When we arrived at the place, we saw some people gathering in front of a palace and queuing up. Specialized people were inspecting the paper fans as tokens to prevent others from getting in.
Meng Zhao could clearly see that some of the martial arts skills seemed to be acquired, and he couldn't help but wonder,
"Why are there still people from the acquired realm inside? Isn't this an innate gathering?"
Niu Dali shook his head and was a little confused. He seemed not to have expected this situation and wondered,
"Who knows what He Liu is thinking. Isn't asking these people to come in to cause trouble? If they don't have the strength or ability, they will just watch the fun and wave the flag and shout, how about we go back?"
Originally, he had a lot of expectations for this gathering. He felt that He Liu was smart and skillful, and would create a big situation. However, he discovered just before the start that this guy was very hungry, and this group of acquired weaklings actually He also pulled him in and lowered his temper in vain to make him feel better.
There is a saying that dragons do not live with snakes. Nature and nurture are actually a similar class relationship. People are not on the same level. If they are forced to be put together, it will easily backfire.
There must be more than one person with similar thoughts to Ru Niu Dali. Just as a few people were talking, they saw a Xiantian holding a paper fan. He looked at several Houtian warriors in line with contempt, discarded the paper fan on the ground, turned around and left. go.
But soon, someone rushed out of the palace and chased after him. It was obvious that there was an informant outside who saw this situation and reported it to the people inside to remedy the situation.
I saw that this person was involved with the innate, and after talking for a while, he persuaded the person to come back, and entered the palace directly without any more tricks to prove his identity.
Meng Zhao thought thoughtfully, it seemed that it was really not a simple gathering, otherwise the people inside would not have caught up and persuaded the Xiantian who had given up his mind to go back.
"Okay, Lao Niu, just stop nagging. You and I also came from the day after tomorrow. There is no need to be so harsh. He Liu has a high prestige among casual cultivators. His face has to be sold. We go in."
After verifying their identities, several people each received a square plate polished with iron sheets, with numbers written on it, which should correspond to the identities of several people and their positions on the field, which was quite familiar.
The entire side hall was now arranged in a modern auction style. In the center of the venue, a circular stone platform more than three feet high was temporarily pieced together. It occupied a large area and was guarded by powerful warriors on the left and right.
Around the round platform, there are some tables, chairs and benches, which have already been prepared with fruits, snacks, drinks, etc. Judging from the size, it can accommodate about a hundred people, which is not too small.
Following the number plate and under the guidance of an acquired warrior, Meng Zhao and others came to sit down at a round table in the east area. Four people fit into the same table. Next to them were warriors who had reached the innate level of martial arts. There were several He and Meng Zhao were just acquaintances and had communicated with each other. Because they were familiar with each other, the atmosphere was harmonious.
A rough calculation shows that if this area is full of people, there should be thirty seats, which also represents the powerful force of thirty innate warriors. Generally, large sects may not have so many innate warriors.
The other three districts have 70 seats, but they are all just acquired warriors, and their influence is far less than that of the East District.
Not long after Meng Zhao sat down, he saw an acquaintance coming to the East District according to the number plate, and he couldn't help but smile.
The man noticed that someone was paying attention to him. As his eyes changed, his eyes also turned to Meng Zhao. His expression was startled. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he quickly pretended not to recognize him.
"What, Brother Bi, did that person have a problem with you?"
It has to be said that Zheng Que's attitude towards Meng Zhao has been earth-shaking since the wine business was basically finalized. He is not trying to please, but he is really paying attention to him all the time. If there is a conflict of interests, it won't matter if he doesn't take it seriously.
Su Canze looked at the man cautiously and said,
"I know him. He is the successor of Tongyou Demon Kung. He has risen quickly. Although he is not well-known, his skills are very hard and he is not a good person. If we really want to deal with him, we can do it together. I can think of a way and it should be guaranteed. Foolproof.”
As expected, Su Can was a ruthless person and didn't talk much. Even though he only had one sentence, he made his position clear and supported Meng Zhao.
Moreover, he had already thought of a way to kill the opponent, and his thinking was very fast. Meng Zhao believed that he was not lying.
Niu Dali, on the other hand, was a little confused. He dangled the big golden ring, scratched his head, and said in confusion,
"No, what are your heads and eyes like? You two are obviously old acquaintances with my brother, and we may not even be friends with each other. Why do you think you have a problem with me?"
Meng Zhao was startled, turned his head and looked at Niu Dali carefully. It was only when he saw that the seemingly honest, but actually shrewd man felt uncomfortable all over, that he exclaimed,
"Brother Niu, you really have a pair of wise eyes. Yes, this person's name is Xue Ying. I just met him not long ago. He is definitely not an enemy. After the meeting is over, everyone can sit together and have a drink and make friends. friend."
That man was Xue Ying, who had a grudge against the Chen family and was once the son of a bully in Kunnan County. Meng Zhao also had a deal with him, which played a vital role in his sudden enlightenment on the martial arts he created.
Zheng Que, Su Can and others were all shocked. They even had more wild thoughts about Meng Zhao's true identity, and even doubted whether their previous guesses were wrong.
In their opinion, Meng Zhao should be from a noble family or an important child of a large family. He has wide connections, strong backing, strong strength, and thick thighs, so he can support Sapphire's wine business.
However, if this is the case, there is no reason why Meng Zhao would know such a person who was born in the evil world and has a low reputation. The two should not have any intersection.
Of course, the two of them didn't dare to change the way they got along with Meng Zhao just because of such a speculation. The main reason was that they didn't care. As long as Meng Zhao could protect their interests, it didn't matter what Meng Zhao's identity was.
Furthermore, considering their identities, they shouldn’t know Meng Zhao. They are not good friends now, or even have the same interests?
Niu Dali, on the other hand, seemed a little excited and kept saying,
"Hahaha, blah blah blah, Lao Niu, I don't have any other abilities. Apart from being stronger in martial arts, being a better person, and having better eyesight, I don't have any special abilities.
However, Xue Ying's demon-bending skill is indeed very attractive. I wonder if he has obtained the true inheritance of the powerful god and demon. "
Although Niu Dali is very scheming, he is still essentially a warrior who worships force. His lifelong ambition is to become a great hero and supreme strongman like Hercules Demon Dian Wei. Naturally, he is very interested in Xue Ying, who inherits part of Dian Wei's martial arts. .
"Whether I got the true inheritance or not, you will find out after we get to know each other and have a fight, but I don't think you will be disappointed."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, 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.
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 fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him 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.
