take father as heaven

In the third and fourth games, Murong Yan didn't focus on the game anymore, but searched back and forth in the stands beside the game field. He believed that Seager must be in this field, and he was lost in the field just now. Yes, he clearly felt Seager watching him, just like he always looked at him every time he sparred with the bayonet guys.

No need to make a sound, no need to encourage, just looking at him like this, Murong Yan can feel Seeger's expectations for him.And how could he be willing to disappoint this master who wholeheartedly taught him to be powerful?

Probably because the match just now was too bloody and brutal. Murong Yan was surprised to find that wherever he passed, everyone would subconsciously give way. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this. Very convenient, he just walked in the crowd so freely.

Everyone silently looked at this young man who came to the underground world for the first time. He looked so young and handsome, but his methods were more cruel and ruthless than these veterans.

Murong Yan finally saw a figure wearing a mask standing alone in an inconspicuous corner. He rushed forward with joy on his face, and walked up to the other party amidst the gasps of the others. side.

Of course Murong Yan didn't know, he just thought this place was really nice, much more comfortable than the crowded place over there.He never thought deeply about why those people would rather be crowded on one side than approach this side, and why they want to leave this spot vacant, nor did he think that this spot turned out to be the best viewing spot in this arena. But there is only one person standing?

"I knew you had a way to come in." Murong Yan stood beside him and said softly, his tone seemed very brisk.

The guy wearing the mask looked back at him, and moved the corner of his mouth slightly, obviously through the mask, but Murong Yan knew that he must be looking at him helplessly and lazily as usual, raising his eyebrows slightly at the same time Moving the corners of his mouth, that was his signature move.

Seeing his movements like this, Murong Yan swept away the nervousness and caution he had just entered the dungeon, and changed back to his slightly frivolous look, which was considered a sullen look by the bayonet gang.

"How was my performance just now?"

The man under the mask pouted, "Very bad."

really!Murong Yan knew that even if other guys were frightened by his attack just now, thinking that he was not easy to mess with, how could they hide it from being with him all day long and teaching him personally? Master.

Only Sig could see that his so-called ruthless moves just now were actually immature killing products. His cruelty was only because he was not used to such a barbaric and primitive competitive method.

"Okay, I know I'm embarrassing you again, why don't you teach me some practical tricks? There will be a rematch later."

Unexpectedly, the man in the mask shook his head and refused.

"No, that's fine."

Murong Yan scratched his head inexplicably. "What do you mean? You think I'm bad, and you say it's okay?"

"It's your style."

"..."

Murong Yan frowned, and looked at the other party pleadingly, can you change your style?

That style is really cruel and violent to others. The most important thing is that it is bloody and disgusting, but the other party obviously doesn't think the same as him. In Sig's opinion, this way and this style are not bad. .

The least effect is the most prominent. Murong Yan's debut left a deep impression on everyone. Many guys were already inexplicably afraid of him before they even met him. The road is smoother and easier to walk on.

Although Murong Yan hadn't thought of this much yet, he knew that the guy in front of him was always for his own good and would never let him do useless things, so he only complained a few words superficially, and then accepted it. his opinion.

"However, can I improve it? Don't use it so dirty."

Murong Yan still resisted a little, and tried to suggest.

Who would have thought, the guy shook his head. "I don't think you've done enough."

Murong Yan's methods are just to scare newcomers, at most it is because so far in the dungeon, there has never been a guy with a similar style to Murong Yan, because everyone is more pursuing one-hit kills Efficiency, the most efficient solution to the opponent, so when a guy suddenly appeared who killed the opponent and made the opponent moan to death in pain, everyone would be shocked for a while.

But this is only for a while, after tonight, everyone will recover in a few days.

The dungeon is never short of killings. The old people here have never seen any kind of scene. For them, the most important thing is not your means, but your real strength. In this world where strength is the sky In the world, a hard fist is the last word.

Murong Yan lowered his head in a posture of being taught, and listened carefully to Seeger's teaching.

Although the people around didn't dare to look over there blatantly, they would turn their heads to glance at it from time to time, full of curiosity about this kid who appeared out of nowhere.

