Faced with Nanfeng's harsh words, Vanuqing smiled disdainfully.
In his opinion, such cruel words have no effect on him at all.
Behind Vanuqing, his six followers laughed.
One of them came forward and said mockingly: "Kid, my ten-year-old son is a head taller than you."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to touch Nanfeng's head.
"It's so pitiful that your son will soon be without a father."
Nanfeng sneered and struck out with his right hand like lightning. The opponent also turned his palm into a fist in an instant and punched Nanfeng hard.
Boom
A muffled sound echoed at the entrance of the martial arts arena. Some low-powered melon eaters at the door immediately saw stars in their eyes and their eardrums were about to be shattered.
Nanfeng had already considered this situation, so he only used three points of force in the punch just now, otherwise many passers-by would have been killed or injured.
"Made, you must be crazy to do something outside the martial arts arena."
"They don't take care of us theatergoers at all. I want to complain."
"Ah, what are you talking about? Why can't I hear anything?"
The weaker melon-eaters covered their ears and backed away, fearing that Nanfeng and the two would continue to fight and the aftermath of the battle would shock them to death.
Those who stood still and did not move were all very powerful, at least level 30 or above.
"stop."
In the King of Fighters Arena, an old and indifferent voice sounded.
Nanfeng's heart skipped a beat and he sensed a hint of danger.
The owner of this voice is very strong, at least level 40 or above.
He gave up his plan to continue attacking and silently took a step back, standing behind Yan Nujiao. ??
Yan Nujiao did not blame Nanfeng for taking action rashly. She looked at Vanuqing and said coldly: "Wanuqing, see you on the stage."
Vanuqing snorted coldly, ignored Yan Nujiao, and looked at Nanfeng twice more.
"let's go."
Yan Nujiao led Nan Feng and Man Ning into the martial arts arena quickly.
After they walked away, Vanuqing asked the people around him in a low voice: "Asam, how strong is that person?"
The strong man who had just fought with Nanfeng said in a deep voice: "It's very powerful. You can take a punch from me at level 36. It's incredible."
As if he felt that this sentence was a bit too presumptuous, Asamu added: "I only used 5 points of strength just now."
"Level 36" Vanuqing sneered several times, "He is actually a chosen one, haha."
Vanuqing immediately guessed the identity of the Chosen One of the South Wind.
If this was the territory of the Wadeka Empire, Vanuqing would definitely attack Nanfeng and steal his divine weapon.
But this is Liuyun City, the junction of the three empires. There are many major families in the city, and there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It is not a wise choice to take action in the city.
Moreover, not everyone wants to be the enemy of the Chosen One.
Half a month ago, the Zhao family of the Falling Sun Empire publicly stated that they would not be enemies of this generation of chosen ones, and sincerely invited the chosen ones to visit the Zhao family.
There are also some families that have even secretly reached cooperative relationships with some of the Chosen Ones.
In this delicate situation, Vanuqing would definitely not attack Nanfeng rashly.
"The next topic of treasure hunting in ruins may be an opportunity." Vanuqing led his followers into the martial arts arena and murmured in a low voice.
The female reporter watched everyone go in, already thinking about tomorrow's headlines in her mind.
If Yan Nujiao wins, the title should read "Shocked, the little dwarf angrily beats up the giant, a small body can also explode with great power."
If Vanuqin's side wins, then the title will read "This is the giant. Research shows that the Wadekars are the race closest to gods."
No matter what the result is tonight, the heat will be there tomorrow anyway.
Inside the King of Fighters Arena.
The huge martial arts arena was filled with people.
The surrounding auditoriums were already full of spectators, whispering among themselves and discussing tonight's competition.
Nanfeng discovered that there were Black Gold Casino signs everywhere in the martial arts arena, and Black Gold Casino staff were reporting odds in real time.
Many viewers had the mentality of having fun and placed some bets, hoping to win a little money to spend.
Of course, there are also the kind of dog gamblers who make big bets and want to get rich overnight, but this kind of dog gamblers usually don't end well.
The three of them from Nanfeng didn't stay any longer and went straight to Yan Nujiao's exclusive preparation hall.
The tournament is about to begin.
"Did you see the ring in the middle of the martial arts arena?"
Yan Nujiao pointed to the eight arenas in the middle of the martial arts arena and explained: "The contestants with the highest points in the arena are the original champions of these eight arenas."
"After the competition starts, everyone can challenge the champion at will. The winning party will become the new champion. The losing party will step down. If they still have fighting ability, they can continue to challenge."
"The contestant who successfully defends the ring for half an hour will become the final ring champion and advance to the next round."
The rules of the competition are very simple, just a very ordinary ring battle.
It's just that this is a team arena battle, a battle between followers and followers, 6vs6.
This not only tests the individual strength of the followers, but also tests their cooperation with each other.
Of course, Yan Nujiao's team is special. She only has two followers, so she needs 2 to fight 6.
Nanfeng asked: "If you can advance to the next round by holding on for half an hour, doesn't that mean you can cheat?"
For example, Nanfeng first stood in a ring, and then Long Wudi and his team came up to challenge. Nanfeng first defeated the other five, and then fought with Long Wudi for 300 rounds. If he delayed him for half an hour, wouldn't he be able to win the game easily?
Yan Nujiao knew what Nanfeng was thinking and said, "In the beginning, some families did take advantage of this loophole and use the rules to win."
"But the rules of the competition were soon changed. No matter how long the battle lasted during the challenge, it would only count for a maximum of 5 minutes. Even if two teams fought for a whole day and a night, it would only count as holding the ring for 5 minutes."
"And the organizers are very strict now. If someone is found to be cheating, they will be eliminated directly."
That's it. Nanfeng nodded slightly.
Yan Nujiao continued: "We only have two people here, so we are at a huge disadvantage. I suggest you don't rush to play and let them fight first."
"When they are all tired and have no fighting power, you can pick a relatively weak champion and challenge them."
"This way our chances of advancing will be slightly greater."
Nan Feng and Man Ning nodded at the same time. This was indeed a good idea.
There were still 10 minutes left before the start of the game. Nanfeng was just about to close his eyes and rest for a while to prepare for the next battle, when Long Wudi's voice came to his ears.
Long Wudi: "Brother Feng, are you there?"
Nanfeng tapped the tactical earphones and lowered his voice: "I'm here, what's wrong?"
Long Wudi: "Are you in the preparation hall? Come to the toilet. I have something important to discuss with you."
Nanfeng stood up calmly and prepared to go out.
Yan Nujiao asked doubtfully: "Lu Xiaobu, where are you going? The competition will start soon."
Nan Feng coughed lightly and said, "I'm going to empty my stomach of all the food in my stomach."
After saying that, Nanfeng hurried out and ran to the public toilet.
Snapped.
Opening the door of the public toilet, Nan Feng saw Long Wudi with a chicken coop on his head, studying the small advertisement on the wall with his hands behind his back.
Nanfeng: "What's wrong, Brother Long, why are you looking for me?"
Long Wudi turned around with a serious face: "Lend me some money."
"Brother Shen"
"Um"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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