Wuling Continent, the northern part of the Tianhuo Domain, Ningwu Slave Hunting Field.
The scorching sun should have been a time to cool off and escape the summer heat, but in the Ningwu slave hunting ground, there are crowds of people.
The crowd gathered next to the ring in the slave hunting field. On the ring were a strong slave hunting man and a weak boy. The two were fighting to the death.
Quiet. It is extremely quiet above and below the ring.
It had been more than a quarter of an hour, but this seemingly weak boy avoided the attacks of the great man again and again, without exhaustion, without bowing his head, and without falling down.
Hunter, the most prosperous type of people in Wuling Continent, have low backgrounds and low cultivation. But Hunter here is different because this is Ningwu Hunter Field and is an affiliated property of Qingyang Sect, which ranks second in the Tianhuo Domain.
The lucky hunting slave will be selected into the Qingyang Sect and become an extremely dazzling existence in the entire Tianhuo Domain!
Every new hunting slave enters the hunting slave field, there will be a trial battle.
And this time, everyone was extremely surprised. The one who tried the boy was B5, who was enough to enter the top 100 hunting slaves, B5!
But now, Bing Wu is confused, even like all the hunting slaves who are watching and fighting, and can't believe it.
Because the young man in front of him, a weak man who only has the second level of the body-building realm and does not have any skills, actually avoided all his attacks in half an hour!
Looking at the shaky but slow down, Bing Wu became more and more angry.
"Tiger Roaring Fist!"
B5 rushed out, kicked the ring with his feet and punched out his fists, causing a whistling sound of the wind. The target was the boy in front of him!
In the howling wind, there is a faint sound of a tiger roaring.
"A coward who only knows how to dodge will die!"
Although Tiger Roar Fist is not considered a high-level martial art, it is Bing Wu's famous martial arts.
The new hunting slave who can be unharmed in B5's hands has never appeared yet.
Everyone knows that this person will not appear in the future! Because this is Ningwu slave hunting ground. The strength is enough to prove everything!
In the middle of the crowd, a man in gray stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the young man on the ring, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Why should a slut expelled by Qingyang Sect struggle?"
This man in gray is the general manager of Ningwu Slave Hunting Field, Han Yang, who has a cultivation level in the middle stage of Ningmai Realm, and is the strongest person in Ningwu Slave Hunting Field.
Only Han Yang knew about the entire slave hunting ground. The young man in front of him was just a lowly slave of Qingyang Sect. He did something wrong and was demoted to the slave hunting ground.
Exited by Qingyang Sect?
This young man actually comes from Qingyang Sect!
All the hunting slaves looked at the boy as if they were struck by lightning.
In the slave hunting ground, there are fighting every day and death every day. All the slave hunting ground fights life and death in this slave hunting ground, in order to achieve success in cultivation, they were selected by Qingyang Sect and become Qingyang Sect.
disciple.
Even if it's just an outer disciple!
Hunting slaves have their lives like grass. However, disciples of sects are high-ranking existences. Only by becoming disciples of Qingyang Sect can they become superiors and among the people. All hunting slaves also fight for this goal.
But this young man was expelled by Qingyang Sect and came to Ningwu Slave Hunting Field.
Looking at the lonely figure on the ring and thinking about Han Yang's words just now, some hunting slaves already understood in their hearts, and there was a little more pity in their eyes.
Han Yang, originally a disciple of Qingyang Sect, was demoted to Ningwu Slave Hunting Farm a year ago and became the chief manager of the Slave Hunting Farm.
Over the past year, several people who were demoted from Qingyang Sect to the hunting ground. These people, without exception, all died in the trial of the new hunting slaves.
A few shrewd hunter guessed in his heart that Han Yang absolutely hated people from Qingyang Sect like him.
And this time, these hunting slaves proved their guess.
Because this young man had no cultivation. But the one who tried him was Bing Wu.
The hunting slaves in the slave hunting ground are born without a name. Even if they have, once they enter the slave hunting ground, all the names of the hunting slaves must be erased, and only the numbers are included.
B5 is the number of this great man. Hunting slaves are divided into three levels, A, B, and this great man is the fifth strong man among the third-class hunting slaves, with a sixth level of the body-building realm!
Even fools can understand that the purpose of Han Yang doing this is to make the boy die!
I think this young man will never have the chance to leave the slave hunting ground alive. His fate will be buried in this land like the thousands of slaves who have no names or even no numbers in the slave hunting ground for decades. No one will remember it.
Where he came from, no one would remember his name.
Many hunters have already answered the trial in their hearts.
As everyone expected, on the ring, B five punches were smashed out, and in a rage, the two fists actually transformed into several heavy punch shadows in the air, and the fist knots enveloped the boy.
The sound of breaking through the air came, and the shadows of fists finally hit the exhausted boy for the first time half an hour later.
Bing Wu, without any sympathy, he hit the boy's body with both fists one after another.
Every time he hit, the boy would take several steps in his body, and a dull sound came from his body.
All hunting slaves knew that the boy would fall to the ground after not long.
Bing Wuyi smiled and hit the young man's chest again.
Under the strong impact, the boy's robe was scattered into strips, his steps were staggering, and he only stabilized his body after several steps, and he had barely fallen off the ring.
