Soon it will be Han You's turn.

He silently estimated the strength of the other party, these two people were deeper than his own internal strength but not too strong, probably in the later stage of the Great Grandmaster.

And its muscles and strength are just as vain as others.

If he really fought to the death, he was confident that he could kill him.

But that meant that the simulation was a failure.

Fifty mythical traits at a time, he can't bear it.

"Why don't you bear with it?"

He looked at the two men who had already walked in front of him, thinking to himself.

"You don't have anything?"

The two jailers looked at his empty hands and immediately frowned.

"Nope."

Han You said calmly.

Indeed, he had nothing on him but his clothes.

The two jailers looked at each other, expertly intending to reach for him.

The few newcomers who had given their property and were given preferential treatment before also looked at this side with interest, and some even whistled twice boldly.

Presumably a sick thought akin to the fanaticism of converts, who now want to see the miserable fate of these hard-boiled people, as a way to prove how right they were to have chosen to give in and kneel.

Newcomers should be honest and obedient, and can't have their own ideas!

If they hadn't gotten permission, they would have wanted to come up and step on two feet.

And yet at this moment.

The outstretched hands of the two jailers were all grabbed by the wrists of a pair of powerful hands, and they could not move an inch.

"Not really." Han Youwei smiled.

A pair of hands grabbed the wrists of the two people like calipers, but their faces did not change color at all, as if everything was as usual.

The two jailers blushed instantly, and they couldn't stretch it out, and they suddenly found that they couldn't pull away even if they wanted to.

The strength of this person in front of him seemed to be endless, and he crushed the people of the late stage of the two great grandmasters!

This anomaly is simply incomprehensible to them.

But suddenly, one of the jailers changed his face and whispered.

"You're a god-favored?"

The other jailer was also taken aback, and the look in his eyes at Han You was already different at this time.

If there was still some disdain for the hillbilly, now it is full of solemnity.

"Divine Favorite?"

Han You repeated it in a low voice, not understanding what it meant.

Literally, it seems to be a special identity that can bring extraordinary powers.

Seeing that the attitude of the two men had changed, he did not continue to hold on, and immediately took two steps back after the two of them took off, staring at him with cautious faces.

"Little brother was offended just now, and we didn't know that you were a god."

"Divine Favorite?!"

"He's a god-favored?"

"But why did the Divine Favor come here to be a jailer?"

The eyes of the people around him also changed significantly, some were excited and excited, some were afraid and uneasy, and their eyes were focused on Han You's body one by one, making him feel as if he was a monkey being watched by everyone, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He was full of doubts now, but it seemed like it was the most basic common sense for the others, and it was not good to ask now in order to avoid revealing the stuffing.

Fortunately, after his outing, the two jailers did not dare to continue, and their actions were obviously much more restrained.

Because of this, the rest of the people also looked at Han You with some gratitude, thinking that he had saved them.

Although Han You himself just doesn't like other men to touch him.

As for the rest of the job allocation, it seems that it really becomes random.

Han You was assigned to Group C, which sounds like a type that is neither good nor bad.

After the distribution, it's time to get the usual uniforms and weapons, and then it's time to go to dinner.

As soon as he got the uniform, he could obviously smell the smell of sweat and unknown blood on it, Han You frowned, but now he didn't have a chance to change it, so he could only put it on.

As for weapons, it's even more unbearable.

He was given a knife.

Not only was there no scabbard, but the blade was just wrapped in a piece of tattered cowhide, and when the knife was pulled out, it was already rusty, and there were several gaps that had been broken by the previous owner.

It's the type of broken copper and iron, and no one wants it when it's thrown on the ground.

He was a little speechless, but looked at the others, and they all seemed to be ecstatic.

Some of them will pose in front of the mirror a few times after putting on that stinky and dirty uniform, as if they never get tired of looking at it, and some of them are holding the tattered weapons they received like babies, and the look of cherishing is estimated to be nothing more than that, even if it is a wife.

"Isn't there a shortage of supplies in this city?"

Han You thought in his heart.

He vaguely guessed why these people would desperately join the jailers.

When it's time for dinner, the performance is even more confusing.

Obviously, there are some dry steamed buns and flatbreads and other basically tasteless dry food on the table, but those people are like hungry wolves who have seen delicious food, scrambling to fight for food, and there is still one in their mouths, and they have already grabbed the next one in their hands.

Han You tried to take a piece of steamed bun and bit it.

The mouth is sour, dry and hard, and I can't swallow it at all.

He suspected that beggars might eat better than these people in Linglong City.

But just then, he noticed a slightly thin man next to him sneaking towards him.

Han You was just about to frown away, when he suddenly felt something stuffed by the other party.

Looking down, I was stunned to find that it was 1/4 of a salted duck egg.

The man lowered his voice: "Thank you just now, if it weren't for you, I guess I wouldn't have been able to keep these eggs......"

Han You was a little stunned.

In such a scarcity of materials, these salted duck eggs may really be comparable to the same weight of gold and silver treasures.

"You're welcome, it was just a gesture just now."

The man sat down and said with a smile: "My name is Tan Anhe, what about you?" ”

"Han You."

The man lowered his voice again: "Brother Han, since you are a god, why did you come here?" ”

Hearing this word again, Han You decided to ask clearly: "What is the Divine Favorite?" ”

"You don't know?"

The man was stunned, a little surprised.

"I don't know, no one taught me this." Han You shook his head.

"You don't need to be taught by others, you don't know it naturally when you practice every day." There was something strange about the man.

"When you're cultivating?"

Han You was even more inexplicable.

Why are these people speaking as indistinctly as they are riddles?

Why do you need to know this?

But at this moment, he was stunned for a moment, and there was a bit of contemplation in his eyes.

Judging from the situations that I had seen before where the strength was vain and the strength was far less than what this realm should have, it seemed that the cultivation methods of the people in this city were really different from what they knew.

It's not that he knows how to squeeze his potential and gain internal strength through various martial arts techniques......

"I had a serious illness before, and after I got better, I forgot a lot of things, and I also forgot about this thing about cultivation and divine favors."

He chose not to move, knocking on the side.

"Can you explain it to me?"

"Oh, little things, little things."

Tan Anhe nodded suddenly, as if he felt that this kind of amnesia was also common, and he was not surprised.

"Let's cultivate, that is, every morning when we get up and go to bed at night, we worship and chant in front of the statue of Xiaoyao immortals, and then sincerely wait for the gifts of the immortals."

"But often the amount of the immortal gifts that each person can receive is different. Some people are given few gifts and their strength is slow to improve, so they are called God-haters, and on the contrary, they are called God-favored. ”

"And the Divine Favor is often not only a fast progress, but also may have some special unbelievable abilities, such as infinite strength like you!"