This state proves Qiu Yu's uniqueness. Anyway, he is an indispensable person, so he has some capital that people should not be underestimated.

Such large-scale battles are rare, which is equivalent to challenging Song Yanluo and the authority of many guards. Naturally, they will not give up. The eyes were flashing fiercely, and they stared at the strong men squatting on the ground, like wild wolves who wanted to eat people.

Song Yanluo was so angry that he was so angry that he never expected that a group of slaves would be so bold that they would dare to fight under his nose. That's not bad. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and scolded: "Bitch, are you full and full? You still have the strength to fight and seek death. Come on, let's beat me and them hard."

With a command, the guards rushed over like wolves, either swung sticks to hit the slaves, or waved their whips and beat them hard. The strong men became very honest at this moment, and they dared not resist even if they were beaten to death.

While watching coldly, Qiu Yu cursed in his heart, saying, "It's just a shame, and this time he is not arrogant anymore!" He was not idle either. He waved his spiritual power and opened the mud seal on the wine jar. He didn't have to pick it up and drink it. He opened his mouth and sucked the wine inside, and rushed out like a piece of training, as if a green dragon absorbed water.

The guards were surprised when they saw this boy's behavior at a glance. They were so happy that they had a good alcohol tolerance, just like drinking water, and they looked very chic.

Maybe this is also the same as the two heavens of ice and fire. On one side, the strong men were beaten up and endured the pain with grinning. On the other side, Qiu Yu was very happy to eat and drink, and finally had a great time.

First, he beaten the strong men completely convinced them. Song Yanluo said with a dark face again: "You are so idle, you dare to fight here. I ask you what the reason is?"

As the saying goes, there is no wind and waves. A group of strong men have all participated in the fight. There must be a reason. It is impossible to just let it go. He has to find out the truth before he can handle it properly.

Faced with such a cruel and ruthless guy who holds the power of life and death, the strong men were silent, fearing that they would be killed.

"Speak quickly, otherwise I will destroy you all." Song Yanluo scolded him loudly.

After experiencing a series of events, the strong men's psychological defense completely collapsed and were all frightened. Someone hurriedly responded: "To grab meat to eat..."

After saying this, Song Yanluo understood, and frowned and said angrily: "It seems that you want to grab meat and eat it, so you fight. It's really a bastard. Only that kid has the ability to melt meteorites in a group, so wine and meat are rewarded. If you have such skills, you can eat it. Let's say, who can extract the black iron from the meteorite?"

In terms of skill, there are definitely those who are better than Qiu Yu. After all, there are even more powerful players. However, in terms of fire-attribute martial arts, it is difficult for someone to beat them. They are quite inferior, so no one says anything.

"What's wrong? No one has ever said anything about this time. Is there anyone who can extract the black iron? Humph, no, then let me calm down. The wine and meat are specially provided to him. Whoever dares to snatch it in the future will destroy him." Song Yanluo said with a ferocious face.

For him, a bunch of slaves are chess pieces, and the most important ones have their own weight in their hearts. There are many people who can cut meteorites in the realm of fusion, but only one person has been melted and extracted black iron. So even if he is quite dissatisfied with this kid, he will win over it and prepare to destroy the other party after the matter is done.

Speaking of this, the strong are afraid of the hearts and naturally do not dare to make any changes. After all, being able to live is the most important thing, and they are afraid of being killed because of this.

In this incident, only Qiu Yu became the only slave who was not punished, just eating meat and drinking. Just when the guard leader Song Yanluo taught a lesson for a group of strong men, he had already finished eating and drinking. The long-lost feeling of fullness made him feel particularly comfortable.

Song Yanluo saw this look so angry that he even became murderous. However, he could not show it yet. He glanced at him, his expression on his face calmed down, and he said in a deep voice: "Young man, have you seen it? Your treatment makes everyone jealous. If you can't extract enough amount of black iron, you are sorry for the good wine and meat you ate."

Don’t I know that you are using me now and can’t tell me how to deal with me after you’re done! As Qiu Yu, who is scheming, he can naturally guess what the old guy is thinking, and he doesn’t care. Just in line with that sentence, it’s not certain who will kill him. Let’s ride a donkey and read the songbook and read it.

Having an idea in mind, Qiu Yu nodded and said, "Please rest assured, I will do my best."

"Yes, as long as you know." Song Yanluo said with satisfaction. In order to avoid another fight, he ordered his subordinates to take strict supervision of a group of slaves and then left.

The strong men had no choice but to admit that they were unlucky, and they had not eaten enough. They consumed their spiritual power during the fight and were punished again, which made them dejected and wilted like eggplants beaten by frost.

Of course, the most unlucky one is Mr. Zeng from Wanjian Sect, who lies on the ground with blood all over his body, and no one cares about it, and lets him die.

The guards ordered a group of slaves to return to their positions. Everyone came to the rest area where some straw mats were placed as beds. They sat on it, almost all using their energy to heal their wounds.

The leisurely one is Qiu Yu. He stayed away from these powerful people, jumped onto a rock, and meditated cross-legged into practice. Even in adversity, he did not dare to slack off at all.

Looking at the sea of ​​consciousness, the Nine-tailed Heavenly Demon has undergone self-repair and the red sun shining with the blood ginseng seeds. His physical condition has improved a lot. Although his face is pale, he can move freely. He has a look of relief on his charming face. He thinks this kid is really good. At least he is smart, strong willpower, and ambitious, and has unlimited potential!

The square was silent. Late night was coming. The mysterious sky was full of stars, while Qiu Yu was still in hard practice. His palms formed strange seals and breathed evenly...

It was not until the middle of the night that Qiu Yu lie on the rocks in his clothes, closed his eyes and entered his sleep.

The next morning, a monster flew onto the thick wall of the yard, but it was a three-legged chicken. It was about ten feet tall, with a crown as big as a palm fan, and its feathers were extremely gorgeous. It looked majestic and screamed at the top of its throat.

“Oh…oh…oh…”

This indicates that the new day is about to begin, and all the slaves are getting up to work. Although they are sleeping soundly, everyone still dare not slack off. They hurriedly stood up and stood in a row, waiting for the guards to come and check, which is comparable to militarized management.
Chapter completed!