When Zhang Fan was led by the two and landed on the road outside the town, Zhang Fan looked around.

I saw that this town was actually not a small town, and it should have been very prosperous two hundred years ago.

The vines in the town have been cleared.

There are also no vines on the road.

As soon as they landed on the road, they saw a few more Bloods descend from the sky.

Behind these bloodlines, there is a bloodline.

However, the wings on the bodies of these followers looked very soft, and they couldn't be retracted freely, as if they had just grown up.

They all looked panicked and kept looking around.

Zhang Fan secretly guessed that these blood clans should have just been turned into new blood clans.

When the old blood clan saw William, a trace of disdain flashed in their eyes.

"Count William, long time no see."

Count William hurriedly said respectfully: "It turned out to be Count Liu, Count Zhang, and Count Hong, yes, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Then Earl Liu pointed to the little blood clan behind him.

I saw that the little blood clan was very strong, and he was a strong warrior before he saw it.

Earl Liu patted the shoulder of the little blood clan and boasted to the others: "The human being I am looking for was a level 5 quasi-martial artist before, and after becoming a blood clan, he was directly promoted to a level 6 viscount. What do you think? Strong, right? ”

The others nodded one after another: "With such strength, the Marquis will definitely be satisfied." ”

Earl Zhang also patted the little blood clan behind him and said, "This person was a level 6 quasi-martial artist before, and after becoming a blood clan, he was promoted to a level 7 viscount. ”

After speaking, he raised his head slightly, and his smug expression was fully revealed.

Earl Hong nodded: "Well, not bad, not bad. Both of you are lucky, and the would-be warriors you find are strong. I seem to be a little luckier, though. ”

Then he patted the Bloodline behind him.

"A level 9 quasi-martial artist, after being promoted, he became a level 10 viscount. It's only a little bit away from the earl. ”

When Earl Liu and Earl Zhang heard this, their smug expressions disappeared, and they looked envious.

"Awesome!"

"It's a level 10 viscount, and the marquis will definitely reward you heavily."

Earl William was also envious: "Count Hong is really lucky!" ”

The men each teased for a while, and finally looked at William.

"Where's the person you're looking for?"

"You guy, if you can find level 3 or 4, you'll be lucky with shit."

The tone of several people was full of disdain.

Count William suddenly had a feeling of self-pity, glanced at Zhang Fan behind him, and didn't dare to say a word.

Those people also saw Zhang Fan at this time, and found that Zhang Fan had no wings on his body, and they immediately laughed.

"No wings? Did you find an ordinary person? ”

"Only would-be martial artists and martial artists, after becoming a blood clan, will grow wings. Ordinary humans, on the other hand, can't even grow wings. You're lucky enough to find a normal human. That's amazing. ”

"Ordinary humans, it's a shame that you can figure it out!"

"Forget it, talk nonsense with this guy. If he finds an ordinary person, the marquis will inevitably punish him. We're going to draw a line with this guy ahead of time. ”

While taunting William, the three of them walked away.

William looked aggrieved and unwilling, turned around and glared at Zhang Fan viciously, and then walked forward.

Catherine looked puzzled.

When I was on the mountain at that time, watching this guy fight level 6 zombie dogs, zombie horses and zombies, he should have been very strong.

It can't be an ordinary person.

Why doesn't this guy grow wings after being bitten?

Zhang Fan had a helpless expression.

Blame me.

As he continued his walk into the town with them, he looked around.

I saw a lot of people dressed as waiters around, busy with their work.

And the eyes of these waiters are all gray and white, and they are obviously zombies.

It seems that compared to the blood clan, the zombies are not only inferior in strength, but also have a low status.

At the same time, Zhang Fan listened to the conversations of the blood clans around him, and also knew why these blood clans wanted to turn humans into blood clans and bring them to the town.

It turned out that the owner of this town was a marquis.

This marquis held a colosseum once a year.

The so-called beast fighting competition is to let these blood clans under his command catch some humans back.

After turning humans into bloods, use these newly formed bloodlines to fight gladiators.

In the end, the winner of the gladiatorial battle will be given by the Marquis to a higher level of blood.

Zhang Fan's heart secretly moved, if he participated in the gladiatorial battle, wouldn't he be able to fight with those level 6, 7, or even level 8 blood clans?

As long as you kill them and take the blood core, won't your strength be able to improve again?

If you want to escape, the higher the strength, the better.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be a little excited.

However, he is regarded as an ordinary person by them, and it is not certain whether he will let himself participate in gladiatorial fights.

As he pondered, they had come to a large circular building.

This rotunda was supposed to be a stadium in the past.

However, it looks like it should have been changed to the Colosseum of the BloodClan by now.

Those bloods, one by one, with the new bloods they found, lined up in three lines and entered the Colosseum.

It seems that there are quite a few bloods, hundreds of them.

After entering the gate, there is a blood clan in charge of registration.

He registers the names of the BloodClans, and the ranks of the new Bloods they find.

After registering, they let these new bloods take them to the beast cage and lock them up.

But when they registered with the Earl of Hung, they stopped.

"Level 10 Viscount!"

The registered bloodline exclaimed, his eyes widening.

When the other blood clans who were queuing up heard this, they all immediately looked at Count Man.

"I'll go, level 10!"

"That's a lot of luck, isn't it?"

"Humans are becoming more and more cunning now, and it is becoming more and more difficult to find high-level quasi-martial artists to transform into viscounts. He was able to get a level 10 viscount, amazing! ”

"I really envy, jealousy, and hate!"

In the admiration of everyone, Count Hong had a smug look on his face, and pretended to be modest: "It's just luck." ”

The person in charge of registration hurriedly complimented: "Being able to get a level 10 viscount is not only luck, but also strength. And sometimes, luck is part of strength. Count Hong, take your new blood clan and go directly to the Marquis. I believe that the Marquis will not treat you badly. ”

When everyone around them heard that they could meet the marquis directly, they were amazed and envious one by one.

Count William, in particular, showed a deep sense of envy in his eyes.

At this time, it was the turn of Count William to register.

The person in charge of registration glanced at Zhang Fan and felt it, but he couldn't feel the slightest breath of blood core on Zhang Fan's body.

Suddenly, his face sank: "Ordinary humans? William, how dare you find an ordinary human to fool the Marquis?! ”

"I ......"

William also wanted to explain, but the person in charge of registration roared angrily: "Come on, take them to the marquis, and listen to the marquis!" ”

(End of chapter)