Since he was already destined to go to the ring, Yang Zhao naturally would not wait.

With Shen Ruoyu by his side, Yang Zhao was bold and talked to a red-clothed female concubine who opened a gambling stall next to him.

After a while, he took out the silver and bought a large pile of paper, and ran behind Shen Ruoyu in a puff of smoke.

As for whether the lady in red was a human, a ghost or a monster, Yang Zhao didn't dare to look at it or think about it, she was afraid that she would owe it, and she would scare back her weak courage by taking a look.

She was a little out of tune when she spoke now, but Shen Ruoyu's ancestor didn't care.

If he was scared again, Yang Zhaoke really couldn't control his mouth running around the train.

When the time comes, being beaten and punished is a trivial matter, and it will be a big deal to make Shen Ruoyu angry.

"No wonder gambling and drugs have been swept away by the state, this is really black!"

There are more than 170 pieces of paper, which cost Yang Zhao more than 50 taels of silver, and a well-off family of five in the city can live a year and a half, and a monk in the early stage of foundation building has a month's monthly money.

But then again, this thing Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to beat and the other was willing to suffer, even if Yang Zhao scolded her for being black, he still willingly took out the silver.

Each piece of paper here contains rough information about a monk who has been in the ring.

At the top of the paper is a more distinctive white headshot.

The following is from the spells and runes that this monk is good at, to the types of magic weapons and spiritual objects that he often uses, to some of their big behavior habits, which are all on paper.

The permanent population of the entire Shuncheng is only two or three hundred, and the information of this pile accounts for most of the population, which can also be called comprehensive.

Although Yang Zhao also knew that the information on this must be relatively one-sided, and it might even be that those monks deliberately showed it to mislead others.

But then again, something is better than nothing.

After all, many people have been fighting in this ring for a year or two, and even five or six years.

It's rare for so many people to hide their strength for such a long time.

It's all about fighting for chance, and wasting time is wasting their own lives.

Yang Zhao spent fifty taels of silver to buy it for one time.

A time to investigate the player's information.

The hustle and bustle around him gradually rose, and Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Master, the boss lady who sold me the news just now gave me an extra piece of news because I paid the money, Master, are you interested?"

Yang Zhao's big eyes were bright, and he stared at Shen Ruoyu without blinking, with an expression of wanting to gather to eat melons.

Shen Ruoyu glanced back at Yang Zhao helplessly.

In the era in which he lived, all girls and children at Yang Zhao's age had to be seven or eight years old, and in another seven or eight years, she would be able to hold her grandson, how could there be someone like Yang Zhao who jumped out.

"Hey, hey."

Yang Zhao looked at Shen Ruoyu's expression, smiled embarrassedly, and patted his mouth gently.

"I didn't mean to hang my ancestor, but I really didn't listen to me today."

Then he couldn't help but mysteriously come to Shen Ruoyu's side, and mysteriously lowered his voice.

"Didn't the passer-by surnamed Zhang always say that there were newcomers on the island? I didn't see anyone, so I looked at the ghosts in the tower, but the proprietress said, although it was a monk, it was not a Terran monk, it was a feather clan, and there were nearly 600 feather clans on the whole island! ”

She smiled again.

"I said, why haven't I seen anyone for a long time? It turns out that they are all birds, and that's right, other people's birds are flying in the sky, living on tree branches, and no matter how bad they are, they will go to find a cliff, who is still shopping in the city? ”

As she chatted, her cranial nerves jumped to something else.

"Alas, Master, you said that when I was in Yuntian City, they all classified those birds as the Sea Clan, how did they become the Feather Clan when they arrived in Tianfu?"

Shen Ruoyu looked at the ring indifferently, no matter how noisy the surroundings were, his voice could clearly reach Yang Zhao's ears.

"Because Tianfu was originally built on the mainland, but now it has been shattered into an island in the sea. Naturally, there are no sea tribes on land, and they are all called feather tribes. ”

"Of course, it may also be that these ghosts on the island can't get out of the tower, and after a long time, the news is blocked, so naturally they won't change their words. Who can shout at them for their little mistake? ”

"Hold the grass, this is originally in a continent, the realistic version of Yugong moving mountains?"

Yang Zhao was dumbfounded, and his scalp couldn't help tingling.

You know, Shen Ruoyu is talking about the mainland, how can a continent be smashed?

In addition to the crustal movement of the planet itself, this is an impossible feat for human beings today.

To take the simplest example, the world's nuclear weapons combined do not need to be able to blow up a piece of land, even the smallest peninsula is enough to choke.

At most, it was an earthquake caused by an explosion, but it was unthinkable to blow up all the surrounding continents and leave only a mountain

In the face of nature, man has not yet been able to conquer them.

So Yang Zhao could only think of Gong Yishan.

Yu Gong's trip touched heaven and earth, and the Emperor of Heaven sent two sons of Hercules Kua'e to help him carry the mountain.

Let the gods carry a piece of mountain peak alone and throw it into the sea as an island, which is much more reliable than blowing up the continent alone.

Shen Ruoyu didn't look back, and he knew that the current Yang Zhao must have never seen the world.

"And after that, what are those Feather Clans doing?"

"Huh? Yes! ”

Yang Zhao's originally somewhat sluggish eyes suddenly became energetic again, and his eyes flashed with gossip.

"They're all here for dinner! More than 500 of the 600 people came to eat! ”

Halfway through her sentence, she stopped her mouth again.

Shen Ruoyu didn't know if it was lucky or unfortunate to meet such a naughty person.

"Why do you eat?"

A question had already satisfied Yang Zhao, and she didn't dare to hang it too much, so she honestly explained.

"Hey, hey, it's the old birds in their clan, it is said that these feather clans will enter the heavenly tomb of Tianfu before they die, and they will die there, so the juniors of those old birds will come to eat the feast."

As he spoke, his voice lowered again, muttering in his own mouth.

"I just found out that the Heavenly Tomb is not a private cemetery, this is actually a Xiuzhen Realm Cemetery, this pattern has opened."

Shen Ruoyu was thoughtful when she heard this, and finally muttered half a sentence.

"No wonder .........."

"Ah, Master, what did you say?"

Yang Zhao was listening with his ears pricked up, but he hadn't heard it all.

"What do I say about eating or not eating, people are escorts, now there are so many feather clans on the island, you don't have anyone beating the door on your mouth, don't ask me to ask for face for you."

"How is that possible? No way, I'm just a little stressed, and after a while, my mouth will definitely be tighter than the mussel shell! ”