The disappearance of the purple pupil was as mysterious and bizarre as her appearance, and when everyone was still immersed in the surprise of her appearance, she had disappeared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAll she was left with was a long snowy hair in the perfect back, reflecting a dazzling light in the light, and the young knights found nothing.

It can be said that most of the people here are here to catch a glimpse of this legendary girl, and they have come here from afar, but at the most critical moment when the girl appeared, they completely forgot the purpose of their trip. They watched the girl come in a daze, and they didn't know when the girl would leave, this phenomenon was not an isolated phenomenon, and all this was definitely not accidental.

When this group of young people was still immersed in this unknown result, there was a strong killing intent that seemed to be like a substance, and these people couldn't help but tremble.

A group of guards marched in in unison, expressionless and indifferent to everything around them, with a pair of fiery and fanatical eyes on their pale faces and stiff faces, and all their eyes were united in the back of the girl disappearing into the winding corridor.

The tragic murderous aura came out of the body without any disguise, when their murderous aura was mixed together, the intensity seemed to be able to choke people's throats, those low-level reformed people were paralyzed and breathless, and the wine glasses in their hands fell to the ground in confusion, looking at this group of silent guards in horror, if only the murderous aura can cause people here, you can imagine how many creatures died under their hands!

Even Orrich, who has always been calm and present, couldn't help frowning tightly when he saw this group of guards, and his body was involuntarily stimulated by the strong murderous aura to instinctively counterattack.

The uniform black battle suits of this group of silent guards were sprayed with exactly the same dark purple violet flowers. They are an independent guard group subordinate to His Highness Purple Pupil, a gathering of geniuses, each with great merits, but they are willing to be a small guard. They are fanatical enthusiasts, slaughtering beasts, and a bunch of utter lunatics!

Tu Nan, the most elite guard of the Caroline family, the guardian of the flower on the other side of the Northern Wilderness.

When the last male guard disappeared, the solemn murderous aura finally began to dissipate, and many people carefully adjusted their breathing, and the depressed and dull atmosphere almost suffocated them.

Unlike the crowd of guests who looked at each other and whispered conversations, all the young descendants of Shuma had gloomy faces, and each of the Tu male guards was armed with a weapon, and the prohibition of carrying weapons was one of the unwritten rules of any imperial banquet, but the group turned a complete blind eye, as if it were not Shuma, but Caroline.

Such a blatant disregard would be undermined if it was spread outside, and it was absolutely unacceptable to the people of the empire who regarded the glory of life as unacceptable.

But they have to accept it! Today's Xiuma is no longer the Xiuma of the past, and in the face of Caroline, who is like a behemoth, forbearance is their only choice.

Van stared at what was happening in front of him, and his hideous face obscured his expression, otherwise his solemn expression would have attracted the attention of others.

As for why he is like this? Not only because of the girl named Purple Pupil, nor because of the murderous Tu Nan guards, but in the group of guards surrounded by Tu Nan, he saw a familiar face, and she smiled back with deep meaning.

Night pupils.

The arrival of the purple pupil in Shuma means that the conversation time of the banquet is officially over, and the real highlight has just begun.

Shuma Dabi.

As a rising star of the younger generation of the Xiuma family, Clay has abundant resources that ordinary people can't hope for, as long as he wants it, there is nothing he can't get. Especially when his biggest opponent, Orić. Shuma was ruthlessly banished from the core sequence, and Clay could barely find any opponents.

For a proud son of heaven like him, there is no need to waste a lot of time accumulating combat merits and exchanging them for level-increasing enhancement liquids, and the improvement of ability only depends on whether they want to or not, that's all.

But the enhancement liquid is not a panacea after all, the extreme improvement it can bring to people is limited to the highest level of eight, in fact, most people can only use the enhancement liquid to improve to level seven. The road after that will depend entirely on the efforts of the reformers themselves.

Of course, this needle is only a so-called strengthening fluid.

As a well-deserved genius, Clay has been a transformer warrior up to level eight a long time ago, and after tempering at this level for a long time, he finally decided to break through to the ninth level in one fell swoop, but it is not enough to have a fantasy, he still needs one thing, a key thing.

