Elf, I am really a farmer

After the deal was finalized, Wen Qi showed an embarrassment on his face, spread his hands and said to Sun Dalong:

"Vice Chairman Sun, I'm sorry, I don't have that many life energy cubes at the moment."

In fact, Wen Qi was deliberately concealing the fact that he owned a small world with abundant tree fruit resources, and he had made a lot of energy blocks of various attributes, levels, and qualities.

It's not difficult to come up with four or five hundred yuan.

But he knew very well that scarcity makes things valuable, so he decided to keep some.

Sun Dalong frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly chose to believe Wen Qi. After all, making top-level life energy cubes is not an easy task.

Wen Qi saw this and continued:

"I will send it to you within half a month after I return."

When Sun Dalong heard this, although he was anxious, he also knew that this matter could not be rushed.

He was secretly amazed that Wen Qi was able to produce a top-level life energy cube in just half a month. His cultivation level must be terrifying.

Anyone who can produce top-quality energy cubes is no less capable than a master cultivator.

This type of trainer usually only serves master-level trainers.

Wen Qi is so capable at such a young age, Sun Dalong can't help but admire him more and more.

Thinking of this, Sun Dalong thought of his youngest son, who was about the same age as Wen Qi, or even a few years older, but he was not even a gym trainer, and his performance in all aspects was mediocre.

His only advantage is that he is honest and doesn't cause trouble, which makes him less worried.

But this mediocrity also makes Sun Dalong worried about the future of his youngest son.

Fortunately, the eldest son is quite capable. He is a mid-level leader in the league at around 40 years old and is also a top trainer.

If he is lucky, even if he cannot become vice chairman in the future, he can still become a senior official in the headquarters and it will not be a problem to keep the family business.

At this moment, Sun Dalong was increasingly eager for Hanbawan to break through to the championship level.

He knew in his heart that only in this way could he further increase his power and better help his family and his two sons.

The look he gave Wen Qi was full of expectation and respect, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He secretly decided in his heart that as long as Wen Qi could really provide what he needed, no matter what happened in the future, as long as it did not touch the bottom line of the alliance, he would help Wen Qi get it done even if it meant he had to do everything he could.

If Wen Qi knew what Sun Dalong was thinking, he might really think about becoming a playboy. As long as he didn't go too far, Sun Dalong would help him solve the problem. Of course, this was just a thought.

Afterwards, the two men determined the transaction method and contact information and walked out from the back mountain.

The sunlight from the back mountain shone on them, but it could not dispel the worry in Sun Dalong's heart.

Just as the two exchanged a few pleasantries and Wen Qi was about to say goodbye, Sun Dalong suddenly seemed to remember something, his expression tensed, and he quickly reached out to hold Wen Qi, and said nervously:

"You have to be careful when you go back, I heard someone is planning to attack you.

I heard that as soon as you leave the alliance, they will attack you on your way back.

Why don't you wait a moment and I'll send someone to take you back."

When Wen Qi heard this, he was startled and his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, but he quickly calmed down. After all, he had expected this.

Those people didn't take action before, probably because they were afraid of the alliance headquarters.

It seemed that they really intended to cause trouble on their way back.

Wen Qi glanced at Alakazam in the small world. At this time, Alakazam's strength had reached level 79, only one step away from the peak of the champion and the quasi-master level.

With Hu Di around, Wen Qi was no longer afraid of those people's attacks.

He didn't believe that the other party could find a master-level expert. If so, he could only accept his fate.

Since the other party is unlikely to send out a master-level player, he has Hu Di with him, so he naturally has nothing to worry about.

So, Wen Qi smiled and said to Sun Dalong:

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Sun. I know what's going on. Don't worry. I can handle it."

As he said this, he patted Sun Dalong's shoulder confidently.

Sun Dalong looked at Wen Qi's confident look, feeling puzzled. He scratched his head and thought:

Where does this guy get his confidence?

But when he thought of the Alakazam spoon that Wen Qi had chosen before, he suddenly realized that it seemed that Alakazam was even stronger than he had imagined, and his worries were unnecessary.

However, Sun Dalong's expression suddenly turned a little ugly, as if he remembered something bad, and he looked at Wen Qi hesitantly.

Wen Qi noticed something was wrong with Sun Dalong and asked in confusion:

"Brother Sun, what's wrong?"

Sun Dalong hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, and said:

“Brother Wen, if you are sure, you’d better spare those people’s lives.

They are all playboys with extraordinary backgrounds.

I'm afraid if you kill them, you'll be in big trouble later."

When Wen Qi heard this, he felt annoyed. These people came to him for trouble, but he still had to consider their background.

He suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and asked:

"Brother Sun, do these people have a master trainer in their family?"

Although Sun Dalong didn't understand why Wen Qi asked this, he still answered truthfully:

“It seems not.

There are only seven or eight master trainers currently alive in the league, and half of them are not from the family.

Moreover, those trainers who have master-level families have strict family education and will not participate in such things. "

"I see. That's fine. I understand."

Wen Qi said thoughtfully, with a barely perceptible cold light flashing in his eyes.

Sun Dalong looked confused, not understanding what Wen Qi meant by this. He only felt that there was a hint of murderous intent in his words.

He was about to ask, but Wen Qi continued:

"Brother Sun, don't worry about this matter. Just stand by my side and I won't make things difficult for you.

You help me avoid official troubles, and you don't have to care about their private actions."

After hearing this, Sun Dalong took a breath, his eyes widened, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

He had a vague feeling that Wen Qi might have already made plans to deal with it, and those who had ill intentions would probably be in trouble.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through Sun Dalong's head, and he suddenly realized that Wen Qi had just asked whether there were master-level trainers in those people's homes.

When he heard this question, he was just vaguely curious and didn't think about the deeper meaning of it. He thought Wen Qi was just asking casually.

But at this moment, seeing the barely perceptible cold light flashing in Wen Qi's eyes, Sun Dalong's heart skipped a beat.

A chill ran up my spine and a bad premonition came to my heart.

His eyes were as round as two copper bells, his face was full of fear, his lips were trembling slightly, and he kept repeating in his mind:

"No way, no way, please don't think it is what I think."

All kinds of terrible scenes involuntarily emerged in his mind. If those playboys really offended the tough guy, the consequences would be disastrous.

Combining Wen Qi's question just now and looking at his expression at the moment, Sun Dalong's gaze towards Wen Qi instantly became solemn.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, his chest heaved violently, and his heart seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat.

His heart was surging like a raging storm, with all kinds of thoughts colliding wildly in his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Is Wen Qi's strength really that terrifying?

He is only afraid of master-level trainers, so how strong is he?

Semi-champion?

Championship level?

Or a quasi-master?

Judging from the firmness in the way he spoke, it is certain that the quasi-champion would not be able to say it, so the result would most likely be champion level or quasi-master.

Looking at Wen Qi's confident attitude, the possibility that he is at the quasi-master level is greater.

Thinking of this, Sun Dalong seemed to be illuminated by a light, and finally understood why the young man in front of him spoke so firmly.

It’s not that there is someone backing them up, but that they have strong personal strength and are confident enough.

For a moment, Sun Dalong felt his throat was so dry that it seemed to smoke. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

He raised his hand and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the sweat soaked his palm.

There was surprise and a hint of awe in his eyes, and when he looked at Wen Qi, there was a bit more inquiry and admiration.

He suddenly realized that he might have underestimated this young man before, and he should get along well with him in the future. Maybe Wen Qi could help him at the critical moment.