People who often mix dungeons know that the best position in the stands of the arena is always reserved for those famous masters on the black list, ordinary people can't go there, unless you want to seek death.However, seeing that kid chatting speculatively with that guy who was not easy to mess with at first glance, everyone couldn't help but guess.

It turns out that the kid is so ruthless, so the backstage is very hard, was it actually brought in by someone from the black list?

Of course Murong Yan didn't understand these rules, he only knew that the rematch was about to start, so he could only run to the entrance gate immediately, and when he arrived, all the previous contestants had already entered the arena, so he strode to the gate , show the sign for the other party to scan.

It was still the big guy from the first game, but this time the guy raised his head and looked at him seriously, "Little guy, you are really the biggest surprise today, you have a good eye."

"..." Murong Yan was speechless other than speechless.

He really didn't know what to say at this time, and it was completely unintentional to make such a scene, but others would not believe it, not to mention that Sig taught him a few tricks very seriously just now, this time he was going to do it on purpose Such a scene has come up, so it's better not to explain it at all.

But Murong Yan's silence at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, is the arrogance of a master, the expression of overwhelming self-confidence.

As soon as he entered the middle of the arena, Murong Yan saw that everyone's eyes were on him. Subconsciously, Murong Yan sensed a sense of danger, which was murderous and hostile.

He was too showy in the first game. Although he temporarily frightened everyone, after only a few games, everyone began to recover, and they were very upset with him. Murong Yan knew that the gun It's the truth to play the first bird, but he has accidentally taken the lead, and it's not the time to hide his clumsiness at the critical moment of life and death.

It was not until this time that he understood what Sig said just now to let him continue to maintain this style. There is only one blockbuster, which is far from reaching the goal. There will always be desperadoes who are not afraid of death in the dungeon. After shocking them and completely destroying their spirits, he could truly gain a firm foothold in the dungeon.

It's just that he was too showy in the first game. Now, all the guys who entered the semi-finals in this game seem to be eager to get back the spot from him, or take advantage of the trend to destroy him and add more prestige to themselves.

Murong Yan became the target of everyone so inexplicably, almost at the beginning, the moment the fireworks exploded, seven guys rushed towards him at the same time.

After standing in the arena, Murong Yan's eyes changed, he was extremely eager to prove his strength with a killing.

He knew that Sig was at that place, and he looked at him without blinking. He wanted to show him that the apprentice he taught would never embarrass him!

The moment the fireworks shattered, the gorgeous glare almost blinded the eyes of most people in the field for a few seconds.

But within a few seconds, a shrill scream erupted from the center of the arena!Everyone looked at the field impatiently, only to see Murong Yan standing on a man's body, with his fingers directly piercing his chest.

Everyone knows that the man under him will definitely die, but he will definitely not die so happily. Murong Yan's speed is very fast, and it only takes a moment to penetrate and pull out. The moment that man fell, he Already greeted the second person.

Then came the third one, and the fourth one... Murong Yan has never been so obsessed with killing. He feels that his soul seems to have come out of his body, and he is staring at his movements coldly above the arena, while his body is completely turned into a sophisticated killing machine.

He met the enemy one after another, and then used his hands, feet, elbows, and knees to attack and kill him with all parts of his body that could be used as weapons, but he did not let the opponent die instantly without pain, but was extremely cruel. Tormenting the other party slowly dying in pain and wailing.

Those moves were all taught by Sig. Sig knows better than him how to make the opponent suffer and struggle, and how to make a life worse than death. Maybe Murong Yan was not used to this kind of attack mode at the beginning, but it was passed on there. Amidst the wailing sound coming, amidst the continuously gushing blood column, he actually gradually turned these into a habitual action.

When the entire arena was completely silent, completely immersed in a deadly silence.

Only then did Murong Yan stop, and then stood there bewilderedly silent.

He raised his face and looked around. There were 18 people in the rematch, and all of them fell down except himself.

With blood stains on his handsome face, he raised his head from the silence and looked straight in the direction of that person.