Chapter 3574 Nameless Brain Damage

"Stop rambling, it's none of your business." Amu looked at these people coldly, with murderous aura and aura, which actually frightened these people who were much stronger than him to shut up.

"This kid." These people cursed secretly, but no one dared to continue to tease him.

"Here is the Blood Prison Fighting Palace. When you enter here, you will become a fighter in the future. The fighters here are divided into several levels, black blood fighters, silver blood fighters, golden blood fighters, and red blood fighters. King, and the highest and most precious Zixue Douhuang!"

Amu looked at Mu Feng and said, at such a young age, there is a kind of sophistication.

Don't look at him as young, but really don't treat him as a child, it's just that many races are special and grow slowly.

For example, for the Phoenix Protoss, a thousand years is only equivalent to one year for ordinary humans. Almost all the protoss grow extremely slowly compared to ordinary humans, but compared to their long lifespan, this growth process is nothing.

"You are so young, you are the Scarlet Blood Fighting King?" Wuming looked at the child in front of him in surprise.

"Hmph, of course, among the god-kings, I'm already the King of Fighters."

Amu proudly said: "When I break through to the realm of the god emperor, I will be able to get rid of this slave status and become a real warrior in the One Blood Prison Dougong."

"How are these fighter levels distinguished?" Wuming asked curiously.

"As for the black-blooded fighter, if you enter here, you're the one, and you're also the lowest-level fighter." Amu said.

"By the way, what realm are you?" Amu asked.

"I, I don't know either." Wuming was at a loss for a while.

"You are an adult, why are you a god emperor? Well, for example, you are a god emperor, and you go to participate in the god emperor's fight. As long as you can keep winning ten games in a row without losing, you can be promoted to a silver-blooded fighter. Then, if you can win 20 consecutive battles at the silver-blooded fighter level, then you can advance to the golden-blooded fighter level."

"In the battles of golden-blooded fighters, if you can win 30 games, you can advance to the red-blooded fighting king. The red-blooded fighting king is very rare. If you can become a fighting king, you can get rid of your status as a slave no matter what state you are in. Become the core disciple of the Blood Prison Dougong."

Amu said.

"I see."

Anonymous suddenly.

And this is, a group of people came over, and the people in the cage quickly got up and saluted.

"Young master!"

"Young master!"

The person who came was a young man in brocade clothes, it was Nan Mu, these fighters looked at Nan Mu with awe and hatred.

"Young master." Amu got up and saluted.

Nan Mu came to this cage, looked at Wuming and Amu inside, and nodded.

"Amu, how is he?"

Nan Mu asked.

"My lord, he can't remember anything, and he doesn't even know his own name. I call him Wuming." Amu said.

Nan Mu looked at Mu Feng, who was missing half of his head, frowned, and said, "If you can't remember it, then you can't remember it. It doesn't matter who he was before, but now he is my fighter, Wuming. From now on, I will be Your master, kneel down and call master."

Wu List raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't kneel."

"Wu Ming, kneel down quickly, don't be rude to the young master." Amu's face changed, and he said to Wu Ming quickly, fearing that he would be beaten to death.

"Presumptuous, who do you think you are? When you come here, you are the son's slave."

"Kneel down!"

The two strong men behind Nan Mu shouted coldly, the pressure of the top lord god shrouded Wuming, and wanted to kneel down Wuming.

However, Wuming did not respond at all, and the two looked surprised.

"Why don't you kneel?" Nan Mu asked indifferently.

"Although I can't remember many things, there is a voice in my heart telling me that no one in this world can make me kneel except my parents and master."

Nameless said indifferently.

"Oh, interesting." Nan Mu was not angry when he heard the words, but looked at Mu Feng with an interesting expression.

"If you don't kneel, don't kneel. Now that you are awake, you should understand your current identity. You are a slave you want to buy. Now you are my fighter. I saved you and spent a lot of resources for you to repair it. body, you must fight for me."

Nan Mu looked at Wuming and said calmly.

"Okay, I'll help you win the Douhuang reward, and then you set me free." Wuming agreed directly.

"What, Dou Huang? Hahahaha..."

"This kid, his tone is really arrogant, Dou Huang, does he know what Dou Huang thinks? It's up to him."

"There is something wrong with the brain but the tone is not small."

The people around burst into laughter, and even Amu looked at Mu Feng strangely.

"hehe……"

Nan Mu also smiled, and said: "Okay, if you can help me win the title of Dou Huang, I can give you back your freedom. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will arrange a fight for you."

Nan Mu then looked at Amu and said, "Amu, teach him the rules here, I don't like others talking to me so unscrupulously."

"It's the son."

Amu said quickly.

After Nan Mu finished speaking, he glanced at the other people, walked around and left.

"You bastard, aren't you afraid of death?" After Nan Mu left, Amu stared at Wuming and said.

"I'm afraid of death, but I'm not afraid of him." Wuming said.

"If you offend the young master, you will die. You are so lucky. Someone who dared to talk to the young master before has already died of soul refining."

Amu said.

"Yeah, I feel as if I could crush him to death."

Nameless said with a frown.

"You, hmph, you can say big things, young master is the main god of the Dao of Slashing, and he is about to become the king of the main god. He is the young master of the Blood Prison Dougong, the youngest son of the Blood Prison Dao Master."

Amu snorted softly, gave Wuming a blank look, and said angrily, "I will salute when I see you later, you know."

"Oh." Nameless said indifferently.

"My name is Amu, I think you are the fast wood, no, brainless, let me tell you, don't be beaten to death tomorrow, I will pass on some of my fighting skills to you."

As Amu said, a wave of evil spirit power poured into Mu Feng's head from his divine sea.

However, he discovered that he couldn't enter Mu Feng's Divine Sea at all, and seemed to be in a self-sealed state.

"How could this be... did you seal yourself?"

Amu asked in surprise.

"I don't know either, but it seems like I won't know until my head grows."

Wuming laughed, pointing to his head that lacked a big hole, his smile was particularly frightening.

"I'm already a monster, and you seem to be a monster too." Amu muttered.

"By the way, Amu, why are you here?" Wuming asked.

"My son said that my parents were killed when I was young, and he picked me up. I don't know my childhood memories. Then I am here." Amu said.

Wuming said: "If one day, I take you out of here, will you go?"

"If I don't leave, I will stay in the Blood Prison Dougong and become the Douhuang! Then I will become the core disciple of the Blood Prison Dougong."