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The instructor glanced at him, and did not express anything to the protest, but said coldly: "Come with me!"

As he said, he turned around and walked quickly, regardless of whether Wang Feng and others would be lost.

Fantsey stuck his tongue out behind the old king: "It doesn't look very friendly..."

"Nonsense." Winnie gave him a blank look. "If someone goes to our roses to smash the place, can you be friendly to him?"

"How is this the same? It's a quality issue." Fantasy shook his head repeatedly: "At the business table, even if you want to stabb you in person, you are smiling. You should be courteous first and then the soldiers. It's like this Mangalam. !"

Fantsey’s voice was not loud. The instructor in front was walking fast, and he must have not heard it, but there were people around who turned their heads to look at him. They were porters and vendors at the station. , Passengers, management staff... They are all wearing white robes, and even if they are inconvenient to wear robes and white porters, their heads are also covered with white cloth towels. This is an ancient tradition of the Holy Light. It is pure and flawless, lawful, and only a uniform white attire can reflect the order and holiness of the Holy Light.

At this moment, these Holy Light Cultists are obviously glaring at Fantasy. Several seemingly Kong Wu's powerful carrying and even rolling up their sleeves want to come over and teach others, one who dared to openly slander the great Mangalam Outsiders, even if they directly hammer him into meat sauce in the street, absolutely no one here will feel wrong.

Feeling the full of anger around them, both Keola and Udi became a little wary. Although they are not followers of the Holy Light, they understand this fanatical atmosphere, just like in the royal city of orcs, if humans dare to run to the street Show the music, insult the orcs or something, then no matter who you are, you are guaranteed to smash the streets immediately.

Fantasy also hurriedly shut up. He seemed to have caused something terribly serious. Fortunately, those people quickly recognized the costumes of the Rose Temple.

"It's here to challenge the rose disciples of our Mangalam Temple."

"It turns out that it is the city that has abandoned the light, the temple that has fallen into the dark! No wonder so ignorant and arrogant, really a group of disgusting infidels!"

"The glory of the holy light, dispel the darkness!" Some people roared muffledly: "Kill these heretics!"

"Let's work with less effort. The children of our temple will teach these heretics to be humans. Wait and see!"

There was a buzzing all around, but after all, he didn't do anything. Asiba quietly let out a sigh of relief. Although he has been a little confident and uncomfortable recently, he really hasn't tried to hit a hundred... Winnie chewed indifferently. Bubble, Marpel has no expression on his face as usual, while Kela and Udy are innocent.

Lao Wang put his backpack on his shoulders and followed behind the tutor who went further and further: "Go away."

The streets of the city of Mangalam are not complicated. They follow the tradition of the ancient order. The square city goes straight to the thirteen parallel and staggered streets, dividing the whole city into countless units. ', and the shops on both sides of the street, including pedestrians coming and going, except for a small number of passengers, the others are neatly white and orderly, even to the extent that Lao Wang feels almost harsh, let alone The Mangalam people themselves. For example, if a foreign tourist spit on the ground at will, then a devout person with a white turban will immediately run up to kneel and wipe it off, and will continue to wipe it carefully to the floor. The degree of brightness! Of course, you will not wipe it in vain. The spitting foreign tourists will be stopped by someone asking for sufficient fees. This is not blackmail, because they also allow you to wipe it yourself...

A harsh city, the gospel for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I am afraid that there will not be another city in this world that makes obsessive-compulsive patients more comfortable than Mangalam. At this moment, the old Wang somewhat understands Mangalam's attack on the rose on the light of the holy light. It seems that it is not entirely due to the guidance of some big people. For such a group of holy light believers who maintain the rules and order to such a degree, looking at the various "exceptions" of the Rose Temple, it is almost like a moment. It's uncomfortable on the back and acupuncture in the eyes, absolutely not vomiting.

Several neat sets of rose temple costumes are still very eye-catching on the street in white towels and white clothes. People are frequently looking at them along the way, showing expressions of contempt and disgust, and all kinds of open and ridiculous voices gradually become louder. .

The instructor did not lead everyone to the direction of Mangalam Sanctuary, but went straight to the center of the city. Beside the huge statue of the saint, there was a huge oval building.

There are more people around here, at least thousands of people, blocking the streets, buzzing and talking, and some people are waving gambling tickets in their hands. The saints do not prohibit gambling. Of course, they can The betting here is definitely not the orcs. Even Uganda's vast underground kingdom cannot reach into a city like Mangalam that advertises its own light. The status of the orcs in this city is quite low. , Far better than other human cities, they are not allowed to engage in any decent work, even if they are coolies, they must be wrapped in black cloth that symbolizes lowliness to distinguish them from human labor, let alone like in Aurora City Open a bar like that.

At this time, the people here were clamoring loudly, humming endlessly.

"Last time to bet! Last time to bet! Three to zero for defeating Rose Pagan, one loses two, three to one defeating Rose Pagan, one loses three..."

