Don’t know what city?

Duan De slightly modified the captured guy's clothes and put them on his body. The demon's storage preparation seemed to be somewhat similar to a storage bag, but it was made of some kind of animal skin.

This guy's storage equipment was so poor that he only had some clothes and a weird long knife. The rest were a few black stones with strong demonic aura, which were said to be magic crystals, the currency of the demon clan.

There were originally four pills, but Duan De ate one out of curiosity. The taste was mediocre and the energy was too little. This guy's cultivation level was comparable to that of the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, but he was extremely poor. Duan De gave up his thoughts of robbery.

, they should be in a supply system, it would be strange if they are not poor.

Wandering into the city, Duan De was blocked by the city guard and muttered a bunch of words. Duan De didn't understand a word, but before he came in, he broke his own throat.

He gestured with the two guards for a long time, pointed at his throat, and then pointed behind him. He couldn't even make a sound, and Duan De didn't even understand the gestures.

Miraculously, the two guards understood and let him in sympathetically. Duan De thanked him profusely. He learned this thanks from Chi Chi's observation of them for several months. He clenched his left hand to touch his chest and leaned forward slightly.

Entering the city, Duan De was dumbfounded. The buildings in the city were extremely neat. The streets had polished stone floors as smooth as mirrors. The people walking on the streets were all walking in a hurry, as if there was no one around. They were not much different from those on the college campus over there.

Everyone is doing their own thing seriously, wearing the same black slim-fitting robe, but the difference is the diagonal lines on the cuffs, some have different numbers, and some have different colors.

Duan De's strange dress only attracted a few curious glances, and the contempt in his eyes was clearly visible. Duan De stared at these spiers and domes that looked like European medieval buildings, messy in the wind.

It seems difficult to figure this out, right?

The internal energy suffocated and even the eardrums were blown off. Well, now I am deaf and dumb and only a pair of tricks are left to look around. There are no shops on the street! There is no trading place at all? Or is there none in this city?

Along the way, he has been interrogated by four patrol teams, and finally, Duan De was arrested! It was the same guys who patrolled the city. He wandered around the city so abruptly for a long time, which naturally attracted the attention of others.

He was taken to a gloomy building. There were countless guys in city guard uniforms here. Duan De could sense the aura of his cultivation. The lowest level was Bei Gonglin's, and those with flowers on their chests were all Chichi's.

This flower is strange. The color is dark purple, somewhat like a violet, but not exactly like it. It should be a symbol of military rank. The number of petals represents the level.

"#￥%#&...."

The middle-aged man in front of Duan De was sitting on a high chair. He had a handsome face, his hair was meticulously styled, and his face was white and beardless. He stared at Duan De with probing eyes and asked something.

Duan De's eyes were horrified, he pointed at his throat, then at his ears, turned up his clothes again and gestured with his biceps, and swung his fists randomly a few times, vigorously.

He felt that an invisible force like divine consciousness was searching his whole body. After stopping for a moment at his throat and ears, the middle-aged man had a puzzled look on his face.

Duan De naturally knew that if this world were waste, it would be destroyed humanely and would not appear here.

He took out a metal plate and threw it at Duan De's feet. He gestured while talking. Now Duan De understood that he wanted to test his strength?

Without bending down, he controlled his strength and stepped down.

‘Poof’

‘click’

The metal plate was made of who knows what, but it was actually very hard. Duan De deformed slightly when he stepped on it, but the floor couldn't bear it, and a large crack sank in.

He couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, staring at the metal plate under his feet. His foot could at least crush the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator who had opened the shield. Did he not expect such power?

The middle-aged man had already stood up and looked at Duan De in shock. Duan De's surprised expression dispelled his doubts.

The middle-aged man muttered: "Which idiot abandoned this guy with a natural defect? ​​Such a strong physical power cannot be cultivated by the divine force. This abnormal power alone is worth cultivating!?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand to take back the metal plate that Duan De had stepped on. He looked at the big foot mark on it, and his expression was a little confused, but also a little excited. It was very complicated.

Duan De was stupid and stared at this guy with his head tilted. After all, he had been stupid for a few years, and now he is back to his old business. He doesn't need to learn anything at all, just show his instincts!

His space ring was also left to Bei Gonglin. He had nothing on his body except the sea of ​​consciousness. He was really just a 'mortal' with no powerful cultivation.

The middle-aged man personally led him through twists and turns, and here he was? The cafeteria? It should be, right? Although there is no one there now, does the demon master need to eat?

Aren’t rows of long stone tables and chairs the standard features of a canteen?

After being asked to stay here, Duan De looked around and seemed to find some familiarity. He naturally fell into memories and looked like he was in a daze.

The middle-aged man observing in the dark nodded secretly, and Shi Shiran turned out of the side door. A square wooden container one foot high and one foot wide floated behind him, and he waved his hand and placed it on the stone table in front of Duan De.

Duan De came back to his senses and stared at the black mud in the barrel. He was cursing in his heart, what the hell is this? Is it possible for you, Uncle Duan, to eat 'Xiang'?

The smell of food wafted slightly, and Duan De no longer hesitated. He had to put it down if he was sure it was food. He stretched out his hand and looked at the middle-aged man with an expression of disbelief, pointing at the barrel and then at his mouth, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Call it a standard!

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, then saw this guy who didn't have any aristocratic demeanor, picked up the barrel and made a rapid hissing sound. Within half a breath, he put his head in and licked it clean, and stuck out his tongue with unfinished meaning.

Licking his mouth.

Duan De caught a glimpse of the guy turning his head and shouting something inside again. Soon, a large barrel with a radius of half a man and a foot in diameter was pushed over by a young man on a cart, staring at Duan De with curiosity.

The darkness in Duan De's heart is that this food is unpalatable to him! There is no salty taste, no sweet taste, only a slightly fishy smell. For him who has always been very demanding about food, he might as well give me a good beating.

ah.

There is no other way, just eat it, and you have to eat it to show your momentum and your sadness!

This time I controlled the eating rhythm a little, and scraped the last bit with my hands to eat it clean. I burped with tears in my eyes, and then I hugged the middle-aged man’s thigh, as if I was following him to eat meat, and there was no trace of my middle age.

After getting out of the way, he nodded with satisfaction.

An invisible force lifted him up and flew in the city. Duan De was surprised. This force seemed to be like divine consciousness. Is this the divine consciousness of the demons? It was completely different. He couldn't tell what was different. What's more,

Don't dare to detect it.

This is a large square behind a super big house. Many young people Duan De saw fighting here on the street should be a training ground? The ten-story duplex building behind him should be a 'teaching building'?

Although the middle-aged man is an emperor-level expert, his status seems to be high. No one dares to control him if he goes on a rampage here. There are even many people of the same level as him who salute him. Have you met a noble person?
Chapter completed!