Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 203 Verification of Strength
"Er Yanhai?" Of the several charts that dialect has mastered, one is near Er Yanhai, which is also one of the places where Ziyue Huhua is produced. However, Er Yanhai has a wide range, no less than millions of miles, and I don't know the other side. The place you said is not far from where you are looking for.

The three people next to them seemed to have noticed that the voices of themselves and others had attracted the attention of others, so they quickly silenced their voices and continued to communicate with each other.

It seemed that there was something difficult, and Fang Yan noticed that the three of them had been frowning.

More and more monks gathered in the lobby, and Dialect was listening to the discussions, bragging, and compliments from time to time, and there were also many people who didn't like each other mocking each other here. The voice, the world of self-cultivation, and the world of self-cultivation are nothing but a world where magic has been cultivated. Except for various magic skills, it is not much different from the world of mortals.

While dialect was expressing emotion here, suddenly the voices of those three people came out again, this time they didn't take it back, it seemed that the three people had different opinions, and the place they were talking about was Er Yanhai.

"No, Zhou Hu's injury hasn't recovered yet, so we can't take him to take risks."

"But after a while, I'm afraid there won't be such a good opportunity."

"No matter what, Zhou Hu can't be allowed to take risks. If something goes wrong this time, he really has no chance to recover. I will definitely not let this happen."

"Brother Tie, this opportunity is rare."

"It's rare that we can't take Zhou Hu's risk. At worst, we can find a new partner."

"Boss Tie, if we find high-level monks, will they be distributed equally with us? How can low-level monks have Zhou Hu's defensive ability?"

The three of you were arguing over there, and I was arguing over there. Although the voices were not loud, the dialect sitting next to him could still be heard clearly. This iron boss is so considerate of his brother, but he has a temper for the dialect.

After listening to the dialect for a while, I understood what these three people were arguing about. Originally, there should be four people in their team. The one who didn’t come was Zhou Hu. When I went to sea this time, I found a place and wanted to go treasure hunting, but suffered from the loss of the strength of the team, so I discussed it here.

They are not afraid of what they have discussed being heard by others. Most of the people eating here are talking about their treasure hunting experiences. Even if they come here for the first time, they can recognize the dialect. Nine out of ten news are false, or at least exaggerated a lot.

The three people beside them didn't reveal anything at all. No one would just follow someone else's words indiscriminately. Rich, high-level items can be encountered anywhere, there is no need to follow an uncertain news to take risks.

However, Dialect is very interested in what these three people are talking about, and his cultivation level is similar to his own. Although it was originally a fixed team, now it happens to be a monk who can provide strong defense, and he can do this.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan stood up and came to the table of the three of them: "How many friends are you looking for a teammate to go to sea?"

Looking at the uninvited dialect, the three of them showed a look of guard. After seeing the dialect's cultivation level clearly, the guard eased a little: "You are?"

"In Xia Yanyue, I was sitting next to three fellow Taoists just now, and I heard what the three were discussing, so I took the liberty to ask."

"We are looking for a teammate, but a fellow daoist doesn't meet our requirements, please forgive me." The iron boss said in a deep voice after probing the dialect below.

"I think that you feel that your cultivation base is not enough? But I just heard that a few monks are looking for a monk in charge of defense. I am not talented, and I feel that I can do it." Fang Yan was not angry, but continued.

"Huh?" Boss Tie and the others all looked at the dialect with expressions of disbelief.

"If the three of you don't believe me, we can find a place to try. I'm confident that the fifth-order sea monsters won't be able to break through my defense."

The dialect's breathing technique is still the same as before. Those left by Jiu Huan have not yet cultivated to the fullest. People around can find out the dialect's actual cultivation level if they want to. This sentence has just been finished, and the three people haven't spoken yet. But I heard disdainful voices from several people around: "Where did the madman come from, who dared to say that he could block the attack of a fifth-order sea monster with a mere eleventh floor of the foundation? The monk attacked?"

"Great cultivator Jindan can kill him without a finger, and he is bragging here."

"Maybe, the last time I saw a monk who established a great foundation really blocked the blow of a golden core monk. Although the magic weapon was shattered in the end, it was finally blocked."

"I also know what you said. It's just the magnanimity of the Jindan cultivator, who didn't use his full strength. If he had done his best, he could be smashed in one blow. How could he only damage a magic weapon."

"How could you have me know about this..."

Soon the focus of everyone's discussion was no longer on the dialect. They only thought that he was an arrogant monk who blew out big words at will. He was already arguing over there who won and who lost the last battle between the Golden Core monk and the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monk. Here comes the problem.

Dialect didn't pay attention to these words at all, but just quietly looked at the three people in front of him.

"You heard what those people said just now. Even fellow Daoist Zhou Hu can't guarantee that he can withstand the attack of the fifth-order sea monster."

The man who had been arguing with Boss Tie asked aloud.

"Under Yanyue, what is the name of this Taoist brother?"

"Liu Rufeng."

"Brother Liu Dao, if you can block it, you will know once you try it, why bother arguing here and being treated like a monkey."

"You?" Liu Rufeng choked for a moment, then turned to look at Boss Tie beside him.

Boss Tie noticed the gazes from his two companions: "Okay, Yan Yue, let's find a place to try, if it's as you said, you will be counted as one this time."

There is no need to find any other place. You can try it in the secret room of the inn. Anyway, it is not a real fight, but just to test the defensive strength of the dialect.

Fang Yan led the three of them into the secret room he had rented.

"Guys, do you need individual defense or group defense?" Just after entering, Fang Yan asked the three of them.

"Why, don't you have a way to protect us all?" Liu Rufeng suddenly said another sentence when he heard the dialect's words.

However, Dialect ignored his words, and after listening, he said directly: "It turns out that the three of you are just looking for a meat shield, that would be much simpler." As he spoke, Dialect sacrificed a magic weapon, Peach Miasma Armor, Now there are quite a few defensive magic weapons in dialects. In terms of the strongest and weakest, the spell spirit armor in dialects is no worse than the fire spirit armor, and even stronger. It's just that in the East China Sea, the fire magic weapons are naturally affected. Restraint, Dialect didn't use it, not to mention that it's not really a fight now, it's just to let these people know their own strength.

"Several, you can try the defense of my spirit armor and see if it is as I said." After sacrificing the peach miasma armor, Fang Yan said to the three of them calmly.

The three of them seemed to be seeing such a beautiful spirit armor as Tao Miasma Armor for the first time, and they were a little crazy for a while. Liu Rufeng even stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but was patted by another companion beside him before he came back to his senses. .

"Yan Daoyou, this magic weapon is very beautiful, but the specific effect needs to be tested." The first one to speak was Tie Boss, and as he spoke, a flame gathered in his hand and patted the dialect peach miasma armor.

There is no suspense, Tao Miasma Armor cannot be hurt by this kind of spell at all, it seems that the iron boss still has scruples, worried that Tao Miasma Armor will be damaged.

"Don't worry, if there is any trick, just experiment."

The three heard the meaning of the dialect, and knew that if they didn't show some real skills, the dialect would make them look down on them.

"Boss Tie, I'm coming." The monk who spoke in a dialect whose name he didn't know, the monk who had been silent all this time, was unambiguous in his hands, and between the movements of his palms, there were bursts of ice-type mana fluctuations. It was actually no worse than the ice condensed by the dialect, but unfortunately, this kind of powerful attack could not damage Tao Miasma at all.

(End of this chapter)