Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 901 The head of the black shock group
"Eh?"

Isabella's expression couldn't help being surprised. Although Master Saler had a good drink, smoked, and eccentric temper, he usually scolded out of concern, and rarely got really angry.

Could it be that the master was really angry because that man wanted to apprentice and pestered him endlessly?

Sare Maya does not accept the standard of male disciples, which has not changed since then. It is as eternal as the sun, which is quite speechless and admirable.

Moreover, between the fighters of the two factions, there was a battle that broke out although there were no casualties, but it hurt the peace.

The result was that the male fighters were weak at the time and were shamefully expelled from the imperial capital.

So in the days to come, even for the sake of face and self-esteem, very few male fighters came to learn from Saleh.

Could it be that it was some annoying nobleman?
Isabella thanked the other party, then shrugged helplessly to express her helplessness, found a clean bluestone slab and sat down, dangling her calves in short boots.

From this height and direction, you can just see some outlines of the imperial capital. When Lord Saleh moved, she was not too far away, and she herself would often go to the city.

Wait outside, the master will be back at night at the latest.

The God of Fighting in the empire doesn't have that indifferent attitude of not getting close to strangers. Instead, he has a wide range of hobbies and interests. Sometimes he drinks half a bottle of wine and scolds a few disciples who are ineffective.

drink!what! ...

After all, it is a dojo for fighters, and the sound of martial arts training is the most common sight here, filling the entire mountainside, and the atmosphere is warm.

Ye Lin looked around, and there were more than a dozen female fighters nearby. Due to sufficient daily exercise and slim martial arts uniforms, all of them are well-proportioned and fit, with different ups and downs in justice.

If you put on short sleeves and sports shorts in summer, when the crowd gathers, it is estimated that it will be even more beautiful than this mountain scenery.

Otherwise, wait until summer and come to see again~
"I'll go over there for a stroll."

Yelin pointed to the left side, where there was a winding mountain road, Hiate and the others were busy in a daze or looking at the scenery, and nodded casually to indicate that you can go by yourself.

He wandered around in a seemingly aimless manner, intending to get into the mountains, but was quickly drunk.

"Hey, where are you from? Men are not welcome here, let alone wander around."

A fighter with a belt on her head and short hair. Her eyes are vigilant like a falcon, and her fists collide with airflow in front of her. She is obviously a Sanda professional, and she should be a relatively powerful senior professional.

Ye Lin touched his nose helplessly, and said his purpose again, he was visiting, not apprentice.

The other party's vigilance was slightly reduced, but he still frowned, and warned seriously: "I suggest you not to run around, Master, she doesn't like people who are not polite."

The plan to continue drilling into the mountain was in vain, Ye Lin could only nod his head to show that he understood, and then glanced behind a certain rock, which was quite meaningful.

There was a black-robed man hiding there, the atmosphere was disturbed, he should have suffered a little injury, more importantly, his realm seemed to be, the realm of legends!
This is the Dojo of the God of Fighting. Of course, there is no need to guess too much about who can injure the legendary realm, but the more interesting question is, who is the person who was injured?

Threatened by the vigilant eyes of the short-haired fighter, Ye Lin obediently went back to the dojo and waited obediently with him.

On the other hand, Hiate, who had been watching the scenery, couldn't help bursting out laughing after seeing him being "arrested" back.

The atmosphere in the mountains was cold and there was nothing to do. Just as he and Cyrus were playing chess with sticks and stones, Isabella suddenly stood up from the side and called sweetly: "Master~ "

Sarah was dressed in plain clothes and came from the other side of the forest, carrying a basket behind her, with some gray-brown plants in it, like a doctor collecting medicine.

Elegant and old-fashioned, like a book, it doesn't look like she was a passionate fighter at all.

Her long hair was tied up to her waist, and a metal ring was fastened at the end. Her hair was a little white, but her cool and heroic face was full of energy, with only a few crow's feet visible at the corners of her eyes.

Sarah Maya's age is definitely far beyond her appearance.

