Lu Dasheng was almost scared to the sky by this cry.
If the legs were not clamped tightly, the pants would get wet.
At the moment, Yi Feng is really confused. Lu Dasheng first came to arrogance, and then knelt on the ground and dropped a broken ring. It's crazy!
Finally, Lu Dasheng turned his head tremblingly, wiped the sweat on his face, and walked towards Yi Feng again with heavy steps.
"What the hell do you do?" Yi Feng shouted in a deep voice.
"I, I really came to deliver things!" Lu Dasheng said without tears.
"Send something?"
"Send you paralyzed!"
Yi Feng smiled coldly. Although Lu Dasheng's behavior is very unreasonable, looking at the man's previous attitude, I know he is not a good bird.
"I..."
Lu Dasheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
But how dare he admit that he is here to find fault? He can only hesitate and say nothing for a long time.
"Sir."
Just then, three figures came respectfully. It was Wu Yonghong.
"Three wuzongs?"
Lu Dasheng, who was hesitating, suddenly stared at Wu Yonghong. Wu Huang's master already existed in Nansha. As for Wu Zong, it was rare and could not be found with lanterns.
But at the gate of the martial arts school, there were three at once!
Lu Qingshan, who was also nervous on one side, was slightly surprised, but he didn't lose his temper. He had been in contact with many people. He had been immune for a long time. It seemed normal to see three Wuzong experts here.
After all, Lu Qingshan has seen the horror of the black robe with his own eyes. Now he is not stepping on his feet and struggling. What are the three wuzongs?
The three of Wu Yonghong just looked at Lu Qingshan and Lu Dasheng, but they didn't care any more. After all, in the eyes of the three of them, these two people were not on the table.
However, the arrival of the three temporarily relieved Lu Dasheng, because Yi Feng's attention was on the three of them.
"It's you three!"
Yi Feng said, "Why are you free today?"
"Sir, it's us. Didn't you say in the mountains that there is a wasteland behind your martial arts school that needs to be reclaimed. Ask us to help?" Wu Yonghong said respectfully.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Yi Feng patted his forehead and remembered, "yes, I really intend to open that wasteland."
"Well, sir, my two old friends also want to come, you see?" Wu Yonghong said again.
With that, sun Zhuge and Chu crazy lion behind him immediately looked at them with expectant eyes.
"I want to come with you, OK."
Yi Feng thought a little, then nodded and looked at the look they were looking forward to. Obviously, he also wanted to earn a meal. Farmers can understand that it is not easy to live. Besides, his land is not small. Old man Wu is really short of hands alone.
"Well, well, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
Hearing the speech, the three ancestors immediately smiled.
Seeing this, Yi Feng couldn't help feeling that it was really difficult for the people at the bottom to live. He was so excited that he didn't reclaim a piece of broken land, so he said: "in terms of remuneration, I'll directly give you three hundred gold coins, even if you finish it in one day."
"No problem, no problem!"
The three of Wu Yonghong nodded their heads and had no opinion on Yi Feng's 100 gold coins, nor did they mean to break them. After all, they all knew that this was a peerless expert who had come to play in the world, so it was reasonable to go through the stage with 100 gold coins.
"Well, if that's no problem, have you brought your tools?" Yi Feng asked.
"Uh."
Wu Yonghong looked at each other awkwardly, showing an embarrassed look.
"OK, it's all right. I have it here. You wait here first." Yi Feng stepped on the skull again, and then walked into the inner room.
Then, after waiting for several people, Yi Feng took out a rake head, a hoe and a shovel.
However, it was almost dumb to see these three shovel, whether Wu Yonghong or three, or the trembling Lu Da Sheng, who took a breath of cool air.
Actually took out three holy things directly?
"You three one!" Yi Feng stretched out and said.
"Here, here, here, give us?"
Wu Yonghong looked at each other, their voices stuttered, and their palms trembled at this moment.
"How can I work for you?" Yi Fengbai glanced at them and said, "use it for the time being. If it's worn out, I still have it."
Hiss!
"Still... Still?"
This sentence almost didn't scare out the hearts of Wu Yonghong.
Sir, are there many holy goods here?
Moreover, it's just to reclaim a wasteland, and three holy objects are used. This kind of handwriting, tut tut
However, Lu Qingshan was not too surprised, and even showed his look at the Hicks.
His strength may not be as high as these three people, but they can't compare their horizons here. What is the holy product for land reclamation? Sir, all the knives in the kitchen are sacred.