"I have a friend in there and I want to meet him. ”

"Oh, see little lover, I don't see that you kid has some taste, and likes the girl of my wolf clan. ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Seeing that the eyes of these girls became brighter and brighter, and they seemed to be extremely interested, Mo Zhongqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly agreed vaguely.

"That being the case, there is a way to get in this girl. ”

"How to get there?"

"That's the second question. ”

Seeing that Shuang'er was unrelenting, Mo Zhongqing touched his nose and smiled, and flew out the second white shell from his hand and said, "I still hope that the girl will guide you." ”

Shuang'er touched Bai Bei with one hand, grabbed Mo Zhongqing's outstretched hand with the other and said with a smile: "Actually, it's simple, have you seen that son just now? He is the second prince of the wolf king Zabul." As long as you can get close to him and let him take you in, you can't do it. ”

When Mo Zhongqing heard this, he sighed slightly and said, "I'm afraid that this person's arrogance is not in tune with me, not to mention that we have had a discord before, and it will be difficult to make friends." ”

Shuang'er smiled, and said mockingly: "Do you mean that you are stupid, or praise you for being upright? You just went in to meet the little lover through him, who cares if you are sincere or pretended?"

"This ......"

Seeing Mo Zhongqing's embarrassed face, Shuang'er said with displeasure on his face: "Heh, what a fool, for the sake of you being so stupid and inflexible, the old lady might as well kindly remind you that the second prince does not leave the claw hall on weekdays, and if he goes out, he will only go to one place, which is the competition arena in the west." If you go somewhere, you might be able to run into him, and by the way, you can win some "bonuses" and buy some decent clothes from me. ”

In the end, it seems that only the last sentence is the focus of the boss lady, Mo Zhongqing sighed for a moment and said: "So, thank you girl for your advice, we will meet again." ”

Watching Mo Zhongqing turn around and leave, Shuang'er leaned over the counter and held his cheeks with his hands, smiling meaningfully.

Outside the tent, Mo Zhongqing thought all the way. According to his original intention, he didn't want to take advantage of others for no reason, and he didn't want to make friends with others for his purpose. However, if you don't do this now, I'm afraid you'll have to explore the Talon Hall that looks like it's heavily guarded at night.

But when Mo Zhongqing first came to this demon world, he didn't know the habits of the wolf clan, even if he was lucky enough to avoid the eyes and ears of all the werewolf patrols, but the wolf king Zabulyan could easily avoid it?

Regardless of the temperament of the werewolf son, if he can put aside his personal preferences, make friends sincerely, and continue to follow the werewolf son without harming the interests of the werewolf son, and then try to help this person secretly after leaving, it can be regarded as worthy of conscience.

Yes, Mo Zhongqing's eyes, who had figured out this section, became brighter and brighter, and his steps, which had been sluggish, finally became brisk again.

To the west of the Hall of Talon is the most prosperous area of the Dragonwolf Tribe. This is the same as the Longxiang Village Settlement, which is a place where the clan buys and sells goods, there are dry goods flowing out of the Hundred Treasure Pavilion in Hehai Prefecture, and there are also various iron tools produced by the Bear Tribe, and the most is the dragon and wolf mounts with all kinds of fierce appearances. This dragon wolf mount is a kind of wolf with a wide backbone, Mo Zhongqing has only ridden a horse, and now when he sees these wolves, he can't help but feel a little fresh, but he knows that this is not the purpose of this trip, so he only glanced at it a few times and walked towards the western hillside.

As soon as you step into the rugged mountain road, you can hear a strange noise coming from the mountain.

Yes, this is the arena that Shuang'er is talking about. The demon world advocates strength, and werewolves respect martial arts, and the establishment of this martial arts competition is to remind the werewolves in the clan not to slack off at all. Of course, in addition to worshipping strength, werewolves advocate unity, so the highlight of the martial arts arena is not the competition between werewolves, but the werewolves and the unenlightened monsters in the demon world to fight to the death, if you can defeat the monsters, you can get the "bonus" prepared by the eldest son of the wolf king Zabul, which is a lot of income for most civilian werewolf warriors who are not engaged in production.

In addition, this martial arts arena does not exclude foreign clans from coming to compete, because the popularity of this dragon and wolf tribe martial arts field can be described as unprecedentedly prosperous, which is a distinctive symbol in the demon world.

Nestled in a recess to the west, the arena has been renovated into a fighting arena using a natural valley basin, while the surrounding hillsides have been carved into trapezoidal shapes for viewing. In the belly of the mountain under their feet, the eldest son of the wolf king Zabul, "Xiao", spent a lot of money to hire the people under the command of the master of the Jiuqu Cave to hollow out the belly of the mountain and use it to raise fierce beasts, and these fierce beasts were naturally captured by the elite wolf riders from the wild land. Of course, before this was caught, he had been more or less scarred, and his ferocity had greatly decreased, but if he was defeated by one person, it was still quite interesting.

