The instructor glanced at him and did not express any expression of the protest. He just said coldly: "Come with me!"

He said, turning around and leaving, his pace was very fast, regardless of whether Wang Feng and others would lose.

Fantsey stuck out his tongue behind the old king: "It looks unfriendly..."

"Nonsense." Winnie gave him a blank look: "If someone goes to our Rose Smash, can you be friendly to him?"

"How is this? This is a quality problem." Fantsey shook his head repeatedly: "Even if you have to stab you in person at the business table, you will be smiling. You will be polite first and then soldiers. It's not like this Mangalam, it looks like it's very unstable!"

Fantesey's voice was not loud. The instructor in front of him must have not heard it, but there were people around him who turned their heads to look at him. They were porters, vendors, passengers, and managers at the station... They were all wearing white robes, and even if they were inconvenient to wear robes and white porters, they were covered with white cloth scarves on their heads. This is a very ancient tradition of the Holy Light believers. Holy Light is pure and flawless, regular and orderly. Only a unified white outfit can reflect the order and holiness of the Holy Light.

At this moment, these Holy Light believers were obviously glaring at Fantesey. Several people who seemed to be carrying and even rolling up their sleeves wanted to come and teach people a lesson. Even if a foreigner who dared to openly slander the great Mangalam directly beat him into meat sauce, no one here would feel that it would be inappropriate.

Feeling the anger around him, Kela and Udi were a little alert. Although they were not a believer of the Holy Light, they knew this fanatical atmosphere very well, just like in the orcs' royal city. If a human dared to run over to show off in the street, insult orcs, no matter who you are, you will be sure to be on the street immediately.

Fantesey also quickly shut up, as if he had caused something serious. Fortunately, those people quickly recognized the costumes of the Rose Church.

"We are here to challenge the rose disciples who are here to challenge our Mangalam Church."

"It turned out to be the city that abandoned the holy light, the temple that had fallen into the darkness! No wonder so ignorant and arrogant, it is really a group of disgusting pagans!"

"The holy light and glory will dispel the darkness!" Someone also roared in a low voice: "Kill these pagans!"

"Save some effort to work, the children in our church will teach these pagans to be human beings soon, wait and see!"

The buzzing sound suddenly spread around, but he didn't do it in the end. Asiba quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little confident and not afraid at all, he had never tried to hit a hundred... Winnie was chewing bubbles indifferently, Mapel was still expressionless, while Kola and Udi expressed their innocentness.

Lao Wang put his backpack on his shoulders and followed the mentor who was walking further and further: "Let's go."

The streets of the city of Mangalam are not complicated. They follow the tradition of ancient order. They are square cities? The thirteen streets that are straight and staggered in parallel divide the entire city into countless "units". The shops on both sides of the street, including pedestrians coming and going? Except for a small number of tourists, the others are neatly white and orderly, and even to the point where Lao Wang feels almost harsh? Not to mention the Mangalam themselves, for example, a foreign tourist spits spit on the ground casually, and a devout believer with a white headscarf will immediately run up and wipe it off on his knees? And they will always carefully wipe it to the extent that the floor is shiny! Of course, it will not be wiped in vain. Foreign tourists who spit will be stopped by others? Asking for sufficient fees, this is not a blackmail? Because they also allow you to wipe it off yourself...

A harsh city? The gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I'm afraid there will be no other city in this world that makes obsessive-compulsive patients feel more comfortable than Mangalam? At this moment, Lao Wang understood Mangalam's attack on the roses on the light of the Holy Light. It seems that it was not entirely because of the situation of some great people. For such a group of believers in Holy Light who maintains the rules and orders to such a degree, looking at the various "extraordinary" of the Rose Church? It's probably like it's always like a light on the back and a needle pricking on the eyes? I'm absolutely unhappy.

Several neat sets of Rose Temple costumes were still eye-catching on this street with white towels and white clothes. People were looking at them frequently along the way, showing contempt and disgust, and all kinds of sarcastic and sarcastic voices gradually became louder.

The instructor did not lead everyone to the direction of Mangalam Church, but went straight to the center of the city. Next to the huge statue of the saint, there was a huge oval building.

There are more people around here, at least thousands of people blocking the streets, buzzing and talking, and some people waving their gambling tickets in their hands to hawk the balls. The saints do not prohibit gambling. Of course, the people who can open gambling here must not be orcs. Even the underground kingdom of Uganda's vast territory cannot reach into a city like Mangalam that boasts their holy light. The orcs have a very low status in this city, far superior to other human cities. They are not allowed to engage in any decent jobs. Even if they are working as coolies, they have to wrap them in black cloth symbolizing lowliness and distinguish them from human labor, let alone open bars like in Aurora City.

