Douluo: The famous punch-in scene leads the sect to roll up

Participants in the Hell Killing Fields are randomly matched, and which opponent is stronger or weaker depends entirely on your own luck.

Perhaps it was because Yu Qingqian came here, and he was lucky. Obviously, those competing in the same field did not have much experience, and most of them had just arrived like Yu Qingqian.

In this match, Yu Qingqian naturally won.

Hu Liena had already left quietly when Yu Qingqian left.

Yu Qingqian walked out of the killing field and headed towards his residence.

Ok?

Originally, after finishing the competition and not seeing Hu Liena on the stage, she was still in a happy mood. After all, she didn't want to spend too much energy to deal with Hu Liena just yet.

Yu Qingqian narrowed her eyes and quickened her pace. When they reached a fork in the road, Yu Qingqian stepped out of the way and pressed her back against the wall.

"Stalking again?" She murmured, looking around, looking for a few raised fulcrums, and several leaps and bounds to land on the roof.

She stared coldly at the fork, where a person slowly walked out, unhurriedly, obviously not following her panic.

"Messenger of the King of Slaughter?"

Yu Qingqian was a little confused. The novice protection period had long passed, and she hadn't done anything to attract the messenger, so what on earth was she going to do?

The black-veiled messenger scanned a few alleys lightly, and said with a slight curl of his lips: "Very sharp, he is indeed the person the King of Slaughter wants to meet."

The black gauze messenger closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and looked up in the direction of Yu Qingqian. "Nine-three-seven, don't worry, I won't do anything to you. It's just that the King of Slaughter is very interested in you and asked me to take you to see him."

The King of Killing?

When Yu Qingqian saw that his hiding place was discovered, he stopped dodging and jumped over while holding on to the edge of the wall.

"The King of Slaughter wants to see me?" she asked straight to the point.

"Yes, I am also following orders, so come with me." As she spoke, she made an invitation gesture and led Yu Qingqian to see the King of Slaughter.

Yu Qingqian originally thought that she would lead him over, but unexpectedly, the messenger pinched her shoulders directly, and the two of them disappeared from the spot.

Before she was mentally prepared, she had already appeared in an empty hall, and the messenger wearing a black veil was missing.

Yu Qingqian didn't show it on her face, but she became vigilant in her heart and began to look around.

In the entire hall, except for a huge throne on a high platform in front, there are not many facilities.

There were candles burning inside, row after row, enough to illuminate the entire hall.

She thought that this should be where the King of Slaughter was. But why is there no one there now?

Just when she was confused, a voice sounded in the air: "You are here."

Yu Qingqian paused and looked up to see someone already sitting on the empty throne.

She hesitated for a long time, then leaned over and saluted, and said, "I wonder what the King of Slaughter wants to do with me?"

The King of Slaughter looked at Yu Qingqian. Her small and delicate appearance looked like a spermed doll that could be crushed to death with one hand.

Yu Qingqian: Just breathing.

King of Slaughter: Crushed to death.

I'd really appreciate it.

"What's your name?" The killing king's first sentence was to ask her name.

Yu Qingqian blinked, thinking about whether to tell him her real name or a pseudonym.

"My name is Guanwu."

It’s still a pseudonym. Who knows what this muddy and unclear-headed killing king wants to do.

The King of Slaughter paused his hand on the armrest, raised his hand and lightly hooked his index finger, and Yu Qingqian was suspended in mid-air.

The sudden weightlessness made Yu Qingqian almost scream. She controlled her voice in time, but her body could not move.

Damn, this guy doesn’t have martial ethics!

She was screaming crazily in her heart, and she could only put on a fake smile on her face.

"Guanwu?" He read it doubtfully, and moved his index finger again, taking off the mask on Yu Qingqian's face.

"There is actually a mask that changes the appearance?" The King of Slaughter was very powerful. As he spoke, Yu Qingqian felt a chill on her face, and the human skin mask that changed the appearance had been torn off.

Yu Qingqian: Baigan.

"Your name is Guanwu? I don't believe it. You have to know that the people who have the martial soul of Chuanyunshu are all named Yu." The King of Slaughter directly exposed Yu Qingqian's lies.

A chill flashed through his red eyes, "Little girl, don't lie to me. What I hate most is people who lie to me." The threat was self-evident.

Yu Qingqian was a little annoyed. If she had known it earlier, she would have said her name was Yu Ni Wu Guan. It was a fake name and her surname was Yu. It was perfect.

"Okay, my real name is Yu Ni Wu Guan, Ni from Tian Ni, charming Wu, coward from coward." It's really nonsense. Yu Qingqian was still thinking one second, and opened her mouth the next second. .

"Sure enough, your martial spirit is Cloud Chuan Shu, right?" The King of Slaughter brought Yu Qingqian in front of him.

Forced to face a huge face plate, Yu Qingqian resisted the urge to call her mother and calmed down her emotions.

"Yes, do you know something?" Yu Qingqian asked tentatively.

"I guess you are that person's descendant, but why would he let a weak little girl like you come to this dirty place?" The King of Slaughter seemed a little dissatisfied, and his tone of voice also had a yin and yang flavor.

After hearing the words of the King of Slaughter, Yu Qingqian could probably guess that he probably knew the elders in the sect, and it sounded like they had a good relationship.

Thinking of what her parents had told her, she said, "I came here to practice on my own, and I'm not weak, right? Why am I so weak?"

"I can crush him to death with one slap," the King of Slaughter said bluntly. Straight men never know how to be tactful.

The corner of Yu Qingqian's mouth twitched, and she was speechless, "Is your strength comparable to mine?"

She flattered him calmly and even glanced at the King of Slaughter's expression.

"Yes." The King of Slaughter quite agreed with Yu Qingqian's words.

"Can you put me down? I have something I want to give you."

The King of Slaughter became interested and put Yu Qingqian at his feet and said, "Little girl, you want to give me something? I want to see some good things. After all, I don't lack anything."

Yu Qingqian straightened the clothes that were floating around just now, put her right hand on her waist, and took out the box containing the blood beads from the soul guide.

She moved the box towards the King of Slaughter and opened it towards him.

"What? Why do you have a blood energy bead!?" The Slaughter King was horrified. He immediately wanted to get up and take the blood energy bead, but then realized that the little girl in front of him was only a little big and could not withstand his touch. It hit me, so I endured it.

He stretched out his hand, ready to take the small box, but before he touched it, the blood energy beads emitted a burst of red light as if sensing something.

"Ah——" The King of Slaughter seemed to be stimulated by something, and he swatted Yu Qingqian and the box away.