"Name?"

"Luo Yang. ”

"Race?"

"Zhu Yan. ”

“......”

In a spacious hall, an old man in a brocade robe was writing the table, and from time to time he would ask Luo Yang in front of the desk a few words.

Yan Fei was sitting on the chair next to him, sipping fragrant tea while quietly looking at Luo Yang.

I have to say that this white-skinned demon has the ability to grasp the key points in a way that is difficult for others to reach.

This ability to be very aware of his strengths and be able to make the most of them is the real reason why he has always been invincible.

Just like this time to save Wubao, violence is definitely not okay, but he just changed the target of violence, and the problem was immediately solved.

"Almost, finally, give yourself a loud nickname. The old man tapped the charcoal in his hand, interrupting Yan Fei's contemplation.

"Nickname?" Luo Yang thought about it carefully, and all kinds of names flowed through his heart, and finally his expression must be:

"Just call, little white dragon from the stars!"

Yan Fei squirted a sip of tea.

The old man also looked at Luo Yang with a strange expression: "From, the little white dragon of the stars?

Luo Yang scratched his head and blinked suspiciously: "Can't it?" ”

Yan Fei didn't care about the water stains on his body, and hurriedly interjected: "That's it, this is good." ”

Seeing that Yan Fei, the "master", had no opinion, the old man shook his head and soon completed the registration work.

Before leaving, Luo Yang pointed to the number plate on his wrist and glanced at Yan Fei: "Don't forget!" Then he turned around and left with the old man.

And after Yan Fei saw the two figures completely disappear from the hall door, he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed loudly.

He could already foresee what it would be like in a moment.

......

At this time, Luo Yang had already followed the old man to a prison-like place.

Looking at the demon beasts that were separated one by one, he frowned and looked at the old man coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Not all monsters are obedient, it's just a necessary measure, understand?"

The old man's tone was not as polite as before, probably because Yan Fei, the "master", was not there.

Luo Yang's eyes flashed, but he rarely did not have a seizure, but chose to follow the old man to an empty prison cell.

Bang, with the iron door locked, he ushered in the first "prison disaster" in two lifetimes.

The old man did not return to his place of work after locking Luo Yang, but continued to move forward.

At the end was a rusty door, and he knocked twice, then pushed it in.

"Lao He, what good goods have arrived this time?" a bewitching neutral voice sounded from inside the room.

The old man, that is, Lao He, smiled slightly, found a fairly clean chair and sat down, and then replied: "It's just a ragtag demon that the race has never heard of." ”

"Oh. The owner of the bewitching voice, a slightly chubby middle-aged man Xie Ding, heard this, and suddenly lost interest: "Then what are you doing here?"

"Hey, hey. Lao He laughed twice: "Of course, I'm looking for you to make money~"

"Tell me about it!" Fat Xie Nan's eyes lit up.

"We ......" Lao He commanded him, and said so and so.

"This thing~" Fat Xie Nan slapped his thigh and shouted, "Okay!"

......

It was fast into the evening.

"Female ~ soldiers, first ~ students, welcome to the Bright Moon Fighting Beast, I am your pistachio - Fat Sensen. ”

A high, bewitching howl, with the help of amplification magic, resounded throughout the Colosseum, causing a burst of screams.

The owner of that voice was actually the fat Xie man who conspired with Lao He.

He was standing in the middle of the field, holding a "microphone" and waving it around.

The space around for five or six thousand people was already full.

Fat Xie Nan, oh that is, Fat Sensen pressed down with both hands, and waited for the boiling of the crowd to stop a little before he said with a smile:

"It's time for our nightly must-have show, King to Domination. As he spoke, he pointed sideways with his left hand:

"Now, please invite our five-game winning streak king - Heavy Hammer Ai ~~Ma ~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the floodgates in the direction of his left hand suddenly opened, and out of it slowly stepped out a behemoth: an orangutan-like creature that was 5 meters tall.

"Everyone's got it. Fat Sensen continued: "Our Emma is only a fourth-rank mid-level demon, but in the last game, she killed the challenger of the Dacheng stage.

It was a good duel, and will our Emma be able to continue the miracle?" he paused.

"Let's have its challenger, a newcomer to the great profession of beastfighting. With that, he stole a glance at the small card in his hand, then pointed sideways with his right hand.

"The Zhu Yan clan in the four-grade Dacheng period, the little white dragon from the stars - Luo ~~Yang~~" In the end, he was a little out of tune, and his face was a little dazed.

glanced at Luo Yang, who was staying in the gate, and then looked at the small card, how could he not put the white-skinned demon and the ultimate creature of the dragon together.

The audience on the field didn't know anything, and when they heard that the opponent this time was a dragon, they all screamed like chicken blood.

And Luo Yang, who had been in prison for a day, listened to the shouts from the masses outside at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little proud: Brother knows this nickname.

Seeing that the floodgates had been opened, he slowly appeared in front of everyone with a stiff old man's step.

Everyone on the field was silent at first, and then, a louder noise than just now instantly evaporated.

"Holy, this is a dragon?"

"Liar!"

"Kill this fake dragon!"

In the end, it was a unified slogan: "Heavy hammer, kill him!"

Luo Yang saw that the audience had "betrayed" him so quickly, and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry and rushed around and stretched out his middle finger.

The audience responded to him with even more fervent curses.

Fat Sensen hurriedly came out to save the game: "Challenger, please speed in place, the game is about to start." ”

Luo Yang glanced at him obliquely, still walking unhurriedly towards the center of the field.

Fat Sensen snorted dissatisfiedly, but he did not forget his duty, picked up the microphone and continued to introduce to the audience:

"Alright, before the tournament starts, ask your friends to pull out your wallets and vote for your favorite contestant.

Everything is according to the old rules, how big you dare to vote, how big we dare to take Mingyue.

First of all, there is our five-time king Emma, who has odds of 1.1 to 1.

As for our little white dragon player, friends who are brave and want to gamble, don't miss it.

Because his odds are - 1~10 to 10!

That's right, a 10x return.

Okay, without further ado, I announce the vote, start!"

As soon as his words fell, two huge figures were suddenly projected directly above him, it was Luo Yang and that Emma.

And the portraits have an ever-changing number on their heads, which represents their votes.

So far, the number on Emma's head has become 873 and is still rising.

And Luo Yang ......