owner's eyes suddenly became round and wide, he stretched out his hand to snatch the Gold Banknotes from her, looked at it seriously, and after confirming that this Gold Banknotes was not fake, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhao Yiming shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat, only to see the middle-aged man revealing a regretful look, as if he had done something wrong.

Just as he was hesitating, the boss came to his table, placed a dish of pickled vegetables in front of him, and then placed a bowl of porridge on the table.

He looked at his boss in surprise and said, "Are you kidding me? I, with a hundred taels of Gold Banknotes, will buy you a plate of musty pickled vegetables, and a bowl of this kind of porridge. "

The boss fiercely said: "What nonsense are you spouting here, who the hell saw you giving me the Gold Banknotes? Furthermore, these two items are not something that can be bought with a hundred taels of silver. Taking out a thousand taels of Gold Banknotes, this matter is finished. "

Hearing that, Zhao Yiming laughed out loud, "A mere thousand taels of Gold Banknotes is nothing in my eyes, but these two stupid things, you must be crazy!"

The boss looked at him with disdain: "I have changed my mind now. I want these two Gold Banknotes s for 10,000 taels of silver. If you dare to say half a word no, I will break your arms and legs and drag you to the backyard to feed the dogs."

Zhao Yiming laughed and said: "You seem to be quite skilled in this business. It seems that you have done quite a bit in the past, I don't want to take out this Gold Banknotes.

The boss shouted, "What are you bunch of dead people doing? Someone is coming to our restaurant to eat an overlord's meal. Why aren't you coming out?"

The sound of footsteps could be heard as dozens of men rushed out from behind them. Each of them had a wooden stick in their hands. It was obvious that they were prepared.

Zhao Yiming curled his lips in disdain, shook his head and said: "Looks like I just entered the Black Shop, didn't I say this is the territory of the Ice-fire people? Is there no one who cares? "

The middle-aged man advised: "This boss is a person from the Ice-fire, it's just that he is old and weak, so he opened a shop here.

Zhao Yiming laughed and said: "I am a donkey, if it goes according to my heart, then it's fine. But if it doesn't go according to my heart, then don't even think about it."

The boss smiled evilly, waved his hand and shouted, "Beat this bastard to death, search all the money he has for me."

Zhao Yiming slapped on the table, causing all the salted butterfly vegetables to fly into the air. He then flung his sleeves and the salted vegetables shot towards the strong men like bullets.

A series of miserable shrieks rang out. These brawny fellows were lying on the ground, each of them had a few hard vegetables stuck into their bodies. They were wailing non-stop.

The boss was obviously shocked, he pointed at Zhao Yiming and said: "You really have some guts to actually dare injure our Ice-fire people, if you have the guts, don't run away, I'll get someone to deal with you right now."

Zhao Yiming laughed mischievously: "I haven't been beaten up by anyone in my life, I'll be waiting for you here. If you dare not come, I'll order this shop over."

The boss hastily turned around and ran out. The middle-aged man urged again, "That old man must have gone to look for the patrol squad. You should hurry up and run!"

Zhao Yiming laughed and said: "Thank you for your concern, brother, but I have always kept my words. Since I have said that I would wait for him here, then I will definitely not leave."

The middle-aged man sighed and walked to his side. His eyes suddenly shone with a cold light and said: "You truly deserve to be called the Mentor Of The Ming Religion. You truly have guts.

His entire palm turned fiery-red as it slapped over. A wave of heat assaulted their faces, causing the heat to feel extremely hot when it struck their faces.

At the same time, a shadow flashed at the door. The owner who had already walked out rushed in once again. His hands turned fiery red, and he struck out with both of his fists, blocking all of his escape routes.

The brawny men lying on the ground and the customers eating off to the side also charged at the same time. Although the techniques they used were different, their hands were all incomparably hot.

Zhao Yiming was extremely calm, he kicked the table in front of him and caused it to roll in the air, then slammed his hand onto the table.

The entire table was shattered into pieces as the wooden block smashed towards the other people. At this moment, the middle-aged man and the old man, who were the main attackers, had already arrived in front of him.