Chapter 227: The Name Remains Unchanged

"Um... ghost... cough cough... devil... you..."

Just as Kro looked down at his masterpiece.

A high-level Doomsday War King with only half of his body left splattered blood, coughed violently, and looked up at him from his feet.

"..."

Gloom, hostility, and disgust were revealed in Kro's eyes.

Flaws were what he hated most in his life.

Not elegant enough, not perfect enough.

It would make him feel that he had damaged the reputation of the nobles of the Duke of Mulan's Mansion.

And now!

This inferior monkey that was not completely dead!

It was the flaw caused by his elegant offensive!

It was the stain of his first hunting ritual in the hunting ground!

He, the future heir of the Duke of Mulan's Mansion, would never allow himself to have any stains!

And the way to erase the stains is to make this king's capital never exist!

Zi——!

A thought flashed.

A flip of the palm!

A pure black energy star bloomed!

Chi-chi——!

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to unleash his destructive power.

The silver-eyed young man fell from the sky and stepped accurately on the head of the high-level Doomsday War King.

He took away his last breath, which was like a dying candle.

The red blood mixed with pink and white brain flowers flew out from the soles of his feet.

It was isolated from the clothes by the silver energy.

Kro in the air looked at the silver-eyed young man as if he was looking at a corpse.

"Jones, what are you doing?"

The questioning voice was like a deep cold river hitting the hearts of the people present.

Jones with silver eyes smiled shamefully: "I was only admiring the heroic figure of Lord Kro, and I stepped on the remains of these inferior corpses without paying attention. It was really rude."

"But Lord Kro, before participating in the assessment, Lord Duke specifically told me to remind you that this is the Starry Sky Hunting Ground. Even our Holy Dilan Kingdom has a limit that cannot be crossed. It cannot be destroyed excessively. We only have the right to use it."

"Are you blaming me?" Kro's voice became colder.

Jones felt a chill on his back and hurriedly said, "How could it be?! How could I blame Lord Kro! I..."

"Enough, as a high-ranking noble, you don't have a calm attitude at all, which is really not elegant enough. When you go back, execute the noble code for me a hundred times. Lin, you will supervise, and I want to see Jones' execution process."

The black star converged, the coldness dissipated, and Kro put his hands behind his back and slowly fell from the air to the ground.

Jones and the silver-haired girl in the air responded in unison.

The former hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, came behind Kro, and made way for half a body.

The latter, called Lin, came to the center of the Royal City Square first.

She stroked with one hand, and an exquisite gold-inlaid jade throne appeared beside her.

Kro just walked to the front of the throne.

There was no pause, no change in expression.

As if it was a habit that had been formed long ago, he turned around and sat on the throne.

The four blue-clothed aliens who stayed in the air looked at each other, turned into shadows, and disappeared into the morning curtain after a few ups and downs.

On the other hand, Crowe crossed his legs, leaned sideways, one hand on the handrail, the other hand on his cheek, waiting lazily for the hunting ground to end.

Jones stood behind the throne to the right, and Lin stood behind the throne to the left.

The two had the same idea as Crowe.

They were all waiting quietly.

Because of their admission test.

There was no possibility of not passing.

After all, they entered here not because of their strength, but because the highest admission test was only level 4.

It was a pity for the prey in this hunting ground.

If they were in other hunting grounds, they could still survive by living in a shabby way.

If they met them and Lord Crowe.

They would definitely be wiped out, and there would be no possibility of survival.

To blame.

Blame their bad luck.

Or think from another angle.

Being able to be written into the history of Lord Crowe's admission to the hospital.

Isn't it a precious honor?

...

On the other side.

Sergeant Gugra Base.

Lu Ming had been invited by Chu Feng to the crowd.

Rilun, Nanhan, and Tianzhu saw that there was a new member from China.

There was no mockery, no fear, and no provocation in words.

Everyone seemed to be a master who was not in conflict with the world, maintaining calmness and cultivation.

Lu Ming's peripheral vision captured the expressions of these people.

He had a new understanding of the real first echelon of Blue Star.

He thought that Nanhan would bark, Japan would ridicule, and Tianzhu would use the number of people to rise up and provoke.

It turned out that when it really reached this level, the plot in the novel would not appear.

It was just that this was superficial, or it was just a pretense, he would see later.

"Come on, come and meet each other, this, um... brother, hehe, just call me brother, is also our compatriot from China."

Chu Feng looked like a serious patient with social skills, and he kept saying words, which instantly reminded him of a fellow patient, Fang Peng.

At this time, he pulled himself to introduce himself to everyone, and patted his shoulder very familiarly.

