The Era of Monster Editing: From the College Entrance Examination to the Lord of the Dragon God

With force from his wrist, Zheng Shaohao's limbs were directly broken!Throw him into the field!

His methods were too ruthless and fast, and everyone was a little dazed.

Zheng Shaohao, who had lost his arms and legs, screamed in pain.

Xiao Ting just slightly raised his eyebrows as he watched the father and son fight each other.

Zheng Crocodile pressed the head of the unfilial son and knelt on the ground with a plop.

His head was then deeply buckled, his face touched the ground, with a few smears of blood on his face, and he kowtowed deeply towards Xiao Ting:

"What happened tonight was a misunderstanding. I have no way to teach my son, and I have eyes but no eyes. If you are not angry, I, Zheng Crocodile, will let you vent your anger!"

The reason why the Huaihai Wharf gang was so angry was because Uncle Kun's death was too humiliating.

The editor who lost the body of the monster was tortured to death before he died.

No one thought that the person who humiliated and killed him was actually an inner ghost who called "Stop the thief".

Family misfortune!

Zheng Crocodile's aura dropped, as if he had aged several decades.

He kowtowed to the ground, stretched his neck forward, and remained motionless.

Many gamblers were shocked when they saw this scene.

The moment Xiao Ting defeated Uncle Kun and caused them to lose the prize, they were filled with resentment.

When Huaihai's gang came to the door and took revenge on Xiao Ting as an enemy, they took pleasure in other's misfortune.

When the ten shrimp soldiers and crabs were about to be wiped out, Boss Zheng knelt down and kowtowed to apologize to Xiao Ting, they were completely dumbfounded!

Nima, the person that Boss Zheng wants to kneel down, can they afford to provoke them? !

Many people's faces were ashen, as if they were being roasted on a fire, and they were incomparably terrified.

Xiao Ting didn't pay attention to them at all.

He said indifferently: "Killing to pay for life is justified. Zheng Shaohao killed Uncle Kun. He is your enemy, so let's deal with it according to your gang rules."

Murder is just a no-brainer.

Boss Zheng didn't offend him much, on the contrary, he killed more than a dozen of his monsters and became his trophies.

The three-in-one monster material and [Hand of Fusion] that he had been thinking about had already been obtained, and Xiao Ting was in the right mood, so he didn't plan to delve into it further.

All the wharf gang members looked happy, stood behind Boss Zheng, and bowed deeply to Xiao Ting.

Boss Zheng knocked heavily nine times.

Then he stood up and raised his hand.

Ripples in the void.

A huge and ferocious ice crocodile suddenly rushed out like lightning!

Zheng Shaohao struggled in fear!

"Icethorn! You can't kill me, I'm your master's own son!"

"Father! Father!"

"According to gang rules, die!"

The icethorn crocodile bit off the severed head, swallowed the scream, and crawled back to the void crack.

Boss Zheng looked at the blood on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, he and all the dock gang members lined up in two rows, knelt down and bowed: "I would like to accept the bet and send you out."

The elevator doors opened wide.

Xiao Ting said lightly, "No need."

A circular space crack opened from the ground, and the Tyrannosaurus Thunder slowly sank into it.

Xiao Ting activated the [Invisible Lizard Cloak] again, and his body disappeared into the shadows.

Everyone watched the closed elevator, as if escorting an underground legend, and never left for a long time.

Sister Hong walked up to Zheng Yiming, and said thoughtfully, "Senior Yiming, do you still remember that rainbow-colored beam of talent yesterday?"

Zheng Yiming suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You mean..."

"Maybe he is the awakened one with SS talent?!"

He struggled to spit out this incredible guess.

The conversation between the two went viral.

Everyone showed a horrified expression.

Yesterday afternoon, a beam of rainbow-colored light shot up from the old city and shocked the entire East Sea City.

All professional levels in Donghai City know it.

A future king who awakened the SS rank, the supreme racial talent, was born! !

The Commander-level Iron-Blooded Eagle and the Golden Unicorn Fairy flew from the inner city to No. [-] High School, which attracted their attention.

They all wanted to know, who was that junior high school boy who had awakened his SS-level editing talent? ?

"Will it be him?"

Zheng Yiming looked at the closed elevator doors and muttered to himself.

The cold steel-faced elevator mirror reflected a face that was devastated.

"No wonder the other party doesn't explain...he really wants us to go up and challenge him!" Zheng Crocodile thought about everything and let out a long sigh.

Want to raise a powerful monster.

Sufficient food and flesh, reasonable skill training, and proper combat training are indispensable.

The boy came to the underground Colosseum just to find a whetstone, gain growth experience and hone his fighting skills in the high-intensity life-and-death battle.

And their Huaihai gang, just happened to be fooled by the inner ghost's sixth son, and broke into it.

The boy not only used them as a three-in-one whetstone, but also smashed their team into pieces with a single knife!

The gamblers around were shocked after hearing their conversation.

So, the person wearing the cloak of the secret technique is a junior in high school? ! !

And it was the SS-level awakener who shook the entire Donghai City yesterday? ?

Why did he bring a dragon today? !

SS-level dragon editor? !

Outrageous! !

Donghuang has not produced another SS-level dragon editor for thousands of years!

The gamblers are so regretful that their intestines are green.

Sorry!In order to please the opportunity to make friends with a future king of the town, he just missed them!

Chapter 30 Entering the Monster Dimension

"It's really a hero out of a boy!"

A group of Huaihai gang members were also feeling emotional.

They are just DC-level talents, they can be an elite editor in their lifetime, and being a local captain is the pinnacle of life.

What about Xiao Ting?

An SS-level dragon master, who can reach the king-level without falling, and become the next title editor, is completely in a different world from them.

The gap is too big, people can't be jealous at all, only deep envy and admiration.

Zheng Crocodile looked at Zheng Yiming, and suddenly said solemnly: "Xiaoyi, ten days later, when you take the Ninth Academy Unified Examination, if you meet that boy who controls the dragon, please apologize for my old bone! "

It's nothing to offend a SS-rank dragon master with his frail and old bones.

Afraid of affecting his son's future.

Zheng Yiming, the former number one scholar in the East China Sea, has been trapped in the mud pit for too long because of an astonishing four-season cicada that does not come out in ten years.

But he was dragged down by his younger brother, offending a future backbone of the town.

SS level talent, directed at Zhen Guo! !

Zheng Yiming nodded, coughed a few times, and his face became even paler.

He said with some dismay: "This year's Ninth Academy's big exam, if I meet this monster boy holding the overlord Tyrannosaurus rex, I'm afraid I'll have to come back for another year to prepare for the exam!"

Sister Hong laughed until her shoulders shook.

She slowly exhaled a mouthful of cherry-flavored smoke rings, and said gloatingly, "Fortunately, I'm already ashore. Your candidates this year are really unlucky..."

Every year, [-] of the strongest monster geniuses will be recommended from all over the country to the Ninth Academy of Shanghai to participate in the annual selection exam.

This year, at least half of the people will be brutally eliminated by this young dragon master in the actual combat assessment, right?

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Outside the monster market is a long street, where there are countless underground casinos and material smuggling shops.

Xiao Ting walked around and made sure no one was following him, so he took off his disguise, put on a mask, and got on the No. 186 bus.

Turning around the long streets in the outer city, all kinds of informal shops gradually disappeared.

The car left East Bay.

Drive forward for an hour and enter the inner city.

The nearby building space has become wider, the field of vision has been widened, there are many tall buildings, and the surrounding shops have become normal.

The scene gradually approached the bustling city in memory.

An hour and a half later, the car stopped and waited for a red light.