The boy vomited a mouthful of blood, but he still did not fall to the ground. His eyes flashed, his eyes pointed directly at Bingwu, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
Then, the corner of the boy's mouth raised, and a contemptuous smile appeared. No one saw that, after the long scattered hair, a purple light flashed. The boy's eyes instantly changed from black to purple!
At this time, Bing Wu was already in anger. For half an hour, Bing Wu failed to hit the young man. In front of so many hunting slaves, Bing Wu felt that his dignity was threatened.
Bing Wu laughed in anger, not noticed the strange appearance of the purple light at all, and shouted loudly, "Kneel down for me!"
Bing Wu punched him again and slashed straight at the boy's shoulders. He wanted the boy to see who he was. He wanted the boy to kneel at his feet in front of all the hunting slaves.
The sound of broken air and the faint whistling sounded on the ring. When many people couldn't bear to see it, a sudden change occurred!
Suddenly, a howling sound came from the ring. The hunter present looked at him and Bing Wu, who was sure to win, flew out and smashed on the wooden board of the ring.
Not far away, the young man who should have fallen to the ground and died stood up straight and slowly walked towards B5.
Still wearing ragged clothes, Ying's body was still weak, with long hair covering her face, and the hunters could not even see the boy's face. But all the hunters clearly felt that this boy had no more decay than before.
Qi, but a fearless strong man. Even, like a god of war who moves forward!
"It is the life of a slave. If you want to gain dignity, do you climb up from the slave?"
The boy's hair was chaotic and he couldn't see his true face clearly, but everyone clearly heard the boy's roar.
"Okay, I will prove to you that I am not a slave. I want you to understand that kings, princes, generals and ministers would rather have a veterinary life!"
Word by word, the voice is hoarse, angry, unwilling, resentment, and hysterical.
The boy walked to Bing Wu's body. At this time, Bing Wu's whole body was trembling. His eyes looked at the boy as if he had seen a ghost and could not speak for a moment.
No one understood the fear of Bingwu. The boy just fought back and used his Tiger Roar Fist, but he was more skilled and more sophisticated than him.
"One day, I will defeat you in my way and make you shred your bones and ashes!"
"This punch makes you remember, don't underestimate me!"
The boy paused, raised his right fist and smashed it straight into Bingwu's chest, and a afterimage swept out in the air. He hit Bingwu's chest with heavy punches, and several ribs broke in response.
Everything was silent, and all the hunting slaves took a breath. They didn't believe it, and the young man who was still tired of dodging just now seemed to have changed.
They even disbelief that the young man who had never practiced any martial arts actually shot the tiger roar fist that was only known as Bingwu!
Everyone in Ningwu Slave Hunting Field has their own cultivation techniques and martial arts. Tiger Roaring Fist is the famous martial arts of Bingwu.
Although it is only the lower level of the earth level, the lowest level of the exercises, or even the defective ones, it is extremely precious in this slave hunting ground. Because in the Wuling Continent, not everyone can have a skill of their own
Law.
"This punch makes you understand that I don't take action because I didn't want to kill you just now!"
Raise your hand, condense your fist, move your force, and smash it out. The air was rubbed by the fist shadow for a moment, and then the crisp sound of Bing's ribs breaking again.
B5, all the ribs in the body are broken!
No one stopped the trial between the young man and the hunting slaves was so cruel. Either you die or I die!
The boy raised his head and his long hair danced in the wind. The shocked hunters had only seen the boy's face clearly now.
A handsome face, a little more tender and elegant. But this tender face is full of coldness. She is obviously a boy with no power to tie a chicken, and a weak man with no experience, but she is actually in a blink of an eye.
Sixth level C was seriously injured by five blows.
Without giving anyone a chance to think, the young man clasped his fists with his hands and smashed hard at Bing Wu, who had been already dull. But this time, it was no longer the chest, but Bing Wu's head!
The two punches were only at the second level of the body-building realm, but the young man at this time, like the most dazzling stars in the night, attracted the attention of everyone present.
No one noticed that the purple light flashed in the young man's starry eyes again, and then returned to silence. This purple light seemed like the spiritual power that only warriors above the Condensation Realm had, but it was more gorgeous than spiritual power.
Afterimage, howling, the air twists.
boom!
With a loud bang, Bing Wu was directly cracked by this punch and smashed into the wooden board of the ring!
B5 died, and B5, ranked fifth among the third-class hunting slaves, was killed by a new hunting slave!
It only took three punches. After a quarter of an hour of fighting, the boy never counterattacked.
And after this quarter of an hour, the young man used only three punches to hunt B5!
Everyone, even Han Yang, was stunned on the spot, and the eyes of the boy were as if they were looking at a devil.
The boy raised his head, looked around the crowd, and said slowly, "This punch will let you know that I am not a coward. My name is Lu Ye!"
Lu Ye is the name of the boy. These two words are usually deeply imprinted in the minds of all hunting slaves.
Finally, the young man's eyes fell on Han Yang, the head of the slave hunting ground, "Remember my name, Lu Ye."
Since the existence of Ningwu Slave Hunting Field, the trial battle of the new slaves has always been a trial battle that has bullied newcomers, and no new slave has ever been able to win in the trial battle.
But the boy named Lu Ye won.
At this time, everyone forgot that the death of B5 was the teenager who had hunted B5 would have the number of B5, becoming the fifth hunter in the third grade, and becoming the new B5.