Fortunately, it was not the one Chuxue was sitting on, otherwise I would have to dodge his pats, embarrassing him on the spot.

People around greeted Lu Ming one after another.

In various ways.

Some called him brother, some smiled and nodded, and some just stared at him indifferently.

Lu Ming smiled back at each one.

Changed the world, and came into contact with so many things.

Although the social pain was not completely eliminated.

It was no problem to play a role in the occasion.

But he had questions.

"Hello everyone, I'm very enthusiastic, but how can you be sure that I am Chinese? Isn't it a bit hasty just because I can speak Chinese?"

Yes, that was his question.

Even if the road ahead is unknown, it does not rule out that competition will emerge from the beginning.

He was the last one to come out, and no one was sure whether he had any plans inside the hatch.

Chu Feng paused after hearing this, his smile changed from honest to serious, and his voice became calmer.

"Brother, if you can ask this question, 90% of the suspicions have been eliminated. In fact, there is a way to verify the remaining 10%. Don't blame me, brother. If there is any misunderstanding, I will personally bow to you and apologize later, so please ask me first. Open the chat channel."

With that said, Chu Feng also made an invitation.

Lu Ming didn't have the slightest emotion about his threat.

But there is still a lot of interest in this verification method.

So he followed suit and opened the window for fraud.

Seeing Lu Ming click, Chu Feng continued: "Now watch the last channel."

Lu Ming continued to execute, and sure enough he saw a section called "Starry Sky Hunting Ground·China".

"Enter a few words."

Lu Ming suddenly realized and entered three words casually.

[Starry Sky Hunting Ground·China] Anonymous: “One of my own.”

You will see a message appear in the channel list.

Chu Feng's serious expression instantly returned to his honest state, and he bowed 90 degrees to Lu Ming with a look of shame on his face.

"I'm sorry! I misunderstood, brother!"

This grand gesture made Lu Ming feel that Chu Feng was interesting. He said generously that it didn't matter, it didn't matter, it was normal, and then asked: "Then what happens if it is determined that I am not? Can the transferer be eliminated here?"

Chu Feng stood up and explained: "If not, I have already been controlled. Don't forget, I brought you into the middle of the crowd."

Hearing this, Lu Ming subconsciously looked around. Sure enough, although the people around him seemed to be standing in a loose manner.

In fact, it had vaguely surrounded him on three levels, inside and outside.

These guys are very capable.

"But it's not possible to kill the transferee. It's forbidden to hurt people in this place." Chu Feng added.

"It's forbidden to hurt others?" Lu Ming repeated.

"Yes, when attacking someone, the target will be protected by the biological force field, regardless of whether it has killing intent; but it can also be suppressed by the biological force field, so it can be controlled."

It was not Chu Feng who spoke this time.

Instead, he stood aside, a man in his mid-twenties, with eyebrows as bright as fire.

He pulled out a Mo Dao and held the handle sideways, with the tip pointed at Lu Ming.

Suddenly, the induction was activated, and a familiar pale yellow light curtain emerged from Lu Ming's body surface.

It's the biological force field I've seen several times!

"I see."

From personal experience, Lu Ming, as the last person to enter this place, has already understood all the details.

He looked again at the man in his mid-twenties with flaming brows, admiration for the chance appearing in his eyes.

Just because he is none other than the only extreme hunting warrior in the entire Chinese team.

The man took back the Mo Dao, clasped his fist at Lu Ming and said, "I'm Lin Hao, a native of China. Although hiding yourself is understandable and is a way to survive in this generation, the future is unclear now. We can only unite as one. The number does not need to be changed." Tell me, can you tell me your name so that we can call each other during the next operation? "

When these words came out, Chu Feng was a little shocked.

Others didn't know it, but he knew that Lin Hao would never take the initiative to say hello to strangers.

He is polite and well-educated, but very arrogant. He really looks down on ordinary people.

But now he is doing this to a stranger. Could it be that this person... is also a boss?

"Ah."

Smiling slightly, Lu Ming cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Since Brother Lin has said so, it is really not polite to hide anymore. Okay, I will not change my name or surname when I go down, I will follow the rules and travel thousands of miles. I am a native of Xiangchu in China, Fang Peng."

…

In another time and space, in the Golden Hunting Ground, Fang Peng, who was leaning against the wall to show off, suddenly sneezed hugely. His master's demeanor collapsed in public, attracting the attention of countless people.

Fang Peng was slightly embarrassed, suddenly stood up, and said angrily: "Look, look at the chicken feathers? I've never seen anyone sneeze? Strange."

Everyone looked sideways and didn't dare to look again. After all, the giant blade carried on his back was taller than a person.

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