At this time, the people here were making loud noises and buzzing sounds endlessly.

"Last bet time! Last bet time! One loss of two for defeating the Rose Pagan by three to zero, and one loss of three to one defeating the Rose Pagan by three to one…"

"Give me a thousand euros three to one!"

"This respected saint brother, I kindly remind you that you should buy three to zero. Look, I will analyze the current combat power comparison between the two sides..."

"There are thirteen tickets at the highest level, only fifty euros, only fifty euros!"

"A VIP ticket in the fourth row! You can definitely feel the hot blood splashed by the pagans at close range! Bathing in the blood of the pagans is to admire the holy light. The opportunity is rare, only one thousand euros, only one thousand euros!"

All kinds of noise filled the streets, until the mentor of the Mangalam Church came over with a few rose disciples, and the people on the outermost side exclaimed: "The fallen pagans are here!"

The sound was extremely pissing, and the entire buzzing street suddenly became quiet. Thousands of people around the martial arts arena immediately turned around and looked at Wang Feng and the others.

Suddenly, the quiet air was stared at by thousands of eyes at the same time. The tense atmosphere spread in the air. These eyes were obviously not very friendly. The saints present wanted to strangle them to death with their own hands for this group of pagans who had long been infamous and defiled the holy light.

Fortunately, Mangalam's mentor was leading the way. The crowd was in a difficult situation and slowly separated a narrow path. Lao Wang led everyone to squeeze through the quiet and scrupulous people.

It was the first time that he was surrounded by so many people. The path made by the crowd was narrow, and he kept rubbing and squeezing with the saints on both sides. Then he heard the cold snorting sounds... under the huge pressure, Udi felt that his vest and palms were wet at this time. Those unfriendly eyes stared at him made his scalp numb, and he was almost breathless.

Fortunately, this journey is not far, and there is a thick iron door about two meters wide in front of me. You can hear the buzzing noise coming out through the thick gate, which makes the iron door frame tremble slightly.

"Go in by yourself!" The instructor took everyone to the door and stopped caring. Lao Wang didn't care and pushed hard.

The sound insulation effect is also very good. I just heard a buzzing sound inside when I was outside the door, but as soon as the door opened... Unlike the quiet outside just now, the people here were looking forward to it for a long time, and they had already been hot and waited for too long. At this time, I saw the Rose Temple costumes that appeared after the door was pushed open, and the sound of thunder suddenly erupted again, as if sound waves were coming out of the gate!

"Look! It was the pagans who came, and the lowly orcs who had defiled the Holy Light and should burn them to death!"

"These stains that are defiled on the Holy Light can only be washed away with their blood!"

"O Holy Light, your humblest servant asks you to purify these evil souls. When I see them, I shivered with disgust!"

"Mangaram will win! Holy glory!"

"The holy light descends from the sky, bringing endless light, like a staff in the hand of a saint, expelling darkness and making the holy light prosperous forever. May the holy light be rich in unpredictable love and always be full of longing heart..."

Curses, shouts, provocations, and even mixed with many singing of men and women singing the holy light, mixed in this huge martial arts arena.

All the people in the stands seemed crazy, either standing up and waving their fists frantically, roaring at the Rose at the gate, or singing loudly without distraction. The only thing in common is that all these fanatics, the veins rising on their foreheads and necks were almost as thick as chopsticks.

Everyone is venting frantically, noisy, as if the more ruthless the scolding, the louder the voice and the higher the enthusiasm, they can show their holiness!

A terrifying sound and momentum came instantly. If it were Rose before, they would have been overwhelmed by this momentum. However, after experiencing the baptism of Dragon City and receiving the improvement of Lao Wang's soul refining formation, except Udi, even Fantesey was quite calm at this time.

"Damn, is this really let's fight directly?" Fantesey glanced at his mouth. He has become much more courageous recently. He followed Lao Wang and looked around: "I don't even drink saliva. We just got off the magic rail train. Isn't this clearly taking advantage of us..."

"Even if you give you water, do you dare to drink it?" Winnie gave him a blank look and chewed the bubble gum in her mouth: "Don't look at people like Mangalam who are serious on the surface, they are more shameless than anyone else when they get mad."

Of course, the people from the Li family knew about Mangalam's situation, and the information was unsightly!

