"Sue... Su Shan, you are quieter, you can't be heard by others......" Mo Yi stood beside Su Shansheng, heard his scolding clearly, couldn't help but get closer to Su Shan, and then asked in a low voice: "Why do you want to scold the mine owner, I look at him, he seems to be a very good person." ”

"Huh...... It seems that you haven't been able to recognize the situation until now, this is a place to eat people, they will only treat us as brutes, and the mine owner...... , at first glance, he is not a good person!" Su Shan turned his head to look at the brother and sister beside him, and couldn't help but say more, and continued: "In the future life in this slave farm, don't blindly trust anyone, even if it's for your sister, you have to be cautious." ”

When he was in the slave farm of the Crystal Mountain of the Divine Domain, although Su Shan's body was only sixteen or seventeen at that time, because the life span of the Protoss was nearly six or seven times that of the Terran, he had actually stayed in the Crystal Mountain for nearly a hundred years, and his maturity and firmness were by no means comparable to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard what Su Shan said, turned his head to look at his sister who was sleeping on his shoulder, and then stayed in place and muttered for a long time before looking at Su Shan and said, "Su Shan, thank you." ”

Su Shan just shook his head indifferently, his attention at this time was all in the school field, the Wushan mine owner Bai Lingtian's babbling and pretentious speech finally ended, and this Wushan Dabi was about to usher in the last one.

As soon as the short old slave man struck the gong in his hand, everyone fell silent and looked at him, only to hear him say in a loud voice: "Thank you, our great mine master, what your lord says is always thought-provoking, I hope everyone present will remember it......"

"Then next, is the top priority of our big competition, this one hundred and eight mines, the position of the director! Who is the flower! Let's invite out the two ...... who broke through the encirclement all the way to the end in this big competition."

"The hundred-man guard chief of the sixty-third mine, Fang Wu!"

With the old man's words, a middle-aged strong man rushed out of the crowd and jumped into the school field, and suddenly a small group of people somewhere in the crowd shouted Fang Wu's name in unison, it should be a slave from the sixty-three mines, a supporter of Fang Wu.

'Bell'

The gong sounded again, and the old man then said loudly: "Next is the favorite to win the championship in this big competition, he has no name, the head of the hundred guards from the seventy-six mines, nicknamed Old Scar!"

After announcing the last battler, a thin middle-aged man in gray immediately walked out of the crowd, he looked ordinary, but there was a scar on his face that ran across his cheeks.

As soon as he appeared, everyone outside the school stadium shouted in unison: "Old Scar, Old Scar, Old Scar......!"

The old slave in the center of the field had quietly withdrawn at some point, and at this moment, in the huge school field, only Fang Wu and Lao Scar were left who were about to compete for the position of supervisor.

"Fang Wu. Fang Wu didn't dare to be careless when he stood in front of the old scar, and reported his name first.

It's just that the old scar was indifferent to this, just glanced at Fang Wu coldly, and said indifferently: "I won't keep my hand, it's still too late for you to admit defeat now, at least you can get a position as the head of the thousand guards!"

Hearing this, Fang Wu was obviously stunned for a moment, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said fiercely: "Since we have come to this point, how can we not fight!"

'Bang'

As soon as the words fell, he saw that Fang Wu had already moved, his legs kicked the ground violently, and he rushed straight to the old scar in front of him with his strength, and his hands were like knives, stabbing at the old scar's chest.

In the face of this move, the old scar did not move, but slowly raised his right hand, a faint luster flashed on it, and in the stunned sight of everyone, he grabbed Fang Wu's palm knife.

"This old scar is so deeply hidden, he is already the eighth heaviest quenching body!"

Su Shan, who was outside the school grounds, looked at the faint Xuan light emanating from the old scar's hand, the essence in his eyes flashed, he knew that it was the Xuan power stored in the body after cultivating the Xuan Qi, but at this moment, he saw the old scar grabbing Fang Wu's wrist, his body was slightly on one side, half squatting and clenching his fist, and then smashing Fang Wu's chest.