No, as the rugged mountain road went all the way up, Mo Zhongqing could hear excited screams, wild roars, and the hustle and bustle from the field.

Mo Zhongqing frowned, this extremely carnival atmosphere reminded him of some similar scenes in the world. It is quite possible that some of them have no idea why they are happy and happy, and why they are cheering and cheering, but they are driven by a high tide of emotion, and in the meantime the weaker ones are even more enthusiastic and dancing, and now the whole valley is like a pot of boiling water, and the heat can be felt from the outside.

Just when Mo Zhongqing had no choice but to go up again, he was blocked by two powerful werewolves, one of whom was condescending, squinting at Mo Zhongqing and said: "Outsider, this is the audience seat, if you go up, you need to pay a red shell as a bonus for the martial artist to win the event!"

Mo Zhongqing stopped and subconsciously said, "What if I don't have it?"

The speaker was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said: "If you don't, you can only enter the arena as a warrior! You only need to win one game to get a few bonuses paid by today's audience, and if you win the championship in one fell swoop, you can even get the gift prepared by our eldest prince for the winner, which is worth getting rich overnight!"

"The ?...... of the Prince"

In the face of the werewolf's extremely incendiary words, Mo Zhongqing just smiled, he naturally had no interest in the next competition, and he was also not interested in getting rich overnight. I was going to wait for the white-clothed werewolf to come out, but I heard the noise in the valley suddenly quiet, as if it was isolated, and then after half a breath, the cheers that were even more enthusiastic than before suddenly boiled, and at the same time gathered into a single tone: "Sword God! White Clothes!! Sword God! White Clothes !......"

The voice was higher and higher, Mo Zhongqing looked at the two werewolves in front of him with envy and admiration, his eyes lit up, and he said lightly: "Okay, I'll enter as a martial artist." ”

The dense iron gate, the quiet mountain road, the oil lamps on both sides led Mo Zhongqing slowly, and the shadow behind him swayed and stretched for a long time. The shadows were flanked by well-armoured, armoured guards, and behind them were arched openings with iron bars and small holes that seemed to be used only for ventilation, and the dark inside was not shiny, but from the fishy aura and angry roars that seemed to be holding an unknown beast in captivity.

At this time, Mo Zhongqing was holding a broken iron sword in his hand, this sword was dark red and bloodstained, and it seemed to be full of enemy blood.

But Mo Zhongqing was told that the blood stains on the sword body were the own of many foreign martial artists. Before he came, he thought that he could find the white-clothed wolf-eared swordsman to compete with him as a martial artist, so as to open a breakthrough. But when he signed a life and death sign, he was told that he was not competing with werewolves, but fighting fierce beasts, and he would not rest until he died!

Mo Zhongqing knew that he was fooled but did not quit immediately, not because the dozen werewolf guards beside him faintly drew their swords to threaten each other, but because he wanted to find out by himself. As for this blood sword, the werewolf attendant who received him saw that he was unarmed, and out of pity or out of banter, he handed over this ominous blood sword to him, and told him that it was a tradition in the martial arts.

Tradition? What kind of tradition, is it the so-called tradition that makes the audience watch the warrior die under the sharp teeth of the fierce beast and monster and laugh wildly? Mo Zhongqing chuckled lightly, and finally smelled a trace of barbarism in the demon world that was different from the human world.

Walking slowly along the road in the belly of the mountain, the noise outside faintly increased, and when Mo Zhongqing pushed open an iron door at the end, the cheers and scolding outside the field clearly poured into his ears. Mo Zhongqing glanced at it and found that this was a stone chamber in the belly of the mountain, and outside the iron fence in front of it was the martial arts arena in the recess, and the noise was constantly poured into the room from here. Mo Zhongqing attracted the attention of the demon clans in the house when he entered the house, and after seeing the ominous blood sword in his hand again, he just wanted to laugh, but because of Mo Zhongqing's complete human form and his face turned pale, he lowered his head again. And there is such a person, he is dressed in white and holding a sword, his face is cold, after watching Mo Zhongqing come in, he was stunned for half a second, and then walked straight forward, and said coldly: "You follow me?"

Mo Zhongqing looked at the bare hilt in the dragon-patterned scabbard, and the red sword spike on it was nowhere to be found, so he touched his nose and said casually: "It's very coincidental, Brother Wolf also came to earn bonuses?"

"Humph!"

After a short conversation, there was calm in the stone room again, and it was obvious that the second prince of the wolf clan didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden "hiss" sound outside the field, shouting and scolding one after another, and then there was a "clang" sound, the iron fence was pushed away from the outside, and two werewolf guards came in successively, carrying an unrecognizable, soft corpse like mud, and walked towards the corridor behind the iron gate with an expressionless face.

When passing by Mo Zhongqing's side, the wolf attendant behind glanced at him, and then lowered his head sullenly. Following his gaze, he could clearly see that the corpse he was carrying in his hand was already mutilated, the intestines were rotten, and even the overflowing broken intestines could be clearly bitten on it—the bite marks of the fierce beast.