"It's a little impressive, you tell me about it. ”

"Okay, this fate god, it is said that he is a strong man in the realm of true gods, a hundred years ago, when all worlds were connected, and time and space were not stable, this fate god came to our Fengming Continent, he didn't know what injuries he suffered at the time, and he died not long after, this immortal tear was he shed before he died, containing the power of God!"

"Really?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Legend, who can tell if it's true or not?" But the ability of this immortal tear is really strong, it can die once!"

"Substitute death?" Mo Qianhong's eyes lit up.

The shopkeeper said: "I just heard, it seems that there are any restrictions, I don't know, adults can go directly to the Lin family auction house to ask, they will auction this thing tomorrow." Adults, small ones have heard that these days, there are many strong people from nearby sects, all of whom are here for this thing. ”

"You know a lot!"

Mo Qianhong smiled and threw the lower grade spirit stone to the shopkeeper.

"Thank you, sir!"

The shopkeeper walked away happily.

After the little boy was full, Mo Qianhong asked him, "Do you know how to go to the martial arts arena?"

"Yes. My lord, why don't you call me a little cripple?"

"You like that?"

"I don't like it. ”

Mo Qianhong smiled slightly: "I can see it, so I don't call you that." ”

The little boy was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly red: "Thank you, sir." My lord, I'll show you the way. ”

"Good. ”

The two left the inn, and the little boy walked with Mo Qianhong for a while and stopped at an intersection.

It's completely dark, but there are still a lot of people around, I don't know if it's because Dragon Slaying City is already lively, or because there will be an auction tomorrow.

The little boy pointed to the street full of lanterns in front of him: "My lord, walk two hundred meters ahead, turn a corner, and you will see the martial arts arena." There are people from the Qiu family on the road ahead, and they stipulate that beggars with low status like us are not allowed to get close to the martial arts arena, so we can only send you here, sorry!"

The little boy's eyes darkened.

Mo Qianhong's heart moved, took out the identity token, squatted down and said: "I am a disciple of the Bailing Sect, you take this token and give it to Elder Jiang Luo of the Bailing Sect, in this token, there is a message I left." Can you do it?"

In this message, Mo Qianhong hopes that Jiang Luo can help this little boy, it is best to find his relatives, if not, also find him a kind-hearted adoptive parents, with Jiang Luo's identity, if he is willing to help, he can still do it.

Mo Qianhong didn't tell the little boy directly about these contents, which was a surprise for him.

The little boy blinked his eyes and said, "Your Excellency is a monk of the Bailing Sect?

Mo Qianhong touched his head and said with a smile: "Then you can go." ”

"Hmm!" the little boy turned and stopped suddenly, "My lord, can I know your name?"

Mo Qianhong said: "Look at the identity token. ”

"Identity token?" The little boy lowered his head, saw the word "Mo Qianhong", read it softly, and when he looked up, Mo Qianhong was gone.

"Lady Mo'......"

The little boy's eyes lit up.

"The inn where Lord Jiang lives should be there!"

The little boy looked around for a moment, making his way, then grabbed his identity token tightly and trotted forward.

He wanted to complete the things that Mo Qianhong explained as soon as possible.

Mo Qianhong has no identity token, he feels a little relaxed, between the disciples of the sect, with the identity token, they can sense each other, he does not have an identity token now, and he can hide his identity.

The identity token is not a good thing to be discarded casually, and it is appropriate to hand it over to Jiang Luo for safekeeping.

According to the little boy's prompt, Mo Qianhong didn't walk long before he saw a huge building, which was cylindrical and covered an extremely wide area, and the lowest position was fifty meters above the ground.

There are many battle pictures painted on the surface of the building, all of which have been the fierce moments of life and death battles when the audience is full, and just looking at it from a distance makes people's blood boil and full of desire to fight.

There are a total of 100 rings of different levels and 100,000 spectator seats in the martial arts arena, and the daily flow of people is around 200,000.

In the case of so many people, the martial arts arena is orderly every day, and from this point, it can also be seen that the strength of the Qiu family can be seen.

As one of the main sources of the family's economy, the Qiu family's protection of the martial arts arena is no less than that of ordinary sects.

On the periphery and inside of the arena, different levels of magic circles were set up, and anyone who wanted to fight here was not allowed except for the ring.

There was once a strong man from the Three Realms of Dao Scars who encountered the enemy here, and a battle broke out on the spot, but before he could hurt the enemy, he was destroyed into ashes by the power of the magic circle.

There are many entrances and exits to the martial arts arena, and each place is guarded by monks, and these monks are not all disciples of the Qiu family, but also disciples of the Deception Sect.

For the disciples of the Deception Sect, they can get sect points by being on duty in the Douwu Arena, because nearly half of the income in the Douwu Arena has to be handed over to the Deception Sect.

The Qiu family can also be said to be a subsidiary force of the Deception Sect.

If it weren't for this, it would be impossible for the Qiu family to gain the support of the Decepticon Sect because of this, and they would have such a great power in Dragon Slaying City, and they would be on an equal footing with the Lin family.

Mo Qianhong noticed that the people who entered and exited the martial arts arena were using various methods to cover themselves, such as cloaks, masks, disguises, etc., and even some people used shape-shifting treasures to turn themselves into spirit beasts.

"Don't they have to register?"

Mo Qianhong saw that although there were guards on both sides of the entrance, he just glanced at the people who entered and let them go.

He followed the crowd and walked towards the martial arts arena.

"Wait!"

Mo Qianhong walked to the door, and a guarding monk stopped him: "Where is your Douwu badge?"

"Huh?"

Only then did Mo Qianhong notice that the people around him who went in all had a diamond-shaped badge pinned to their chests, which was about the same size as a peanut, but different colors.

"Sorry, it's my first time. Mo Qianhong touched his head.

The monk pointed to a row of tables next to him and said, "Then let's go and register first." ”

"Okay. ”

Mo Qianhong came to the table, there were five tables side by side, and behind each one sat a disciple of the Deception Sect, whose strength was around the peak of the Dao Scar Realm.

The costumes of the disciples of the Deception Sect are uniform, and the pattern of chain lightning is embroidered on the chest, which is still very recognizable.

There was a line in front of each table, and the shortest one was about a dozen.

Mo Qianhong was blocked by the crowd just now, so he didn't find this place, and now after watching it for a while, he chose a team to line up.

As he waited, he heard some chattering.

"It's all night, why are there so many people coming to register?"