The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1595 Rob the barren tribe
"I want all the slaves of the Desolate race here!"

"Tsk... These slaves of the Desolate race are good things. Damn it, it's best for them to charge into battle..."

"Whether it's a man or a woman, everyone is qualified as cannon fodder!"

Just as Fang Fan was thinking, a rough voice came from outside the door, and he saw a man with a beard striding in striding in. He was wearing a hard-wearing sword, and he seemed to be an officer who had been in the army.

"Hello, all the slaves of the Desolate race here have been purchased by the Bishop, so please come again next time."

The young man in white robe hesitated for a moment, he probably also saw that this rough man was not easy to provoke, but finally gritted his teeth and walked over to remind him.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think I can't pay contribution points? Or do you think he is superior because he is a priest?"

"Labor and management will not follow this set!"

"Today, labor and management put the words here, what the fuck labor and management want these barren war slaves, what can they do?"

"Labor and capital are also fighting for the temple, why? How about a few war slaves and cannon fodder?"

"These war slaves of the Desolate race are all owned by labor and capital!"

"You, go away!"

The rough man strode over, looking very wild, and even stood directly in front of Fang Fan with a haughty posture.

Fang Fan secretly squinted his eyes, and there were flashes of light in his eyes...

He never wanted to find trouble, but many things...all kinds of troubles insisted on finding him.

"Let me remind you again, I have already bought these slaves of the Desolate race."

"If you continue to provoke trouble, you will bear the consequences!"

Fang Fan glanced coldly at the bearded and rugged man in front of him. He thought he had done his best. If it were normal, he would have rushed over. Now the timing is really special... …

Relatively speaking, he still needs to pay attention to some influences. After all, this is the Temple of the Alliance of Light, and it is his first time here to hang out.

"Yo?"

"What the hell are you still pretending to be with me?"

"Aren't you a fifth-rank bishop? What's the matter? Do you really think you are awesome?"

"Do you know who this is in front of you?"

"Huang Fukui, Deputy Chief of the Third Silver Legion of the Azure Dragon Legion!"

"A fifth-rank bishop, let me be a man with your tail between your legs, get out!"

This time, before the rough young man could speak, a cultivator with fair skin beside him walked over, looking extremely arrogant.

"I don't care who you are, the slaves of the Desolate race, it's already mine!"

"This is the Temple of the Alliance of Light, not a place where you can run wild! Get lost!"

Fang Fan frowned. Originally, he just wanted to come here to buy these slaves of the Desolate Race, but he didn't expect to encounter these things here, and all kinds of troubles continued?

"Fuck! What the hell is your attitude? Are you so arrogant in front of our deputy army commander Huangfu?"

"Today I will teach you how to be a human being!"

Seeing that Fang Fan didn't give him face, the cultivator with fair and tender face immediately became furious and started screaming. The sharp voice almost killed Fang Fan on the spot.

While yelling, the cultivator with fair and tender face raised his hand and wanted to shave Fang Fan's ears.

Snapped……

A loud slap sounded, and Fang Fan had already struck ahead of time.

A slap across the face was clear.

This cultivator with a white and tender face looks extremely arrogant, but he is actually a cultivator of the Emperor's Realm.

(End of this chapter)