Pure-blooded modified fluid taken from prototype 1.

For Clay, who has always pursued perfection, only the purest transformation liquid can retain his existing abilities to the greatest extent in the process of transformation, which is why he is reluctant to accept transformation.

However, all the No. 1 prototype pure-blood transformation liquid is in the hands of the Caroline family, and the amount of outflow each year is extremely limited, and Caroline also uses this to quickly distance herself from other families on top of high-end force.

After being denied the help of his family, Clay can only pin his hopes on Dabi in the Imperial Gladiatorial Arena, and as long as he can squeeze into the top three, he can obtain a pure-blood transformation liquid with a rank of X. Clay never had the luxury of winning the first place, and even the proud had to admit that the mountain-like Caroline family was not an existence that the current Shuma could fight against.

But within the Shuma family, he was not afraid of anyone.

Thinking of this, Clay looked directly at Orich who was not far away with provocative eyes, but Olrich didn't seem to notice this, just sat quietly in his seat and set his eyes on the field.

The edge of the large indoor circle arena is filled with competitors wearing hideous ghost faces, who are the strongest "weapons" cultivated by the young descendants of Shuma's generation, and tonight, they will first determine the five winners who have the qualifications to lead the team to participate in the team competition, and then lead the team to compete for the final only spot.

This format is unique to Shuma, which not only emphasizes the energy of teamwork, but also emphasizes the key role of individual martial arts in battle.

At this time, there were still three minutes before the start of the game, and the surrounding stands were already full of people, and people were talking about it, all pointing out their favorite ghosts.

As one of them, when the other contestants were warming up, he stood there alone and motionless, as if in contemplation, and his abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"Orrich, is your ghost face frightened?" The shrill laughter continued to sound around him, and it didn't change Oririch's expression in the slightest, the level determines the attitude, what he was thinking about now was completely different from his many brothers, so when facing ridicule, he might pretend to be angry when he was in a good mood, if he was in a bad mood. Lions don't care about wild dogs.

However, his silence was obviously misinterpreted, so that the ridicule became more and more, and when Orić was still a core descendant, he offended not many ordinary people, so when he was down, of course these people would not give him a good face.

The attitude of the master determines the attitude of his subordinates, and Van is almost targeted by nearly half of the other contestants in the field at the same time, and these people are eager to try, just waiting for the event to start kicking Van out of the game in one fell swoop.

"Orić, this kid looks like he's in trouble again." A Glory Clan elder of Xiuma in the Supreme Stand shook his head gently.

"Not necessarily, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse." Another clan elder disagreed.

"It's a pity for this child, if not...... He is now in the Northern Wilderness. ”

"Is it useful to say these now, it was Fronsal who gave up on him, not us. Besides...... "The man wanted to speak and stopped."

The clan elders tacitly glanced at the terrifying body in the upper stands, and sighed.

"Your Highness? Any questions? At this time, Quinn didn't care about what other people thought, his mind was all focused on one person.

The purple pupils were half-leaning on the delicate and luxurious seats, but Fronsal, who was supposed to be watching the seats next to her, disappeared, and she gently played with a silver glittering pistol in her hand, and she didn't know what was shining in her pure and flawless purple pupils.

"Your Highness? If you're engage......d," Quinn asked cautiously.

"Are you sure he's here?" Purple Hitomi asked suddenly, but the person she asked wasn't Quinn.

"How could I deceive you? Your Highness. The veiled Night Pupil took a few steps forward, "I need to correct your wording, Your Highness, though, I'm not sure if he's here, but there's at least a clue about him here." ”

"What proof do you use?"

"Isn't the weapon in His Highness's hand enough to prove it?" Night Hitomi smiled faintly.

Purple Pupil didn't say a word, and slowly focused her gaze on the weapon in her hand, which was a silver desert eagle, exactly the same one he had taught her to use when she was still an Angel of Death.

"If you lie to me, I'll kill you." When the girl said this, both her tone and expression were extremely flat, but no one dared to ignore the extreme disregard for life, and for a person who had just returned from the Northern Wilderness, there was no difference between killing and breathing.

"How so?" The night pupil smiled slightly, and the ink-black pupils echoed with ripples. (To be continued.) )