The fist shadow was heavy, the afterimage couldn't distinguish between reality and reality, and it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already slammed into Fang Wu's body, knocking it away, and he fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

"It's the War Shadow Fist! He's from the Tianwu Kingdom!" Mo Wei exclaimed in surprise after seeing the old scar's fist technique.

The familiar name of the battle shadow fist made Su Shan frown slightly, and he was extremely familiar with this boxing method in his impression, he thought carefully for a moment, it turned out that this boxing method was the military fist of the Tianwu ** team, in the memory of the previous owner of this body, when he was a child, he often met people to play this boxing method, but he himself failed to quench the body successfully, and he could not practice it.

At this moment, everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that Fang Wu would not even be able to take a move from Old Scar.

On the high platform, Bai Lingtian looked at the old scar in the school field, rubbed his fingertips, and said to Lin Ming on the side: "Brother Lin Ming, what do you think of this person?"

"How? It's not weak among these slaves, but if you take out this witch mountain...... , Lord Bai, you are also clear. Lin Ming looked at the school and said indifferently.

"Naturally, it is only in this Wu Mountain, the eighth weight of the quenching body, in this group of slaves, it can be regarded as a suppressive field!" Bai Ling Tiandao.

Fang Wu had already fallen to the ground at this moment, but the old scar obviously didn't want to stop, his figure flashed, he came to Fang Wu, and suddenly squatted down.

Everyone looked at the old scar, all holding their breath, Su Shan frowned slightly, his face became a little gloomy for some reason, he turned his head, looked at Mo Yuzhu, who was lying on Mo Yi's back, and didn't know when he woke up, and stretched out his hand to gently cover her eyes.

'Bang''......''

Old Scar's fist slammed into the back of Fang Wu's head mercilessly, punch after punch, muffled sound after another, and before a few punches fell, blood mixed with brains, splashed all over his face.

"O, O, O, ......!"

This bloody scene seemed to arouse the emotions of the slaves even more, and after everyone reacted, they all shouted loudly with the punch point of the old scar.

Finally, Fang Wu's head had been smashed into the deep pit, and he couldn't see it at all, at this time, the old scar stopped, stood up, and looked at Bai Lingtian on the high platform in the distance, showing a sneer on his face, which had been expressionless since Fang Cai.

"Old, old, old, old scar!"

The gong sounded again, and the old slave stood up from the sidelines, shouting excitedly.

And Bai Lingtian, who was on the high platform in the distance, felt very unhappy because of the sneer that the old scar showed at him, but at this moment he still had to stand up and shouted loudly to the audience: "Congratulations to this old scar from the seventy-sixth mine for becoming the director of the one hundred and eighth mine, and here, this time the big competition is officially over......"

"Okay, it's almost drenched in this rain, let's go back! Brother Lin Ming will also go back to the academy immediately!"

"That's right, Lord Bai," Lin Ming got up and said.

Bai Lingtian chuckled lightly when he heard this, and then was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he suddenly turned around again, looked at the school and said, "Fellow new guards and supervisors, hehe...... Take them to their new home!"

After saying this, he left with his guards in the distance.

And Lin Ming, after taking one last glance at Su Shan, left this place.

........................

"Su Shan, where is he going to take us?"

Su Shan and Mo Yi stood side by side, buried in the long queue of slaves, I don't know where to go, they have been walking around the foot of this Wushan Mountain for a long time, at this moment Mo Yi wiped the sweat left on his cheeks, and couldn't help asking.

After Su Shan helped him straighten Mo Yuzhu, who was a little crooked on his back, he said in a low voice: "You ask me, how would I know!"

"You two little imps, don't speak!"

Su Shan and Mo Yi immediately glanced at each other when they heard the sound, remained silent, and silently followed the queue to continue walking.

After a long time, the group finally saw the lights again, and suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes on the huge mine cave entrance, with dense torches, and the huge wooden sign engraved with the three big characters of 'one hundred and eight'.

Before they entered the mine, everyone felt a scorching heat wave coming from the entrance of the cave, and Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh in a low voice when he saw this: "Su Shan, look, it's such a big hole!"

Su Shan raised his head and looked at it coldly, and only mocked indifferently about this:

"Hmph, this is the home of the Wushan mine owner, and ...... It's still our home!"