She may be similar to Xu Zu Jiulong, another special existence that broke the limit of human life, and has such a youthful appearance.

"Oh, Isabella?"

Sale raised her eyebrows. She seemed to have a pretty good memory, and she recognized this unconscionable disciple who hadn't come back for at least three or four years, and her tone was neither cold nor hot.

She took off the basket on her back, handed it to the disciples beside her, and said, "Use these medicinal herbs to make some ointment and apply it on those unlucky people."

Martial arts practice in the same vein, physical injury is inevitable, and medicinal herbs with healing effects are almost necessities of life for them.

"Master, I miss you to death..."

"The polite words will be avoided. If you have nothing to do, help me get more herbs. It's freezing cold, and it's inconvenient to pick the herbs. It will cost money to buy them."

While complaining, Sarah skillfully took out a cigarette stick from his pocket, lit himself a delicious sip, and puffed.

Martial arts self-cultivation also cultivates the mind, proper leisure is very necessary.

"No problem, I will write a letter to the imperial capital later, but Master, I have to introduce you~"

Hearing that she promised to get some medicinal herbs, his cold face relaxed a little. Sale took advantage of the time of smoking this pipe to listen to Isabella's nagging introduction in silence.

After smoking half of a cigarette, Sarah flicked the tip with her fingertips, and the tobacco was shattered into fine powder through the metal. She stared at Ye Lin's face for a moment, and then invited: "Let's talk about it after entering the Martial Arts Dojo."

There were also some fighters who were practicing with each other in the martial arts hall, honing their fighting skills. Sale took off his shoes and wore white cloth socks, and walked straight to a small table at the edge of the dojo.

Calmly clearing away the wine bottles on the table, Sale nodded his head, and began to recall which student had the habit of drinking tea, and went to ask for some as a treat.

"You are welcome, as long as we have water." Ye Lin said hurriedly.

"The sword god is here. If I don't entertain you and spread the word, it doesn't mean I'm neglectful."

A cup of tea is fragrant, and it is not expensive tea, but Master Sa Le actually invited a man to drink tea, and instantly fell through the eyes of a lot of curious onlookers.

You must know that those nobles and lords came to visit Lord Saleh, and she is just a bowl of white water, put here whether you want to drink it or not, and get out if you don’t drink it.

Most of the time, I don't bother to talk to each other, and I just don't have time and no one is there.

This seems to be the second person she can put tea on.

The last person who received this treatment and put some tea foam was the Emperor of the Empire, Leon Hainrich III.

"You want some, a souvenir?"

Sarah pondered for a long time before realizing what it meant.

Probably in a far away place, someone admired her very much and wanted to use things as a metaphor to show her admiration.

It's like if the emperor rewards the minister with something, even if it's a piece of paper, then there is a high probability that this thing will be treasured and treated as a treasure.

Yelin looked serious, he was really afraid that Saleh would do whatever he wanted, just knock stones from the ground and bring them back to him, he hurriedly added: "If you can write a letter to encourage me, this junior will be very grateful."

If you can bring Aisha a handwritten letter from the God of Fighting, it must be the best treatment and result.

A pen and a notebook were suddenly placed in front of Saleh. Isabella was clever and flattering, and everything was prepared for you, so you can write whatever you want.

Probably because she didn't want to spoil her apprentice's ardor, and to give Yelin, the face of the sword god, she hesitated for a moment, and then she took up a pen and wrote a paragraph.

"By the way, Lord Saleh, I once saw a wounded man outside the dojo."

Ye Lin mentioned his discovery not long ago, if it is harmful to the dojo, it is best to deal with it as soon as possible.

"Hei Yue? Hehe, the wicked will never die."

Sale put down his pen and sneered, as if he was extremely disdainful of this, and didn't bother to answer too much.

However, this name instantly surprised Hiate and Cyrus.

Because of Heiyue, he is also on the most wanted list of the Delos Empire.

This person is the head of the Black Shock Squad!
　There is one more update that will be late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)