"What was that just now? Why did it only pass by the soldiers and kill more than ten of them?"
"Do you think... that could have been that damned Hell Demon Dragon?"
"It had better not be. If the Hell Demon Dragon is that powerful, what do we have to fight it with?"
"I wonder what the highest level among those things is. Uncle Xian, the highest-level person among us, has only just reached level 82. If we do not even have a max-level player, how are we supposed to fight the Hell Demon Dragon?"
"Yeah! Our levels are too low. Uncle Xian, you must have some idea, right?"
"What idea would I have? Huh?"
While Qin Shaofeng was absentmindedly pondering what methods the master of the tomb manor might use against them, waves of bustling noise drifted over from the city gate.
It came from far away, gradually drawing closer.
When Cheng Zixian finally spoke, he noticed Qin Shaofeng's presence.
Others might have felt an instinctive dislike toward Qin Shaofeng.
Cheng Zixian was the exception.
He clearly remembered that when they had first entered, Qin Shaofeng—whom none of them had thought highly of—had effortlessly slain eight Peak Earth Star Position experts from the Jiang Family, Luo Family, and Chen Family.
If Qin Shaofeng, who possessed a God-grade Martial Skill, came here and accomplished nothing, Cheng Zixian simply could not believe it.
Especially now, when he once again saw Qin Shaofeng standing before the equipment-crafting merchant's stall within the city, that feeling of doubt became even stronger.
After three days in this game world, he naturally knew what the equipment-crafting merchant was for.
Yet after three days, he had reached level 82 and accumulated a great deal of gold, but he had never needed to visit the weapon-forging merchant.
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