I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

Cui Han's hearty voice reached the ears of every prisoner present, and those prisoners who were washing up poked their heads out of the room door, and looked at Yang Xuan with a shocked look!
"What? Mr. Yang is going to the North District?"

"Dare to go to the North District alone? Isn't this Yang being too big?"

"It's good to let him see and see, so as not to look like his eyes are above the top all day. I just can't understand his calm and breezy virtue."

Hearing that Yang Xuan was going to the North District, the whole South District suddenly boiled.

Yang Xuan just smiled lightly, and under the attention of everyone, he jumped onto the open space and walked to Cui Han's side with a calm expression.

"Let's go, let me see what kind of masters there are in the legendary North District."

With that said, Yang Xuan lit a cigarette of fairy grass, and walked towards the iron gate between the two districts with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the huge iron gate three meters high and five meters wide, Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, with a confident smile on his face all the time, as if he was just going to the countryside for fun.

Seeing this, Cui Han immediately followed, took off a bunch of keys from his waist, and inserted them into the keyhole next to the iron gate.

With an ear-piercing rubbing sound, the iron door slowly opened, and a gust of wind blew in, causing the guards on the side to shudder.

"Mr. Yang, I won't see you off. It's eight o'clock in the morning, and the door will open again in an hour. I hope you can come back on time!"

Cui Han said to Yang Xuan with a smug smile on his face.

Yang Xuan just nodded, and then strode into the North District.

At this time, the eyes of all the prisoners were focused on Yang Xuan, watching his back slowly disappearing at the gate with a nervous expression.

"Master Cui, what is he doing this time?"

Just as the door was closing with a bang, an old man with pockets all over his body asked Cui Han below.

"He went to see the strength of the prisoners in the North District. What's the matter, Mr. Merchant?" Cui Han raised his head and said to the old man upstairs.

"It's opening, I'm in the dealership, and those who have karma points can come and give it a go!"

Hearing that Yang Xuan was going to test the strength of the prisoners in the North District, the legendary shopkeeper immediately waved his hands and shouted loudly.

"Give it a go, win the young model in the clubhouse, lose and go to the sea to be a young model!"

The shopkeeper yelled vigorously, then took out a handwritten blackboard and wrote down Yang Xuan's odds on it.

If Yang Xuan came back, he would pay [-], and if he didn't return, he would pay [-]. Such odds were too exaggerated.

They all knew that the group of vicious gods in the North District were powerful, and Yang Xuan's visit might be a disaster.

Those supernatural beings who still had stock rushed to the second floor immediately after hearing the words, picked up chalk and left their names and causal points under the odds.

Almost everyone at the scene believed that Yang Xuan would not be able to come back, as long as Cui Han hadn't managed it, Yang Xuan would definitely not be able to withstand the siege of the prisoners in the North District.

Cui Han was not uncommon for the behavior of the shopkeeper. With a big wave of his hand, he threw two packs of jelly grass cigarettes upstairs, and shouted confidently.

"If Yang Xuan doesn't come back, the two packs of cigarettes will be shared equally among everyone."

"Master Cui, what if Yang Xuan doesn't come back?" a dazed young man asked loudly.

Cui Han's face darkened when he heard this, and he said with a fierce look: "If you can't come back, you can go to the North District to clean the toilet for me!"

After finishing speaking, Cui Han snorted coldly, glared at the man, got up and returned to the office.

Only a group of prisoners were left in a daze, staring blankly at the odds on the blackboard.

"Why do I feel that Master Cui is manipulating the market?" The man's lips were already pale from fright, and he said tremblingly.

The entire southern district instantly became extremely silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

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Equally silent is the North District.

After Yang Xuan walked into the North District, he found that the lights here were extremely dim.

In front of him was a corridor, and as he traveled deeper, the surrounding temperature dropped.

When he walked to the iron door at the end of the corridor, his breath was already white, obviously the temperature had dropped to an extremely low level.

The prison guards in the North District had already been notified, and upon seeing Yang Xuan's appearance, they immediately opened the door to the North District.

As the door slowly opened, the surrounding temperature plummeted, almost approaching freezing point.

Looking at the prison guards in heavy cotton clothes, Yang Xuan nodded with a smile.

Then a young man in a fur coat and a mink hat walked up to Yang Xuan with sharp steps.

After looking Yang Xuan up and down, the young man showed his sharp canine teeth, raised his head and asked provocatively:
"You are Yang Xuan? The unofficial contestant in the Southern District?"

Seeing that the young man's attitude was extremely arrogant, Yang Xuan didn't answer, but nodded lightly.

Seeing Yang Xuan's calm expression, the young man sneered, turned around and waved to the prison guards beside him.

"Don't stand there stupidly, take this guest from the South District for a stroll."

After all, the prison guard next to Yang Xuan pushed him, pointed at the cell beside him with his baton, and said mockingly:

"The bastards from the southern district took the initiative to come to the northern district. It's the first time we've seen each other. Why, are you in such a hurry to die?"

After the prison guard finished speaking, the other prison guards beside him burst into laughter, and looked at Yang Xuan with pity in their eyes.

Yang Xuan didn't make a sound, and walked towards the empty space on the first floor.

Except for the temperature difference between the north and the south, the infrastructure is exactly the same, there is no difference.

Some earth-level supernatural beings were exercising in the open space at this time. Seeing Yang Xuan approaching, they looked at him eagerly, as if they were watching their prey.

Yang Xuan had already memorized the information on the prisoners in the North District, and every time he saw a familiar face, he already knew what system this person belonged to and what kind of realm he had.

Calculating silently, Yang Xuan strode forward, as if walking into a supermarket, looking for the system he wanted among the prisoners.

But Yang Xuan's behavior was no different from provocation in the eyes of this group of prisoners.

Just as Yang Xuan walked to the door of a cell, a tall prisoner rushed out immediately, grabbed Yang Xuan's collar excitedly and shouted loudly:
"What are you looking at!"

Listening to the unfamiliar accent, Yang Xuan took a look at the muscular northern man in front of him, wearing a red elastic vest, and responded with a smile:
"Hey, why are you?"

"Try one more time!"

"Just try it."

The conversation between the two was very neat, which perfectly interpreted the cordial greetings between northerners, and attracted a group of prisoners in the northern district to look sideways.

According to the procedure, the big man pushed Yang Xuan away, pointed at his nose and yelled at the three-character scripture, and then rushed towards Yang Xuan in a posture.

"Yang Dawei, the strongest power system at the prefecture level, in the early stage of leaving the body."

Yang Xuan muttered something in his heart, and shook his head in disappointment.

The prefecture-level power system is just one of the most common systems. It has a high bonus to power. With specific martial arts and martial arts, it is easy to break mountains and crack rocks.

But this single-attribute system has a very low priority in Yang Xuan's heart. In order not to startle the snake, he can only give up the idea of ​​devouring it for the time being, and rush forward to meet it!
I saw that big man jumped more than three meters high, then clenched his fists and slammed down!
"Go to hell! Crows fly!"