Chapter 170 Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Listening to the words of the White Eyebrow King, Lang Ren's expression was the same as usual.

He heard that the other party's words were full of daggers. It seemed that he was doing it for his own good, but in fact, he was threatening him. He threatened that if he didn't have the protection of the White Eyebrow King, he would not be able to go out today. If he didn't hand over the Blood Vessel Water Knife, the top strong man like the White Eyebrow King would do it himself.

He didn't expect that he would meet these big men so soon, and in this way. This also confirmed what he thought before. Sometimes the most terrifying thing is not the evolved beast, but the human being.

But he is no longer the helpless boy, and no longer the character who is at the mercy of others.

He hates others threatening him the most.

"My friend, please don't agree. Our consortium is larger than King Baimei, and the power behind us is more powerful. As long as you are willing, I can not only protect you, but also introduce you to the first-level base. Moreover, the saint of our tribe has just reached the age of leaving the boudoir. You are extraordinary, and I believe that the saint of our tribe will like you very much."

Suddenly, a fat old man came out at the head of the crowd. He smiled and spoke, stroking his long beard, looking very healthy.

As he spoke, a girl in a long skirt with a good appearance behind him looked at Langren.

"Li'er, you are right?" The fat old man turned his head and smiled at the girl in the long skirt behind him. The latter was immediately embarrassed. It was indeed inappropriate to answer such a question in public.

But the old patriarch had already spoken. As a saint, she was naturally not a simple character. Being stared at by so many big men, she did not show a panic.

The girl in the long skirt knew very well that although the saint was noble, she was usually used as a marriage partner. She had no choice. This was her mission. If the marriage partner was a good person, it would be a good fate. It was very difficult to meet a heart-moving marriage partner. Basically, it was up to fate.

However, the moment she saw Lang Ren, she couldn't move her eyes away. When her eyes met Lang Ren's, her heart felt flustered for the first time under her dignified and calm appearance.

This feeling was the first time she experienced it. She felt a little uneasy. She subconsciously clenched her skirt with her hands, and then nodded with a slightly red face, "Hmm".

Seeing the saint's cooperation, the fat old man was overjoyed. He stroked his beard and made an invitation: "As long as you agree, you can be protected and cultivated by the power of our entire clan in the future. I wonder if you are interested in my conditions?"

Hearing this, Lang Ren still had a cold look.

The fat old man did not threaten the whole process. Compared with the White Eyebrow King, he was kinder and more able to win people's hearts.

However, no threat does not mean no conditions.

There is no free lunch in the world.

The other party had a big pattern. Seeing that he was unmoved, he used beauty as a condition for the transaction.

The other party's words were obvious. As long as he agreed, he could get the beauty and even introduce her to the first-level base. His sincerity was more than that of the White Eyebrow King.

The fat old man looked at Lang Ren, smiled slightly, and waited for the answer.

Is it a loss to exchange a knife for a saint and an identity?

No, not at all.

The transaction must be sincere. Using a saint and a first-level base recommendation identity to exchange for a precious sword that can affect the entire unknown land pattern, as well as the benefits of breaking records and leaving a name for eternity, is a completely sure-win business.

With such a precious sword, not only can you break the passage door, but it may even have a miraculous effect on the weirdness deep in Eden. The benefits brought are simply unimaginable.

In this comparison, the White Eyebrow King seemed to be small-minded, with too little sincerity, and wanted to get something for nothing.

"That's the Saint..." Some people showed an envious look. Faced with such a tempting condition, they would definitely agree without hesitation.

However, contrary to many people's expectations, Lang Ren shook his head and refused: "I have no intention. I can't give this knife to anyone."

He answered very firmly. He was not interested in this so-called Saint at all. For him, this kind of love in the form of transaction was better off not having it. Besides, he had an unknown fiancée, and he had no intention of doing so now.

The Blood Vein Water Knife only fell off a piece of bronze rust, and its power was extremely huge. It was a real artifact with great value. Therefore, it was impossible for him to hand over this Blood Vein Water Knife.

Although the Blood Vein Water Knife was haunted by evil spirits, he was not afraid of others using it, but he did not want others to use his weapon.

As the saying goes, if there is no woman in your heart, you will naturally be a god when you draw your sword.

Women, at this moment, would only affect the speed of his sword drawing.

His answer surprised everyone. They were surprised that there were still people in this world who could face the identity of the first-level base and not be moved by the saint. Was he stupid or did he really not care?

Even such a big man lowered his status. Facing such a solicitation, he was so determined... Unless, there was only one possibility left.

That is, he might be the son of a chaebol or warlord of the first-level base, and he was fearless.

For a while, Lang Ren's identity became more mysterious in their eyes.

Seeing him refuse, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and some were afraid. Many people backed off, worried that if Lang Ren was really a junior of the first-level base, if they provoked him, they might be exterminated.

For the top existence like the first-level base, it only takes one word to destroy everyone present.

"That's a pity." Hearing this, the fat old man showed regret, but he didn't say much. Seeing that the other party refused to accept his offer as the head of the consortium, he could only shake his head helplessly, then turned around with his hands folded.

He was very generous and didn't make things difficult for Lang Ren. It was a deal. If the other party refused the deal, there would be no loss, so there was no need to rob him.

The long-skirted girl next to him bowed slightly to Lang Ren, and left a little sadly.

"Sometimes, if you force yourself to break, you will die prematurely if you are too arrogant. If I were you, I would know the current situation and be a hero." The White Eyebrow King showed no sign of leaving, but as usual, he put his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he didn't seem to intend to give up the knife. The threat was self-evident.

He could be the head of the consortium, so he naturally had the support of the first-level base chaebol. At his level, he didn't really care much about the power behind Lang Ren. Now his purpose was very clear. Lang Ren had to hand over this knife today, whether he wanted to or not!

"Oh?"

Lang Ren looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"It's not suitable for you, you can't control it, don't be ungrateful." The look on the White Eyebrow King's face gradually became a little ugly.

"Get lost."

Lang Ren's eyes were like lightning, and his lips opened and closed.

The only response to the White Eyebrow King was this cold word.

After the words fell, the crowd was boiling, and many people opened their eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief, almost thinking if he was crazy.

A junior dared to scold the head of the consortium and told him to get lost?

Is this ignorance fearless, audacious, or courting death?