"Three to one, give me a thousand euros!"

"My respected saint brother, I kindly remind you that this obviously should be bought at three to zero. You see, I will give you a careful analysis of the current combat power comparison between the two sides..."

"There are still thirteen tickets for the top station. They only cost 50 Euros, only 50 Euros!"

"A VIP ticket for the fourth row! You can definitely feel the hot blood splashed by those heretics up close! Bathing in the blood of the heretics is to admire the Holy Light. A rare opportunity. It only costs one thousand euros, and only one thousand euros!"

All kinds of noises filled the street, until the teacher of Namangaram Temple came with a few rose disciples, someone on the outermost periphery exclaimed: "Those fallen heretics come Up!"

The sound was unusually piercing, and the whole buzzing street suddenly fell silent. The thousands of people surrounding the fighting arena suddenly turned their heads and looked at Wang Feng and the others.

The suddenly quiet air was stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes at the same time, and a tense atmosphere spread in the air. These eyes were obviously not very friendly. They were present to the infamous group of infidels who had defiled the Holy Light. The saints could hardly wait to choke them to death.

Fortunately, the instructor of Mangalam was leading the way. The crowd slowly separated a narrow path after it was difficult. The old Wang led everyone through the quiet, eye-catching crowd.

The first time I was surrounded by so many people, the path that the crowd let out was narrow, and they kept squeezing and squeezing with the saints on both sides, and then heard the voices of cold hum...the huge pressure, Udi felt At this time, the vest and palms were all wet, and those unfriendly eyes stared at him a little numb, and he was almost out of breath.

Fortunately, this distance is not far away. There is a thick iron door about two meters wide in front of you. You can hear the buzzing noise coming out through the thick door, making the iron door frame a bit faint. Feeling trembling.

"Go in by yourself!" When the instructor took everyone to the door, he didn't care about it, but Lao Wang didn't care and pushed hard.

It’s also the sound insulation effect is too good. I only heard the buzzing sound inside the door just now, but the door just opened...it’s different from the quiet outside just now, the people inside are already waiting, It has already been heated up, and I have waited for too long. At this time, I saw the rose temple costumes that appeared after the door was pushed open. The sound of the mountain whistling and the tsunami suddenly broke out again, like a sound wave hitting outside the door!

"Look! It is the heretics who are here, and the humble orcs. They have defiled the light and should be burned to death!"

"These stains stained on the Holy Light can only be washed away with their blood!"

"Holy Light, your most humble servant asks you to purify these evil souls. Seeing them makes me tremble with disgust!"

"Mangalam will win! The glory of the Holy Light!"

"The sacred light descends from the sky, bringing the endless light, like a staff in the hand of a saint, driving away the darkness, and making the light flourish forever. May the light be rich in unpredictable love and always full of eagerness..."

Cursing, clamoring, provocation, and even the singing of many men and women singing the holy light, mixed in this huge fighting arena.

All the people in the stands seemed to be crazy, or stood up and waved their fists frantically, shouted at the roses on the door side, or sang loudly, the only thing in common was everything These fanatics, the green veins on their foreheads and necks are almost as thick as chopsticks.

Everyone is venting frantically and making noises. It seems that as long as the harsher the scolding, the louder the voice, and the higher the enthusiasm, can they be more holy!

The terrifying sound and momentum came in an instant. If it were the roses before, they would have been overwhelmed by this momentum, but they have experienced the baptism of Dragon City, and then received the strength improvement of the Pharaoh Soul Refining Array. At this time, even Fantasy was quite calm.

"Damn, is this really letting us start the fight?" Fantsey glanced at his mouth. Recently, he has gained a lot of courage. He followed the old Wang and looked at him. Drink, we just got off the magic track train. Isn't this a clear advantage to us..."

"Even if you give you water to drink, would you dare to drink it?" Winnie gave him a blank look and chewed the bubble gum in her mouth: "Don't look at the people like Mangalam, they are more shameless than anyone else."

Of course, the Li family knew about Mangalam's situation. The information is unsightly!

What kind of pious saints of the Holy Light, what harsh doctrines, in fact, people are the same, the more depressed, the more crazy they are. The surface of a so-called holy city like Mangalam looks clean and tidy. , But the dirty things done behind the scenes are definitely far more unsightly than ordinary unsightly... In contrast, Aurora City is the real paradise.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Lao Wang and the others had already stood there, and there was still noisy around the stands, and a majestic voice sounded at this moment, spreading throughout the audience, suppressing the commotion for life.

I saw a tall white-clothed saint standing in the venue. He was about forty years old and sounded like a bell. As he spoke, the white-clothed bulge bulged, as if he was being filled with soul power. After he lost his breath, a shallow wave of aura spread around him, with an astonishing aura. It was Ren Changquan, the dean of the Mangalam Temple Budo Academy.

