The slave farm was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere today, everyone was waiting for the day, and the team that gathered here later was going to the battlefield of the people and demons in the Black Edge Canyon.

Hundreds of torn-clothed, yellow-skinned slaves stood in the center of the field, Duan Wuya leaned against the wall, all of them keeping their distance from him, their faces filled with disgust.

"Look, it's the Duan family's degenerate. ”

"Hey, hey... I didn't expect that the little genius who was glorious at the beginning will now fall to the same cannon fodder as us. ”

"Don't talk about it... Young Master Duan is a good person, and he was very polite to us before, as you all know, the affairs of the Duan family are very strange, and I am afraid that it will not be able to get rid of the Zhao family. An older slave walked up and sighed and smiled.

Many slaves also stopped ridiculing, and their faces welled up with a sad look of dead rabbits and foxes.

"Hmph, which thing that is not afraid of death dares to slander my Zhao family? I think you are tired of living!" A leather whip suddenly whipped, and the old slave who spoke immediately screamed, and several whip shadows waved in succession, and he was already dying, falling to the ground and moaning.

I saw a group of unruly young people walking quickly, looking condescendingly at the field, all of them with a big "Zhao" word printed on their chests.

The slaves immediately knelt down, their bodies trembling, these people were the children of the Zhao family, the overlord of Jinling, and they were also the core members of the team leader of this trip.

Duan Wuya's gaze in the corner suddenly turned cold, and he looked at a few people without speaking.

The leader was an old acquaintance, Zao Wou-Ki.

"Those who are bold and degenerate, don't kneel down for me yet!" a little guy shouted angrily, Duan Wuya's brows furrowed even tighter, and then he closed his eyes in front of everyone, not bothering to pay attention to them.

"You...."The little guy was suddenly furious, and he waved the leather whip, and the children of the Zhao family were all gloating with schadenfreude.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the people around him, and most of them had complicated faces after seeing Duan Wuya, with his current physical fitness, he would definitely end up miserable after receiving this whip.

"Stop!" At the critical moment, a coquettish cheer came from outside the field, and the sword light directly slashed the whip shadow, and a young girl quickly swept into the field, blocking in front of Duan Wuya.

She was wearing a simple green dress, with a delicate thin sword pinned to her waist, and her face was full of anger: "Zao Wou-ki, Brother Wuya treated you well before, how can you do it?!"

The young man led by the Zhao family frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth welled up with disdain: "It turned out to be Miss Caiwei, what's the matter? Could it be that you want to favor the degenerate?"

"Bastard, you don't use the name of a depraved person to suppress me, my swordsmanship is taught by Brother Wuyan, if you watch you bully him, what is the difference between it and a beast?"

The girl's attitude was tough, and she refused to give in at all, the cold light on the sword condensed again, and the fluctuation made everyone change darkly, Zhao Wouji's eyes flickered, and she glanced at Duan Wuya viciously: "You are lucky this time, but there will be no one on the battlefield of that human demon to protect you like this, let's go!"

As a core disciple of the Zhao family, he knows about the assassination, Zhao Erlong has not returned since he went out that night, and this period of Wuwu is still alive, which is really annoying.

"Good luck boy, let you live a little longer, and when you get to the battlefield of humans and demons, I will kill you!" swore viciously in his heart, and Zao Wou-Ki slowly walked away.

Seeing a few people leave, Cai Wei quietly breathed a sigh of relief, now the Zhao family is in full swing, ordinary people don't dare to offend at all, and it is not a new thing for their children to bully the weak in the city.

Quickly swept to Duan Wuya's side, the girl's eyes were slightly red, and her pretty face was full of apology and shouted: "Brother Wuya." ”

Seeing her, the young man's coldness finally subsided, and he raised his hand to habitually touch the other party's head, but in the end it was suspended in the air and did not fall for a long time.

