The huge warship descended from the sky like a mountain, rolling up a huge morning mist, and then gradually stopped.

Two members of the Demon Slayer Division stepped onto the warship and said in a friendly manner:

"Welcome everyone from the Shura tribe. We are members of the Luotian Demon Slayer Division and are responsible for the security of this grand event. There are still two days before the grand event starts. You can take a stroll in Luotian!"

As a routine matter, the two members of the Demon Slayer Division left after being informed of the brief rules.

Ning Cheng came to the deck. Many Shura tribesmen were already on both sides of the deck looking at the warships docked outside. There were hundreds of warships docked here.

The shapes of the warships of each ethnic group are very different. Some of the warships of the more powerful ethnic groups are millions of feet in size, while the warships of some of the weaker ethnic groups are a bit smaller.

The most eye-catching among them is the warship of the God Clan. Even under the cover of night, it is like a bright moon emitting holy white light. Its warship is tens of millions of feet in size and covers almost half of the venue.

Ning Cheng only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

This ethnic group always seems to like to show its strength in any situation.

"Ningcheng."

Daxuan and Zhuge Changqing came over.

"Should we go down for a walk?"

Only then did Ning Cheng notice that many of the Shura tribe's geniuses had disembarked from the warship and were wandering around in the resting space below.

Not only the Shura tribe, but also the prodigies of other ethnic groups would not stay on the ship for long. There were many night markets in the gaps between the warships, and these were all items brought by their respective ethnic groups that needed to be traded.

It can be regarded as a peaceful moment before the competition, and at the same time, you can learn about the customs and customs of various ethnic groups.

This is an old tradition.

"Then go take a look." Ning Cheng said.

Zhuge Changqing couldn't wait to say: "Finally, I can taste the wines from each ethnic group again. I remember that in the last session, there was a small ethnic group in the border area of ​​the wilderness that brewed excellent wine!"

Ning Cheng heard this and said: "I see that some tribes don't even have warships, and there are only less than ten tribesmen. They shouldn't come here to participate in the grand gathering, right?"

"Of course not. The main purpose is for this night market. Don't underestimate the spending power of those large groups. The sales during this period of the event are enough to support a medium-sized group!"

Ning Cheng, followed by the Big Black Turtle and Zhuge Changqing, also got off the warship.

After arriving on land, I did see a lot of stalls. They were basically placed next to their warships. People came and went. Once someone liked something, they would take the initiative to ask for the price.

Get along more harmoniously.

Ning Cheng saw many stalls and found that these stalls had relatively high quality things that could be used for cultivation. On the contrary, they had more interesting things.

Basically, they are the more distinctive items among each ethnic group.

Ning Cheng even saw a backward ethnic group selling single girls in the group in front of a certain stall.

The overall strength of this ethnic group is extremely weak, and there is only one strong person in the spirit realm guarding the back. Sadly, both men and women in the ethnic group are all handsome men and beauties, and they even have the ears of wild beasts on their heads.

In front of this stall, there are many warriors making selections.

Ning Cheng glanced at it and then looked away.

This kind of thing happens anytime and anywhere, whether it is the wilderness or the warrior world, the matter of buying slaves has never disappeared.

Weak ethnic groups can only choose to rely on strong ethnic groups.

Ning Cheng basically didn't buy anything, but rather walked around with Daxuan Turtle and Zhuge Changqing.

Zhuge Changqing is nostalgic for the fine wines of all races, and Daxuan Turtle has similar interests.

The three of them walked around for less than an hour. Ning Cheng felt a little bored. After telling the two of them, he took the initiative to leave the group and planned to return to the warship.

As soon as they got on the warship, Luo Dian, Luo Lan, Xiao Luo and others also planned to go out for a walk.

Seeing Ning Cheng walking up, Luo Dian took the initiative to wave and said, "Ning Cheng, are you done shopping? Did you buy anything?"

Ning Cheng smiled and shook his head and said, "It's quite lively. I didn't buy anything."

Roland took the initiative to step forward and said, "Ning Cheng, why don't you accompany us for a walk? Luo Dian said that we can meet many geniuses from various ethnic groups down there."

Ning Cheng said: "Let's forget it. You go ahead. I'll go back and practice for a while."

Ning Cheng didn't want to, and Roland didn't force it.

After Ning Cheng left, Roland said: "He is already so powerful, why is he still so diligent?"

Luo Dian looked at Ning Cheng's back. Although he was so young, why did he always look worried?

It feels like invisible pressure is weighing on my heart.

"Not sure."

Luo Dian shook his head and looked at Ning Cheng's back and said, "Maybe only people like this can become stronger, right?"

Ning Cheng got on the boat alone. Just as he was about to return to his room, he found that there was no one on the entire deck.

Even the guards originally deployed by the Shura clan had disappeared, and the entire deck was extremely quiet.

The moonlight shone softly on the deck. Ning Cheng hesitated for a moment, then walked to the center of the deck and sat down cross-legged.

Maybe it would be nice to stay here.

Ning Cheng had just closed his eyes when he suddenly felt a ripple.

He turned around subconsciously.

A group of black people, the empress with a delicate face appeared in front of her before she knew it.

Ning Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little regretful. Why should he be greedy for the beautiful scenery in front of him?

Wouldn't it be better to just go back to your room and practice?

"Your Majesty the Empress." Ning Cheng said with a complex expression.

Empress Shura nodded and looked at the market below, "Why don't you go down and have a look?"

Ning Cheng said: "I just went down for a walk, but it wasn't interesting, so I came up."

"Um."

Empress Shura had no intention of leaving. Instead, she raised her skirt and sat on the deck with ease.

He happened to be sitting next to Ning Cheng.

Ning Cheng swallowed a sip of saliva. It was neither right to leave at this time nor to stay where he was.

Just when Ning Cheng was struggling, Empress Shura stood up on her own initiative and returned to the warship without saying a word.

Ning Cheng saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I think too much.

The other party is the empress of the Shura clan, how could she continue to eat her own tofu?

Ning Cheng also stood up and returned to the room.

There are still two days before the event starts. Do you want to go find Luo Zhentian?

After all, this time, the grand event was held in Luotian.

Ning Cheng thought briefly and finally decided to go out and take a look.

After changing into a black robe, Ning Cheng quietly left the Shura clan warship and moved towards the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Division.

Another place.

Luo Zhentian is looking at many official documents. The opening of the grand event is also a very busy event for him.

Even the dispatch of a warship must be done with caution. Two ethnic groups that have hatred for each other cannot be placed too close to each other.

Otherwise, a fight may break out if you are not careful!

"Zhentian."

A voice appeared behind Luo Zhentian.

Luo Zhentian, who was frowning, suddenly stood up.

"Master Ning? Are you back?" Luo Zhentian said excitedly.
Chapter completed!