take father as heaven

Everyone walked towards the city unhurriedly, the style of Demon Realm and Federation was completely opposite.

The technological development of the Federation is extremely fast. The style of the city is mainly metal, and the floating cars are flying everywhere in the sky. Tall and solid, the streets are paved with stone slabs, and the vehicles passing by are mainly solid and thick, exquisite and beautiful, which are not popular here.

Compared with the Federation's emphasis on the development of technology and other aspects, the Demon Realm focuses on the development of its own strength. The entire Demon Realm is like a soldier, even if it is a waitress in an inconspicuous tavern, it may be above the fifth level in the Federation. fighter.

The strong folk customs have always been the style of the Demon Realm, probably because the resources are too poor, the people of the Federation live and work in peace and contentment, and like to pursue material comforts, and the Demon Realm is often located in areas where natural disasters are ravaged. It can be said without hesitation that this is a place where the weak prey on the strong.

When they first entered the city, the big man who gave them the pass kindly reminded them.

"Be careful in town."

At that time, the guys in the bayonet were still very upset, but when they got to the city, they understood that there was a fight in the city.

There were about a hundred people on one side, and the two leaders were yelling at each other. Once they occupied the spacious street, it became crowded. Murong Yan frowned. Rong Cheng didn't seem to want to cause trouble, so he didn't walk through it abruptly. It was when they chose a divergence and they were about to turn around.

A fight started over there, and hundreds of people rushed together, looking like they were about to wrestle together.Murong Yan watched this kind of group fights a lot in the military academy. Sometimes a team was dissatisfied with another team, and a department was upset with another department. There were at least a dozen people and as many as hundreds of people, and they fought each other like this.

There are many people who like to join in the fun, but Murong Yan doesn't like to watch because it's boring.There are too many people and they can't use their skills at all. It's almost like you punch each other, and in the end they even wrestle and roll around on the ground. You can only see brutality and rudeness, but you don't see skills and kung fu.

Those bayonet guys probably watched a lot, but they didn't dare to be interested.I don't think this time, it made everyone gain knowledge. When the two sides collided face to face, many guys on both sides were directly beaten and flew into the sky, and then there was a more exciting sparring.

All the bayonet guys couldn't help but stop and looked over with great interest.

Although I don't know why the opponent is fighting, but the opponent is almost all fighters above the seventh level. Such a team of seventh-level fighters is a team that cannot be underestimated in the Federation.

Murong Yan also went from being uninterested at the beginning to staring intently.That punch after punch was a fatal blow, it was no longer a fight, it was simply fighting for life, it was hitting the opponent to death, every move was intended to kill the opponent.

The killing intent is certainly terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is that the killers are all masters. Some guys are so fast that you can almost see afterimages. Murong Yan subconsciously brought himself in, and he even found himself unable to hide several times. After this fight, Murong Yan felt that it would be absolutely difficult for him to walk out standing up.

There are quite a few people who have the same idea as him, and there are already several guys in the bayonet with the same sullen face and strange expressions.

The crowd didn't see the end, they still took the path to avoid it.The trail was very quiet, but that didn't mean there was no one there. There were a few people sitting lazily on the side of the road, looking a bit ragged, but no one dared to underestimate them.

The sharp light in their eyes is easily reminiscent of wolves.Robbery in the Demon Realm is also a major feature, especially for people from other places. Generally, if they don't know the way and go wrong when they arrive in the local area, they will be robbed in all likelihood.

Of course, a fight is indispensable, but those who are brave enough to engage in robbery will naturally have two brushes.

The trail they walked seemed to be like this, but there were enough people in Murong Yan's group. Although those men were lazily leaning against the wall, their eyes swept over them one by one, as if they could sense their presence. The strength of this group is not weak, and there are a lot of people, so I held back and watched them leave the trail.

It has only been less than a while since he arrived in the Demon Realm, and Murong Yan has already thoroughly seen the characteristics and style of the Demon Realm. If he wants to survive in this martial arts country, it is absolutely impossible to have no strength.

The captain's complexion is not very good-looking, it is estimated that the stimulation is not small, the bayonet unit is one of the best in the Federation, but in the Demon Realm, even the gangsters fighting on the street are on the same level as them, which makes them so proud of themselves Guy, I feel very uncomfortable, and even feel a little bit inferior.

Murong Yan glanced back and found that not only the captain, but the morale of the entire team was a bit low.

It can't go on like this, Murong Yan has no choice but to go to Rong Cheng's side, after he deliberately avoided Rong Cheng for several days, he approached Rong Cheng so actively that he was a little surprised, he looked at him without blinking .

Murong Yan, who was watching, couldn't open his mouth, and lowered his head not to look at him. "Morale is a bit low."

Rongcheng glanced back and said intentionally. "It's time to learn more."

"Are you boosting morale, or are you suppressing them?"