I saw Ren Changquan take a faint look at Wang Feng’s side, and finally looked around the stands: “Although the Rose Temple is here to challenge my Mangalam Temple, it’s the temple’s tradition to challenge and compete, and naturally there are also challenging rules. The reader is a guest. Please restrain your emotions and Rong Renmou will give you a brief introduction."

Although Ren Changquan is only the dean of the branch of the Mangalam Church, Mangalam has always been famous for martial arts. The dean of the martial arts school is the number one master in Mangalam, and he is known in the city. As soon as he opened his mouth, the noise in the stands was a lot smaller, but the voices around singing the holy light did not stop. They were uniform, just like chanting, as if they became the solemn voice of the dean when he spoke. .

"Team Rose has a total of six players playing this time. Captain Wang Feng, who participated in the Battle of the Dragon City Fantasyland, ranked 500 out of the 500 disciples in the battle." Ren Changquan said lightly.

"The last one! Can this virtue be a captain?"

"Isn't this guy the one who invented runes? Wouldn't you just finish your runes? You even dared to provoke us Mangalam. I really don't know how to write dead words!"

"Bah! Did he invent that rune? It's obviously from Thunder Dragon. This kind of despicable, lie-spoken thief who has defiled the Holy Light is an evil infidel!"

There was a burst of laughter and booing from the stands that had just been quieter all around.

Those who were scolded didn't care, and Ren Changquan didn't care even more. He just continued to introduce: "Vice Captain Li Wenni, player Marpel, player Fantasy, Orc Keola, Orc Udy..."

Every time he said a name, there were boos and taunts in the stands. He was extremely sarcastic, especially Kyla and Udi, and the **** was thrown down.

Frankly speaking, the difference between home and away, Rose has already been mentally prepared. If you go to someone's site and expect someone to cheer, that would be weird, so I don't care much.

"quiet!"

After a lot of booing, the re-election of Changquan’s voice was about to be overwhelmed. Ren Changquan also quickly read the name of Team Rose, and then introduced in a deep voice: "I also played six players in Mangalam Temple, Captain Chris !"

The boos-prosperous stands suddenly changed in style, and thunderous applause and cheers broke out.

"Chris! Chris! Chris!"

This is the absolute star of the Mangaram Temple. Although the Dragon City Mirage did not participate in the last time, everyone knows that it is just the strategy of the Mangaram Temple. Otherwise, if he does go, at least he will be able to rank. Within the first one hundred.

Lao Wang squinted his eyes and looked towards the other side. At the other end of the fighting arena, a guy carrying a rune broadsword stepped forward slightly and waved his hand gently. His Chinese character face was of medium build and he looked even It was not as big as the rune broadsword he was carrying, but his aura was calm, his eyes were sharp, his emotions were inexorable, he was a standard young generation master.

"Deputy Captain, in the Dark Thunder Witch!"

"Didn't the deputy captain rush with magic fists?"

"Wuli's strength is enough to compare with Chris. It's normal for people to help punches and be a deputy captain..."

"Wuli! Wuli! Wuli!"

Wuli is the number one master of Cassie's temple. Although he has just transferred here, the two temples are only separated by a city. They are also very famous here. Besides, the heretics who came to help kill Rose are naturally himself. people.

The stands cheered again, and many people shouted the name of Wuli. The sound of the mountain whistling and tsunami was not under the previous holy sword Chris.

I saw a thin-looking young man stepping forward from the opposite team. He smiled and did not look at the Rose team member here. He just stretched out his hand and rushed around the stands and made a'shhh' motion. The cheers around were louder.

"The team members burst out with magic fists!"

A burly saint of more than two meters stood up, and the exploding muscles were quite amazing. Compared with the thin Wuli next to him, it looked like a wild beast.

'boom'!

He looked around proudly, and fisted with both hands fiercely around him. Those two fists larger than Wuli's fist slammed hard. The vigorous soul power surged, and the roar of the fist was as if something exploded, with violent power. Amazing, but also caused a round of cheers.

"The limbs are well developed and the mind is simple." Winnie vomited a bubble and rolled her eyes.

Ren Changquan continued to introduce ~lightnovelpub.net~ Every time he reads the name of a Mangalam player, the cheers on the court are endless. Compared with the boos of the Rose Temple, this treatment is really bad. do not.

"...The rules follow the ancestral training of the temple! The challenger comes out first, rotates in turn, and wins five matches and three wins!" Ren Changquan finished introducing, tapping his toe lightly, and flying lightly to the side of the court, giving up the battle area, faintly Sweeping towards Wang Feng's position: "Challenger of the Rose Temple, let's play!"

"Afeng, I'll come and I'll come, I'll come for the first game!" Fantasy swept away his decadence. With the increase in strength and vision, he really felt that he was quite strong, at least facing the group in front of him. Guy, and the existence of Famil, also gave Fantasy and courage.

However, Wang Feng on the side rolled his eyes, "Stay, Udi, you are our starting vanguard, and the captain always trusts you the most!"

Winnie rolled her eyes on the side, and it was another routine.

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