Seeing this scene, Long Jingxing blinked his eyes and murmured: "What's happening now?"

"It's a bit like having a bonfire party." Yan Qingyi shook his head slightly, unable to accept the current reality, and his tone was full of uncertainty.

The two looked at each other and looked away at the same time.

Seeing that his level 4 had signs of life but fell into a coma, Yan Qingyi turned his attention to Sun Lutang again.

"Your Excellency..." Yan Qingyi just spoke, and his voice suddenly solidified in the air. He recognized Sun Lutang's identity.

Rumble, rumble, rumble~~~~

There seemed to be thunder exploding inside his skull, and he froze in place, like a wooden chicken.

Long Jingxing clasped his hands together, frowned slightly, and cursed in his heart:

How come the dignified area leader of the Hunters Guild is so unstable?

Shaking his head slightly, he touched his bald head and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency is worthy of being a demigod, and you are very magnanimous. What happened today was probably a misunderstanding, and no one has suffered any actual losses. Our Wilderness Temple will definitely not continue to pursue this matter, let alone retaliate afterwards."

"It doesn't matter, it's not like I haven't beaten up the little old corn man before." Sun Lutang smiled, threw down a two-meter-long snake spine, and took a pipa leg that was bigger than a human head by the campfire and continued to eat it.

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Hearing this, Long Jingxing was horrified—Su Mi was the first person in the Wilderness Temple, a living practitioner who was regarded as the only god.

A veteran demigod at level 5, few people even know his real name inside the temple. Most people always refer to him as the "Left Hand of God".

If the man surnamed Long continues to torment him, once he offends the God of War... Yan Qingyi thought for a moment, and a majestic pressure shrouded him like a mountain. White sweat oozed from his forehead. He quickly stood up and bowed slightly: "Mr. Sun Lutang, I am honored to meet you.

Let’s go through the battle between you and our guild president.”

One sentence clearly points out Sun Lutang's identity.

Long Jingxing frowned in confusion, his eyes suddenly widened, and his jaw seemed to be dislocated and unable to close, "He, he, he..."

"Yes, he is the Martial God Sun Lutang, the strongest man in the Federation and the wilderness today." Yan Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to worry about being killed by his pig allies.

Sun Lutang swallowed the meat in his mouth and frowned, "I'll correct you, I didn't fight with your seventh-generation president. It was just that he had a mean mouth back then and some of his words made me feel uncomfortable. That's why I found him.

I beat him up for a reason."

"Yes, yes, I'm confused and can't remember clearly." Yan Qingyi nodded like a fool.

Sun Lutang joked: "I heard that your seventh generation prince is very capable, why don't you protect him?"

Yan Qingyi grinned and smiled, "The president said that life is more important."

After a brief pause, he imitated the sophisticated accent of a gangster and said:

"When you meet an invincible master, bow before you. Don't be afraid of breaking the flowers and plants under your knees."

"To defend your honor and reputation, to risk your life generously is even more bullshit."

"Little brother, you and the people you lead must not do stupid things like this!"

Sun Lutang was stunned for a moment, slapped his thigh fiercely, and said with a smile: "Yes, that's the tune. It's indeed what a little knife boy would say, hahahahaha..."

Little Knife Boy, whose full name is Liu Qidao, was a name that became popular in the wilderness about eighty years ago.

He is known as one of the most outstanding geniuses in the history of the Bloodborne Hunters Hunter Guild.

When he was young, Liu Qidao was good at two things, one was to cut people, and the other was to be mean-mouthed. At that time, he had a widely circulated joke in response to the world:

"Everyone is begging for food in the wilderness. There is still a history of shit. It should be changed to the time when someone took a shit."

Years have passed by, and now no one dares to call him by his nickname when he was young.

After becoming the seventh generation head of the Hunter Guild, his nickname became "Lao Dao".

The stubbled face of his president, covered with scars, flashed through his mind. Yan Qingyi smiled and asked, "May I ask Mr. Sun what you want to talk about?"

"My juniors are from the city and have a better understanding of the situation." Sun Lutang tilted his head slightly and gave guidance with his chin.

Yan Qingyi and Long Jingxing frowned at the same time and said in unison: "In the city?"

"Yes, in the city." Sun Lutang nodded slightly and said no more, but his eyes seemed to say: "You two have any objections?"

The two of them watch their noses and hearts with their eyes and noses, and they are honest and do their duty.

Wang Jun and Sun Buwu took turns talking about the strange situation in City No. 36.

The crackling sparks danced from time to time, and the barbecue was cooled and reheated, heated and cooled again, back and forth countless times.

"The red flag behind Black Front Alley shouldn't be ready to surface yet, right?" Yan Qingyi frowned, his expression solemn.

The situation was far-reaching and wide-ranging, and he overcame the anxiety of life and death, showing the magnanimity of the person in charge of the area.

Long Jingxing has a hairless head and face, hands clasped together, and silently reciting scriptures in his heart. His face is solemn and calm, which also shows the character of a supreme elder.

"The Wilderness Temple hates dealing with any extraordinary people, except of course Mr. Sun and your grandson. You are all pure people who have been trained by yourself and have not been contaminated by external forces in the environment. This is different."

Both of them were expressing their refusal politely. Although they were afraid of death, they seemed not to be so afraid at this moment.

Some things cannot be suppressed with force. Showing force is just to make the other party listen to you calmly.

Sun Lutang chuckled and shook his head, "You two, don't refuse in a hurry. The young man hasn't finished speaking yet. You have to listen to the terms and calculate the pros and cons."

After pondering for a while, Yan Qingyi and Long Jingxing nodded one after another.

Sun Buwu opened his lips and teeth slightly, and saw Sun Lutang shaking his head incomprehensibly.

Understanding what his grandfather meant, he took a breath and shut up.

He nudged Wang Jun with the tip of his elbow without any trace, and then gave him a "come on" look.

Wang Jun did not hesitate and started with a question:
Chapter completed!