As soon as Alan finished saying this, Ning Meng felt a black shadow pass by beside him. His speed seemed extremely fast to others, but in Ning's eyes, he could clearly see a hand with a tattooed flower arm, swaying with green tendons, and slowly landing on Alain's cheek.

Alain was smashed hard by this punch, and the whole person actually took off and slid backwards for a distance, before falling heavily to the ground.

"What kind of thing are you, dare to talk about King Shura?"

The one who spoke was a leather-armored samurai who had just completed the handover, and judging by his outfit, it was probably a little higher than the group of samurai who escorted them into the city.

The four samurai who had completed the handover looked indifferently at Alan who had fallen to the ground, not caring at all about his life or death. As long as many of these teenagers are sent into the black town, even if they enter the city with their front feet, all the back feet will die, it has nothing to do with them, and the orders of the mission have already been handed in.

And all the teenagers in the team almost didn't dare to turn their eyes to look at the companion who fell to the ground, maybe they didn't think it was their companion, although they had almost declared death when they entered the black town, but they couldn't die early, and no one wanted to look for death in advance.

"Play dead?" The flower-armed warrior smirked and snatched a leather whip from his companion's hand: "If you don't get up, then let Lao Tzu help you." ”

"Flower dog, stop. Just as the Flower-Armed Samurai was about to lash Alain, a burly middle-aged man with a silver medal on his shoulder walked over.

As soon as he saw the man, the flower-armed warrior named Flower Dog was stunned for a moment, and quickly threw away the leather whip in his hand, and said with a flattering smile: "It turned out to be Captain Kongshan, why do you have time to come to me today." ”

The silver medal man's name is Sorayama, and he is a well-known mid-level deathfighter in the black town, and he has some fame.

A Death Fighter is a trainer of a Death Fighter.

There is a rule in the Colosseum that death fighters must be young people before the age of twenty. Only the Death Fighter is qualified to compete for the Shura King, and only the Shura King is finally qualified to get out of the Black Fight Town. And the rest of those who did not die in the beastfight, but are over twenty years old, will be left in the black town to pass the assessment to become a death fighter. New death fighters are constantly being trained for the Colosseum.

Compared to Deathfighters, Deathfighters have much better conditions in Black Towns, and they will no longer be forced to accept deathmatch missions unless there are special circumstances. Moreover, if the death fighters led by them have a good record in the Colosseum, the death fighters will receive very high rewards.

Rather than material rewards, Deathfighters care more about their level up. The record of each death fighter under his command will be accumulated on the body of the death fighter, from bottom to top, the level of the death fighter is bronze, silver, gold, star diamond, and glass five levels.

High-level death fighters can be said to enjoy all the honor and privileges in the black town, so that they are not even willing to return to the outside world.

Sora Shan walked up to the flower-armed man, his gaze swept over the newly arrived deathmatch boys, and slowly spoke: "Right now, the attrition rate of the death fighters in the Colosseum is getting bigger and bigger, so let's keep them to die in the Colosseum." ”

In the past two years, there have been more and more aristocratic relatives who love to watch the beast fight, from the first few years when it would only open once every three or five days to now there will be one or two shows almost every day, whether it is the beasts raised in the Colosseum, or the death fighters who come from all over the world.

The flower-armed man sneered and glanced at Alain: "Since Captain Kongshan has spoken, let him live for another two days." ”

"You. Kong Shan raised his hand and pointed in the direction where Ning was: "Come and take him and follow me." ”

The flower-armed man looked at the empty mountain in some astonishment: "Captain the empty mountain, do you want to choose this cripple?"

"What's the matter?"

"No, no. Haha, it's your right to choose a death fighter, but I think it's a bit ...... to use two places for these two goods It's a bit of a waste. ”

The new death fighters are not so easy to distribute, in this black town, the resources of the death fighters have always been more monks and less porridge, after all, there is consumption every day, which death fighter is not full of strength to grab. Even if you can't fight for the good ones, the rotten vegetable leaves can be snatched out of your head.

Only Death Fighters who have won more than three consecutive victories in the Colosseum will have a spot to pick a new Death Fighter. Therefore, every deathmatch master is extremely attentive to the selection of newcomers.

And if you want to get the pre-order ranking of picking people, it is even more difficult, and it needs to consume the honor points of the Deathfighter himself.

Kongshan didn't go to Tonghuaarm to explain anything: "Bring the list, I'll sign and mention people, and you don't have to worry about other things." ”

"Okay, what Captain Kongshan said is that Captain Kongshan's eyes are as wise as a torch, and I, a barbarian, naturally have far less eyesight than the captain. Hua Arm flattered the people under his command to send the roster, and took a wolf Hao Xiaofeng and handed it to Kong Shan.

Sora Shan took over Wolf Hao Xiaofeng, and Hua Arm pointed out the names of Alan and Ji Ji on the roster. Kongshan turned his head and glanced at Ning again, and wrote his signature Kongshan behind the two names.

After doing this, Sora Shan took out a small bag of silver coins from his sleeve and threw it to Hua Arm: "Take the brothers to have a drink, count me as invited." ”

The flower-armed man's mouth was almost grinning to the back of his ears, thinking that the work of this faction was full of oil and water, and he hadn't used his personal power much, and the money had already been sent to the door.

"Captain Sorayama, you see how embarrassing this is. He said he was embarrassed, but the man with the flower arm had already put the silver money bag into his breast pocket.

Sora Shan didn't want to say anything more to this guy, waved his hand as a goodbye, and turned his head to Ning and Alain's side.

"You can walk. ”

Ning nodded, but he deliberately lowered his head a little to avoid making eye contact with the empty mountain. For some reason, he always felt that this Captain of the Empty Mountain knew himself, or rather knew the original self.

Alain finally woke up at this time, and felt his swollen face, he didn't know what was going on.

"What's wrong with me, my head is so dizzy, my face hurts, did someone hit me just now?"

Ning didn't answer him, walked behind the empty mountain with his head down, and stood silently.

"Let's go. Sorayama walked away.

"Where are you going?"

This time no one answered him, and Alain had to pat the dust off his body, quicken his pace, and keep up with Sorayama and Ning.