Origin of Demon Control: Evolution from the Contracted White Wolf

When he returned to his original position, there were already many demon masters standing nearby, each holding a note in his hand and whispering.

"Little sister, where is the guy you fought with? Hurry, I'm waiting to get the money. A middle-aged man urged.

"It's just money, Lao Tzu gambled on three demon cores!" Another shouted.

"I pressed all the points."

"I'm going to change cars next..." Everyone

said a word to me, sharing their bets, except for a very small number of people who planned to fight and pressed Lin Jiumu, almost all of them pressed Wu Mei to win.

Hearing these words, Wu Mei's face was proud, and when he saw Lin Jiumu walking over, he couldn't help but raise his chin, and he almost didn't write a few words on his face: "See, this is popularity."

Lin Jiumu smiled, ignored these people, shook the slip in his hand, and put it away again without waiting for the others and Wu Mei to see what the mortgage was.

"It's about to start, I still have a doubt," Lin Jiumu glanced around, "Before you said that the afterimage rat thing made you laugh at, how do I feel okay?" "

It is precisely like this, since he came to the Imperial Demon Hall, many people have come and gone, among them they are more afraid of Wu Mei than ridicule her, and there are only two who dare to mention the matter of the afterimage rat, one is the guy who wears gold and silver to take the lead in betting, and the other is the lecherous woman.

The weak boy came over at this time and whispered to Lin Jiumu: "Those who laugh at the eldest sister are basically the strong people of the first echelon, and they are rarely in the Demon Hall.

Lin Jiumu suddenly realized.

"Hmph! Anyway, you promised, Hugh want to regret it! After Wu Mei finished speaking, she glared at the weak boy, and then strode towards the challenge platform in the middle of the Imperial Demon Hall, followed by a group of Imperial Demon Master gamblers behind her, really like a big sister in society.

Lin Jiumu smiled indifferently and followed the crowd.

It is impossible to repent, pressing three secret techniques.

......

The two sides had just taken the stage, and the gamblers were more excited than them, and they had already chosen their positions around the challenge platform, and this big commotion also attracted many demon masters who were originally talking.

They came over and inquired, and they all laughed more or less.

"Little sister, this is another person to be bullied."

"The last newcomer was beaten to cry, and he hasn't been to the Imperial Demon Union for a month so far, I don't know what will happen this time?"

Several 'old men' from the Demon Hall laughed.

"I hope he lasts a little longer, not much, 10 seconds, I bought him for 10 seconds before throwing in the towel." This is the guy who wore gold and silver before, to put it mildly.

"You are really ruthless, people are different, people have pressed that little handsome guy ten first-order demon cores." This voice came from the lecherous woman, she said this, suddenly stunned, "Strange, why did Judge Jin appear?"

Several people looked over in surprise.

A man in a straight suit, with a large back and a serious face, stepped onto the stage under the awe-inspiring gazes of others.

His appearance caused quite a stir.

"It turned out to be Judge Jin! Isn't this what only happens when those powerhouses above the second order fight? Someone exclaimed.

"Could it be that someone has bet a heavy treasure so that the organizer has to invite him out to show absolute fairness!" There is also speculation.

In the crowd of whispers, several 'old men' who had spoken before looked at each other, and their expressions were unconsciously serious.

At this time, Referee Jin had already walked to one of the sides.

"Wu Mei?"

"It's me."

Referee Jin entered his identity, confirmed that the information was correct, and came to Lin Jiumu's side again.

"Lin Jiumu?"

"It's me."

Do the same, nod after confirming the information, and stand in the middle of the challenge table.

"This challenge is fought by Wu Mei against Lin Jiumu, both sides have reached the point, do not deliberately kill people, kill the imperial demon, either side of the imperial demon loses the ability to fight, or actively admits defeat is regarded as a failure of the challenge." Referee Jin's exit was sonorous, his eyes were as sharp as electric light, but when he swept in a certain direction under the stage, he almost imperceptibly bowed his head.

In that direction, a fat middle-aged man wearing a T-shirt, shorts and slippers smiled, nodded, and asked in his mouth: "That kid is Lin Jiumu?" "

Yes," a man next to him, "the first beginner was invited to hunt down the Afterimage Rat, the first-order imperial demon resisted the second-order Afterimage Rat, and finally he himself killed the Afterimage Rat. At the same time, he is also the biggest bet tonight.

"It's amazing. As soon as the black wind of the night hunting organization died last night, today's secret technique will come to us. It is also thanks to this kid's cleverness, otherwise he would have rashly used the villains who attracted the 'ghost' character of the night hunting organization, and his life would have been lost. The

fat middle-aged man squinted and said, and there seemed to be a little excitement between his words, which made the people next to him who were familiar with him frown.

"You don't follow the rules for him."

"That's what the rules are. We want to be fair, but what is the purpose of fairness? It is to protect the people, to fight against disasters, to fight against the bedbugs of the Black Palace, not to curb the development of the Good Demon Master. The rules have to be flexible.

The fat middle-aged man said with a smile.

Challenge the stage.

After the referee introduced the rules, the two raised their hands together and summoned their respective imperial demons.

Wu Mei's imperial demon is a huge metal turtle, four meters in diameter, silver-white, shining with a metallic luster, and a ring-like light white mark on its back armor.

Its two small eyes are pitch black, blinking and blinking, and with the loose movements, it looks a little humble, but if anyone despises it because of this, it will be unlucky.

Steel Armored Turtle (2 stars): Metallic combat class, second-order level 6, talent - armor thorn, steel burst, weakness: electric attribute second-order

6th!

Lin Jiumu's brows furrowed slightly.

This was the highest-level imperial demon or demon beast he had faced so far, and even the afterimage rat that almost scrapped Xiaosongzi was only a second-order and fourth-level at that time.

No wonder this Wang Ba could hurt the afterimage rat so badly.

The appearance of the steel armored turtle triggered a cheer in the field, in contrast to the boos after the appearance of the little pine nut.

Whether it is grade or size, small pine nuts are weaker than steel armored turtles.

These demon masters in the Demon Hall are actually shrewd, although they will laugh at Wu Mei for being robbed of the demon core in private, but everyone knows that in terms of real combat power, Wu Mei is definitely a powerful one.

As for the newcomer Lin Jiumu? In their eyes, they are just one of the people who routinely climb out of the Demon Hall every month, adding a little fun to the 'old people'.

"Ready!" Referee Jin raised his hand, and the audience was quiet, "Challenge, start!" When

the words fell, Wu Mei pointed forward.

"Old Iron! Jet Steel Burst! The

steel armored turtle got the order, squirmed in its mouth, and then spewed out an irregular mass of metal, very fast, with a breaking sound, but the front sight did not seem to be good, towards the side of the little pine nut.

"Stupid! You're off track again! Wu Mei stomped her foot in anger.

The distance of tens of meters was fleeting, seeing that the metal block was approaching and was about to fall on the side of the small pine nut, Lin Jiumu's eyes flashed a fine light, and said softly: "Jump two steps to the left."

Little Matsuko moved when he heard the sound, and he himself stepped back a little and opened up some distance.

Bang!

After the metal block fell, it exploded violently like a bomb, splashing out four meters away, and the densely broken sharp steel pieces pierced into the position where Xiao Songzi had stood, leaving only some ends on the ground, shaking, like a small blade.

"I'm pretty good at the head, it's basically covered, right?" Lin Jiumu asked rhetorically.

"Eh..." Wu Mei laughed awkwardly, not noticing that Lin Jiumu's expression gradually became serious when he spoke.

"Next, it's my turn."