Rumors of a Bad Queen

Shaping hidden identities (revision)

Shaping hidden identities (revision)

Fighting between the swords of buyers and pedestrians always occurs in the city of Wan, especially one of the areas located in the black market arena.

In every corner of the street a group of people passing by added to the crowd of this market, the ripples of noise also decorate the streets and on the streets it also looks a man with a big face, a man with a big face, his face was full of various sharp weapon wounds that were blatantly robbing an old monk.

The robber drew his sword in front of the old monk's chest, he shouted arrogantly. "Since when did the black market enter a grandfather!? Does our Wan City fall in your opinion to the point of making a weak person able to be relaxed here!?"

The robber was still shouting and chiding. "Old monk, I'll let you go in exchange for handing over all your money! If you meet other than me you will lose your life!"

Despite being severely threatened, the old monk still did not give his money away for free. He just cupped his hands together. "Amitabata seems like the fall of Wanna city because many people like you are in this city."

Because in such a gurui, of course the robber was very angry. The robber reached one leg and before he could finish his speech the old monk was knocked off when a kick landed on his stomach.

Not finished there, the robber also threw him into a small tavern, until some of the tavern was smashed to pieces and some merchandise splattered into the street. When he felt pain in his stomach and back, the old monk could not bear to break a mouthful of blood once.

"Give me your money!"

The old monk glanced at the ruined stall and saw many items that were already not worth selling because of him. "I can't hand over my money to you, even if I have to lose money I'd better give it to compensate for the damage to this stall."

"So you'd rather give your money to someone else!" The merciless robber intended to hit the old monk but his hand soon stopped in midair, as his punch was in hold, he glanced at his hand that was being held by a handsome young man's hand, that figure was someone wearing a grass green cyan robe that looked fresh and palatable when seen.

Looking at the young man in luxurious clothes and a tall background the man held back his anger but he did not dare to resist.

"Curtain!" Said the man then left, it seems like the profession as a robber failed this time.

The moment the robber left, the handsome young man immediately helped the old monk stand up. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you young man for helping this old Monk" the old monk immediately said as he handed the seller five silver coins for damages.

In the distance from their place, Huaran saw the entire incident and he could not bear to give praise to the handsome young man.

He said with great satisfaction "Bai'er has always been so if he sees injustice happening in his eyes and Bai'er will act mindlessly twice to help others."

Next to Huaran a woman wearing a golden mask also noticed Bai Qingyun, she gave a small smile. "Looks like he's a good guy."

The woman looked about a dozen years old, even though she had a small or thin smile, when Qiuxi smiled, the smile did not appear on her face because it was blocked by a mask of gold.

It didn't take long, they soon arrived at a tournament that was being conducted in the black market area. Tournaments that were only followed by strong people as well as high cultivation were also the determination of the fight to show pride, the, honor and self-respect is a show of the various abilities of cultivators who will be given the title.

As Huaran and Bai Qingyun's entourage took a seat in a room, the excitement of the tournament suddenly buzzed.

"Everything! Welcome to the tournament we have been most looking forward to and the strong will win! It's time you show your manhood with bloodshed! Bet your lives because only absolute power is everything!!" 

The host shouted in the middle of the platform stage. "This time we also have the arrival of a very special person! Welcome the tournament owner! Master Huo!"

Master Huo whose name was called now stood greeting the spectators throughout the tournament, as he stood on the stage the atmosphere instantly became even more festive due to the arrival of the owner who usually never came, the only recorded master Huo ever came only twice, but his name very quickly echoed and skyrocketed among the black market population.

"Master! The master! The master!" Shouts from the audience.

As master Huo stood on the stage, he then said. "We are the arrival of a special guest representative from the Ziying Valley, the Thousand Medicines Pavilion and a person as well. There is now a genius guest who is a Ghost Alchemist!"

When saying that master Huo then pointed to a seat in one of the important guest chairs, and there was an average face that was familiar to most people. But what distinguishes it from the previous day and what is now different is this time the arrival of a Ghost Alchemist who immediately attracted the attention of everyone there.

Master Huo also said. "I hope you enjoy all the performances in the tournament this time, while for you the fighters show how sharp the fangs you have and use to tear the opponent apart.."

"But most importantly show your strength in the excitement of this atmosphere!"

In the middle of a big tournament, there was also a magnificent stage that was still quiet because there was no fighter standing there.

The stage in the tournament was only used at the end of the event as the life and death area of someone who participated, and also to fulfill one's fighting obsession just by fighting against strong people. While next to it there is an area that is intended for ordinary fighters who want money for victory in that area now already stands four fighters there who are two meters long two meters in size which was classified as very narrow for the four adults fighting on it.

"Are you interested in a four-man keroco fight?" Suddenly someone sitting beside Huaran asked and opened his voice. He was an esteemed elder who came from the Ziying Valley someone who looked to be fifty years old but whose true age was much older than it could be seen.

"Older Tao, since when are we so familiar?" ask Huaran back.

"...."

"Who's talking to you Elder Hua?"  Tao Fei coughed lightly as his hand pointed at a Ghost Alchemist next to them. "I talked to him.."

The Ghost Alchemist smiled behind his golden mask, he laughed softly. "Why are you talking to me? I didn't even look at you one bit, what's your name?"

"...."

He was an esteemed elder from a renowned valley. Elder Tao, in the entire central continent, there would be no one who was unfamiliar with his name because he was an elder from the extremely prominent Ziying Valley!

As for the teenage girl wearing the gold mask, you ask what is her name?

A person as famous as an elder from the Ziying Valley you don't even know his name?

Are your eyes blind?