Chapter 495 Arrogant and Unreasonable

After Zhao Yiming separated from Wang Shao, he deliberately slowed down his progress and kept hunting all kinds of monsters. This achievement was considered remarkable. When he arrived at the oasis, his experience value had reached Six million.

He took inventory of his belongings and found only five secret books in total. Among them, the earth-level low-level skills and one of the local sand palms were the final components of the five-poison divine palms of the heaven-level low-level skills. He combined them into five more Poison God Palm.

There are four human-level techniques, two of which are low-grade, namely Wing Chun and Bajiquan, and two are mid-grade, namely Baguazhang and Youlongbu. These two sets of techniques can be synthesized into earth-level mid-grade techniques. Dharma Bagua and Dragon Palm.

As for what is left are some wound medicine and miscellaneous items, overall the harvest is not bad. If it continues like this, I can enter the Grandmaster realm when I walk out of the desert.

The scale of this oasis is not small, and it also seems a bit prosperous. People of all ethnic groups can be seen here. Everyone is coming and going in a hurry, making it very busy.

He saw a huge word "wine" hanging in front of a yurt, so he opened the curtain and walked in. He saw that the place seemed a bit shabby. They were all ordinary wooden tables and chairs with very rough workmanship.

He walked to the corner and sat down. No one came to greet him for a long time, so he shouted loudly: "What are you talking about? Why is there no one to greet the guests?"

A middle-aged man sitting opposite laughed and said: "It seems this brother is here for the first time!"

Zhao Yiming nodded and said, "This brother is right. Are there any rules here?"

The middle-aged man said cheerfully: "Although this is the largest oasis of this generation, it is under the control of the Yanhuo tribe. All life is very difficult. No one cares about anyone. If you want to eat, just go there Tell the boss and he will serve it to you after making arrangements."

Zhao Yiming said oh, and then said with a smile: "Thank you for telling me, brother."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the boss. That guy looked like he didn't care about flirting with him. Anyway, all the people who come here to eat are poor people.

He chuckled, slapped a golden ticket on the counter and said, "Here are one hundred taels of golden tickets. If you have anything delicious, bring it to me. If you don't have enough, I will give it to you."

The boss's eyes suddenly widened. He reached out and grabbed the golden ticket. He looked at it carefully and made sure that the golden ticket was not a fake. Then he turned and walked to the kitchen.

Zhao Yiming shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat. He saw the middle-aged man with a regretful look on his face, as if he had done something wrong.

While he was hesitating, the boss came to his table and placed a plate of pickles in front of him, and then a bowl of gruel.

He looked at the boss in great surprise and said, "Are you kidding me? I will buy you a plate of moldy pickles and a bowl of rice porridge with one hundred taels of gold."

The boss said fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about here? Who saw you giving me a golden ticket? Besides, these two things can only be bought for one hundred taels. If you give me a thousand taels of gold tickets, the matter will be over."

Zhao Yiming was happy when he heard this, and said with a smile on his face: "I don't think much of a mere thousand taels of gold tickets, but with these two pieces of crap, you must be crazy for being poor!"

The boss said with disdain: "I have changed my mind now. I want 10,000 taels of gold for these two things. If you dare to say no, I will break your hands and feet and drag you to the backyard to feed the dogs." "

Zhao Yiming chuckled and said, "You are quite skilled in this business. It seems you have done it a lot before. I don't want to pay for this golden ticket. You can give me a try."

The boss yelled: "What are you dead guys doing? If someone comes to our place to eat a meal, why don't you come out quickly?"

Then there was a sound of footsteps, and dozens of big men rushed out from behind, each holding a wooden stick in their hands, obviously prepared.

Zhao Yiming curled his lips in disdain, shook his head and said: "It seems that I have entered a black shop. Didn't I say that this is the territory of the Yanhuo tribe? Isn't there anyone who takes care of it?"

The middle-aged man persuaded from the side: "This boss is from the Yanhuo tribe. He only opened a store here because he was old and weak. You'd better spend money to eliminate the disaster!"

Zhao Yiming said with a smile: "I am a donkey. If it goes with my heart, then whatever happens is fine. If it doesn't go with my heart, then don't even think about it."

The boss had a sinister smile on his face, waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Kill this bastard to death and search for all the money he has on him."

Zhao Yiming slapped his hand on the table, and all the pickles flew into the air. He then flicked his sleeve, and the pickles shot towards the strong men like bullets.

Then I heard a scream coming over. These strong men were lying on the ground, each of them had a few hard vegetables stuck in their bodies, and they kept wailing there.

The boss was obviously taken aback. He pointed at Zhao Yiming and said, "You are so brave. You dare to hurt our Yanhuo people. If you dare, don't run away from here. I'll call someone to take care of you now." you."

Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "I have never been dealt with by anyone in my life. I will be waiting for you here. If you dare not come, I will order your store."

The boss turned around and ran out in a hurry. The middle-aged man persuaded him again: "That old guy must have gone to find the patrol team. You'd better run away!"

Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, brother, but I always keep my word. Since I said I would wait for him here, I will definitely not leave."

The middle-aged man sighed softly, walked to his side, and suddenly a cold light appeared in his eyes and said: "As expected of the leader of the Ming Cult, he is indeed courageous, but you go to hell!"

His whole palm turned red, and he slapped it, and a wave of heat hit him. This heat wave looked extremely hot when it touched people's faces.

At the same time, a figure flashed at the door, and the boss who had already walked out rushed in again. His hands also turned red, and he punched out with both fists, blocking all his escape routes.

The strong men lying on the ground and the diners eating nearby also rushed forward at the same time. Although they used different moves, their hands were all extremely hot.

Zhao Yiming looked very calm and kicked up the table in front of him. When he saw the table rolling in the air, he immediately slapped it on the table.

The whole table became torn apart, and the wooden blocks hit other people. At this time, the middle-aged man and the old man who were the main attackers had already attacked in front of him.