"I don't have ambition, others can't help me." The voice of these words still didn't lower.

Everyone heard it, and just when Murong Yan thought it was broken, the whole army behind him suddenly raised their heads and chests up, and inexplicably recovered their morale. He glanced at Rong Cheng, and suddenly felt that he knew Rong Cheng too well. few.

Rongcheng had a deep understanding of the city and the situation in Demon Realm. He quickly took them to find a hotel with a good environment. I think this place is not even comparable to the dormitory of the military department.

The house is not high, only three or four floors, but its architecture is particularly atmospheric, all made of a kind of red rock, which looks like a burning cloud of fire from a distance.The space inside is also very large, a hall big enough to hold hundreds of people.

Rongcheng allocated rooms according to the number of people and paid the rent.They were greeted by a young waiter who looked about the same age as Murong Yan, but he was very cheerful.

"Don't you all come from the Federation?" He smiled and looked harmless. Rongcheng was noncommittal to his question, and he was not embarrassed, and said to himself. "You must have come to participate in the trials."

"Our place is always very lively at this time of year, but we haven't produced outstanding contestants in Disa for a long time, and almost none of them made it to the top 32. It's really disappointing!"

Murong Yan had never heard of it before, so he felt very interested. However, seeing Rong Cheng's resolute and indifferent profile, he resisted the intention to ask questions. The waiter introduced some interesting and delicious places in Disha, and went down by himself. .

Everyone went to rest separately, Rong Cheng said to the captain. "Arrange everyone to rest first, and you can move freely, but don't start a conflict."

After the captain left, Rong Cheng looked at Murong Yan again. "If you don't want to live with me, you can go with him."

As he spoke, he pointed to the captain, but he was alone. The rooms here are shared by two people, so naturally one person came out alone.

Murong Yan originally planned to squeeze with the captain and let it go, but when Rong Cheng said this sentence, Murong Yan felt that if he turned around and left, it would be too disrespectful to him, so he could only smile. "I live with you."

Rongcheng opened the door, and Murong Yan followed in. The room was plain and simple, with two beds and a table, without any means of entertainment. Murong Yan once again lamented the hardships and hard work of the people of the Demon Realm.

Both of them sat down on the bed, the room was very quiet, Murong Yan had nothing to say in order not to be embarrassed. "I wanted to ask just now, do you know what that tryout is?"

Rong Guo really knew it and nodded. "Every city holds it once a year, and selects the best players in the city to compete."

"Competition?" Murong Yan originally asked casually, but he became really interested.

"Santa Carla will hold a blood scorpion battle every three years to select the strongest warrior."

Inexplicably, Murong Yan found it very interesting, probably because the Federation has never engaged in such barbaric activities.

Rongcheng saw that he was interested, and poured cold water on him, "There are only five warriors in the Demon Realm."

"Oh." Murong Yan just nodded casually. Once every three years, there are only five warriors. In his opinion, it's just that this kind of activity has not been carried out for a long time.

"This event didn't happen recently." Seeing Murong Yan look over, he said again. "It has been passed down since the establishment of the Blood Scorpion Demon Realm."

Murong Yan took a deep breath. The history of the Demon Realm is longer than that of the Federation. It may be nearly a thousand years old. What is the concept that only five masters have been produced since then!

"What happens to the winner?"

Murong Yan was very curious about what kind of competition it was, and why only five people succeeded in it for hundreds of years.

"The one who wins is the master of the entire Demon Realm."

Murong Yan was surprised, "Isn't that the king of the Blood Scorpion Demon Realm?! It's like Murong Chen of the Federation, um, ahem, Marshal Murong."

Rong Cheng glanced at Murong Yan, who was covering up his dry cough, and said nothing, which was a tacit agreement.

"When was the last time?"

Murong Yan was inexplicably interested in this matter and wanted to know more.

Rong Cheng glanced at him and said calmly. "17 years ago."

Sure enough, Murong Yan sat up, he was not even born 17 years ago. "That guy is managing Demon Realm now?"

"No, he disappeared."

Murong Yan was slightly surprised, then relieved, not everyone yearns for power.

"Nobody knows him?"

"Yes, he participated anonymously, and no one has seen his face."

Murong Yan regretted, "That means no one can find him anymore."

"That's not necessarily true. It is said that those who are selected will have imprints left by blood scorpions on their backs."

But it's impossible to take off everyone's clothes and look at them while walking on the street.

However, inexplicably, a picture suddenly flashed in Murong Yan's mind, at the last moment when his consciousness was completely blurred, the scene he had a glimpse of, the back full of blood, the pattern resembling a scorpion.

It must be a mistake, Murong Yan is not sure, because that look is too vague.

And then he passed out and didn't remember anything.But at this moment, Murong Yan was thinking, if Sig is still alive, he should have arrived in Disha, right?

Maybe I will see him.