C3 Blood Mountain Martial Field

"Dad, shouldn't you go to the Blood Mountain City?" He couldn't get anything out of it. He just had to wear it on his hand. Yuen Zhang hoped that he wasn't one of those people with bad character.

"En, I have already gone to the battlefield to inform you. I didn't expect you to come back so soon. You can come with me. How can a martial master's child live in a small place like this? There's a formal martial arts lecture hall in Blood Mountain City. I'll send you there. Who dares to say anything?" Yuen Zhan, the martial master, looked very confident.

"Alright, thank you, father. Kaka!" Yuen Zhan did not feel ashamed at all. After all, in the Orc world, relying on the care of the seniors was the so-called basking in glory and being looked down upon by his own kind.

Yuen Zhang, who came from his previous life, did not care. With such a powerful father backing him, what was wrong with having a better cultivation environment? How could one not rely on relationships in a harmonious society?

There was no reluctance at all. Even the last servant was sent away by Yuan Fu. With Yuen Zhang and half of his son, Fourth Baby, Yuen Zhan took off.

That's right, they took off. Not long after he had advanced to the Martial Master realm, his father had made an exquisite small Spirit Boat. Yuen Zhang thought about it carefully and didn't find it strange. It seemed that his father, Yuen Zhan, had also been a descendant of a family for generations.

After all, his ancestors had many martial masters appearing, hadn't they? It was most likely the inheritance of his ancestors.

"Son, you have to be more careful when you go to Blood Mountain City. There are many powerful and powerful people there, and your father has only just advanced to become a martial master. What if I can't protect you... "In the end, Yuen Zhang's father flew in the sky while teaching his precious son patiently.

Of course, the main reason was that he was afraid that his son would suffer losses in the Blood Mountain City, where there were many geniuses and aristocrats.

Everyone knew that the Orcs were competitive. Not only did they fight one-on-one, but they also gathered together in many occasions. There were many times when they ganged up on each other. Even if the younger generation were to be tormented, the older generation would not be able to participate, right?

Besides, there were some martial masters in Blood Mountain City who had titles.

It wasn't that one would have a kingdom's consecration after advancing to a martial master. Only martial masters with titles would have a kingdom's consecration of Spirit Stone. A title meant that one had made a great contribution to the palace. It was a symbol of honor.

There were more than a hundred cities under the command of the Emberwing Kingdom. Blood Mountain City was the most remote and borderline city. Theoretically, it was a relatively "underdeveloped" city. Even so, his father had information on 13 martial masters.

After three days of flying, a city that looked ragged and tattered appeared in Autumn Ming's eyes. There were no city walls at all. It was just a circle of uneven wooden stakes, which could be considered the boundary of the Blood Mountain City.

The area of the circle was quite large. After following Yuen Zhang for a few hours, they finally arrived at their new home.

The streets were in a mess. Occasionally, they could see a few shops. This so-called city was really a horrible sight to behold.

"Demon Attribute, Gold Attribute... Three types of spiritual roots. That... Senior Yuen Zhan, what kind of spiritual root is this Yuen Zhang's black one?" In any case, the martial arts training hall still had a signboard. It could be considered as giving Yuen Zhang, the martial master, some face. Yuen Zhang, this trashy student with talent, finally accepted it.

"You are in charge of the aptitude test. Can't you tell what spiritual roots are?" Yuen Zhan's eyes widened until they were round and round, causing the young warrior in charge of the examination to jump in fright.

"Come on, Old Yuan, what are you shouting for? You don't even know a spiritual root, yet you have the nerve to ask a young warrior?" Finally, a martial master expert appeared. He seemed to be quite familiar with Yuen Zhan.

"You are amazing. You advanced a year earlier than me. You must have more knowledge than me. Tell me, what is my son's black spiritual root?" Yuen Zhan asked.

"You don't care what kind of spiritual root it is. Just know that it is a spiritual root."

"F * ck! If you don't understand then just say it. Fill it up!"

"You don't even know your own son, yet you still have the cheek to ask me? Cheh!" Alright, these two brothers are going astray. F * ck! The two country bumpkins didn't even know what sort of spiritual roots they had.

"Zhang'er, you must be careful when you go to the battlefield in the future. It's about time. You're the only one in our Yuan family." Before he left, Yuen Zhan still revealed a strong sense of familial love.

"Porter..."

"Come on, don't embarrass yourself here. I know what to do." The martial master, who had been chatting with Yuen Zhan for a long time, understood what he meant. It was just to take care of him.

The martial arts field was quite large, and the dorms of the students were still in tatters. Seven or eight students were squeezed in a room. After all, they were elites from over a hundred towns near the Blood Mountain City. Their conditions were too poor, weren't they?

"F * ck! Another half of the trash was inserted. You, I'm talking about you. That corner over there is your bed. " The arrangement of the bed was very uneven. Some of them were so cramped that they had to climb over other people's beds. Some of them were very far apart and very relaxed.

The corner was even more cramped. Yuen Zhang even suspected that it was a temporary bed.

"What are you doing? Why should I listen to you?" Before Yuen Zhang could say anything, Fourth Baby, who was behind him, became angry. They were all baptized from the battlefield, mountains, and seas of blood. Who was afraid of who?

Orcs had been instilling a thought in their minds since they were young. They had to rely on their fists to talk about anything.

"Kid, you're not convinced? I'm the boss of this house, if I don't behave properly... Tear it down. It's over! Go to sleep on the floor." The big man in the middle stood up, and the four big men followed closely behind. Good guy! There were gangs everywhere, and they wanted to gang up on them.

"So what if there are more people? Come out and fight!" Fourth Baby naturally wouldn't show weakness. He was used to being ganged up on by Yuen Zhang. If you lose, you won't lose, right? If he was scared, it would leave a trauma in his heart in the future. He might even leave a mental devil behind.

That was what Yuen Zhang understood. As for Fourth Baby's thoughts, he just needed to be beaten up.

"Alright, you can withdraw. I alone am enough." Yuen Zhang pulled the impulsive Fourth Baby back.

"What? Are you alone? Then I... " Fourth Baby was not used to Yuen Zhang's change.

"What? I'm the boss, and you won't listen to me?" Yuen Zhang's eyes widened, and Fourth Baby's usual imposing manner became dispirited.

"Boss? Interesting! Pretending to be boss in front of me, Yue Tuo? Fine, don't say that I'm bullying you. I'll fight you one-on-one. If you win, you'll be the boss, hehe!" The big man was obviously more than two meters tall, one head taller than Yuen Zhang. He was tall and big, and his face was full of disdain.

"I have no interest in being your stupid boss. If you want to fight, hurry up." After Yuen Zhang finished speaking, he hooked his finger.

In his memory, Yuen Zhang really despised samurai level battles. He just swung his blade and spear one after another without any order.

The samurai had Spirit Power, so they only showed a bit of strength. In other words, the samurai fighting here was not as good as the hooligans from his previous life. In his previous life, Yuen Zhang, an old policeman who was born in a police academy, had received formal free fighting training.

"One inch long, one inch strong!" The simplest way to use scattered techniques was to use Yuen Zhang's left and right hands to block Yue Tuo's attack. Because his strength was slightly weaker, he retreated slightly and kicked Yue Tuo's knee.

Yue Tuo's feet rose into the air and his body leaned forward. He had already rushed past Yuen Zhang, who had dodged. His butt was kicked by Yuen Zhang again, and he fell to the ground solidly.

"Again?" Yuen Zhang habitually pointed with his fingers and looked at Yue Tuo, who was in a bad shape on the ground.