The bitter appearance on her face made Cai Wei feel an inexplicable pain in her heart, and she quickly bowed to him: "If it wasn't for Brother Wuyan to save me, I would have died in the hands of bandits, and this life-saving grace cannot be repaid." ”

She was originally an ordinary girl in Jinling City, but she had no intention of getting Duan Wuya's support and practiced swordsmanship, and not long ago she joined the Qingyun Sect, and now she is a second-order senior war master, which is considered to be the best among her peers in Jinling.

After Duan Wuya's accident, she was also the only one who dared to stand out.

"I didn't expect you to come too. The young man sighed, Cai Wei smiled, ignoring the dirty ground, and sat beside him with her skirt, looking very well-behaved.

"Why can't I come, I must save enough merit to go to the battlefield this time, go back to the sect to exchange the elixir for you, as long as you cure your meridians, there will still be hope." ”

Cai Wei's eyes couldn't help but fall on the right arm covered with hideous scars, and distress flashed in her eyes.

Duan Wuya was stunned for a moment, moved in his heart, and said with a smile: "I didn't hurt you in vain. With that, he finally touched the girl's forehead, and the latter immediately closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Brother Wuya still smiles a lot, how beautiful you were in the past, I have always believed that you can recover. ”

"Hey, hey.... I've always believed in that too. The corners of the young man's mouth lifted, and his confidence was mixed with uninhibitedness, and Cai Wei was in a trance in front of him, as if he had seen the majestic figure of the former horse riding Jinling again.

Looking at the girl who lost her mind, Duan Wuya coughed a few times: "Okay, now that my two identities are different, I know that you are good to me, but now I can only remember it in my heart... You hurry up, then Zao Wou-Ki is very stingy, don't let him use the topic to play. ”

Speaking of this, Cai Wei was also secretly annoyed: "I'm not afraid of that ungrateful guy, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid he would have died on the battlefield, and now this face is really hateful." ”

"Alright, let's go. ”

Cai Wei was reluctant to get up, and she didn't forget to turn around and make a grimace at Duan Wuya, and the slaves not far away were all pricked up with their ears full of consternation.

Cai Wei's fame in Jinling is not small, and even faintly overshadows Zhao Xiangyun, because she was born poor, so she treats people more kindly and has a good reputation.

Everyone didn't expect to see this fairy-like figure in the slave area today, let alone that she would show such humility to a degenerate.

Seeing Cai Wei away, Duan Wuya closed his eyes again to rest, and he didn't bother to care about the strange gazes of others.

These slaves were only at the bottom of society, and naturally they did not understand the intricacies of the entanglements between the powerful, and their only concern was how to get back alive from the battlefield.

Duan Wuya already had a plan, if he wanted to completely wash away the stigma of the degenerate, unless it was to expose Zhao Shanhe's conspiracy, but there was no doubt that this would be like ascending to the sky.

Of course, there are other ways, such as making great achievements on the battlefield, as long as he can accumulate enough merits, he also has a chance to turn over.

In the midst of a lot of thoughts, war drums suddenly sounded outside the slave yard, and the slaves hurriedly lined up in the field, took shoddy weapons and put on old armor and stood in the field.

Soon after, a warfighter walked briskly and led them out of the room, all of them chained in a row with shackles under their feet, Duan Wuya was the last.

A large number of people and horses outside the gate have been assembled, the front is led by the Qingyun Sect, and the disciples sent by the major families of Jinling are behind, and the proud sons of the sky are all unruly; the third queue is a group of scattered cultivators; and the last one is the slave camp.

To be precise, the role of a slave is only cannon fodder, or rather, bait ... The chances of coming back alive from the dangerous battlefield of humans and demons are extremely low, but if they survive, they can completely escape their slave status.

is such a team of several hundred people that makes up this year's demon hunting team.

The morning sun had already appeared, and a strong man on the strongest side of the team stepped on his horse and shouted: "Let's go!"

Everyone quickly marched towards the outside of the city, hearing that the battle between the people and the demon clan in front of them was fierce, Duan Wuya's heart also gushed out of the long-lost heat, he had a different sense of familiarity with the battlefield during his career, and that was where he grew up all the way.

"Demon Clan, I'm back again!"