What kind of devout saints of the Holy Light and what kind of harsh doctrines are, in fact, people are the same. The more they are suppressed, the more crazy they will be. A city like Mangalam, which looks clean and neat on the surface, but the dirty things done behind it are definitely much more unbearable than ordinary unbearable... In contrast, Aurora City is the real paradise.

"Silent! Silent!"

Lao Wang and others had already stood on the side of the scene, and there was still noisy around the stands. A majestic voice sounded at this time, spreading throughout the audience, suppressing the riots.

I saw a tall saint in white standing in the field. He was about forty years old, and his voice was like a bell. As he spoke, the white squat was bulging, as if he was filled with energy by the swelling soul power. A shallow wave of air spread around him, with amazing momentum. It was Ren Changquan, the director of the Mangalam Templar Martial Arts Court.

Ren Changquan looked at Wang Feng's team lightly, and finally looked around the stands: "Although the Rose Church is here to challenge me, Mangalam Church, challenge and exchange are originally a tradition of the temple, and there are naturally challenging rules. The visitors are guests. Please restrain your emotions and Rong Ren will give you a brief introduction."

Although Ren Changquan is only a branch director of the Mangalam Holy Church, Mangalam has always been famous for his martial arts. The President of the Martial Arts Court is the number one master in Mangalam and has a prestige in the city. As soon as he spoke, the noise in the stands became much smaller, but the sounds of singing the holy light around him did not stop, and they were uniform, just like chanting scriptures, as if they had become the solemn voice-over of the dean when he spoke.

"The Rose Team has six players to compete this time. Captain Wang Feng, who participated in the Dragon City Fantasy Battle, ranked 500 out of the 500 disciples who fought." Ren Changquan introduced lightly.

"The last one! Can this virtue be the captain?"

"Isn't this guy the one who invented the runes? Isn't it over if you do your runes well? You dare to come and provoke us Mangalam. I really don't know how to write the word "death"!"

"Bah! Did he invent that rune? It was clearly the Thunder Dragon. This despicable and dirty person who deceived the world and thieves with lies and defiled the holy light and was an evil pagan!"

There was a burst of laughter and booing sounds in the stands that had just become quieter.

Those who were scolded didn't care, and Ren Changquan didn't care even more. He just continued to introduce: "Deputy captain Li Wenni, team member Mapel, team member Fantesey, orc Kola, orc Udi..."

Every time he said a name, there were booing and sarcasm in the stands, and he was sarcastic at the sarcasm, especially Kela and Wudi, who threw away all the garbage.

To be honest, everyone has been mentally prepared for the difference between home and away games. If they go to other people's territory and still look forward to someone cheering, that would be a strange thing, so they don't care much.

"quiet!"

After a while, Ren Changquan's voice was almost overwhelmed. Ren Changquan quickly read the name of the Rose Team, and then introduced in a deep voice: "I, Mangalam Temple, also played six people, and the captain's Holy Sword Chris!"

The booed stands suddenly changed in style, and thunderous applause and cheers burst out.

"Chris! Chris! Chris!"

This is an absolute star in Mangalam Temple. Although he did not attend the Dragon City Fantasy last time, everyone knew that it was just the strategy of Mangalam Temple. Otherwise, if he went there, he would at least be in the top 100.

Lao Wang squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side. He saw a guy carrying a rune broadsword on the other end of the martial arts arena, taking a step forward slightly and waved his hand gently. He had a national face and a moderate figure, and he looked even bigger than the rune broadsword he carried, but his aura was calm, his eyes were sharp, and his emotions were not reflected. He was a standard young generation master posture.

"Deputy Captain, Black Thunder Witch!"

"Isn't the deputy captain a rush to the magic fist?"

"Wulli's strength is enough to match Chris. It is normal for someone to help box, and it is better to be a deputy captain..."

"Wulin!Wulin!Wulin!"

Wuli is the number one master of Cassi's Holy Temple. Although he had just been transferred to the courtyard, the two sacred temples were only separated by one city, and they were also very famous here. Moreover, the pagans who came to help kill Rose were naturally their own people.

The stands immediately cheered again, and many people shouted the name of Wu Li. The sound of the tsunami was not under the previous holy sword Chris.

I saw a young man who looked a little thin and took a step forward from the opposite team. He smiled and did not look at the Rose team members here. He just reached out and rushed to the stands with a "shhh" movement, but the cheers around him became louder.

"The team member's magic fist explodes!"

A burly saint who was more than two meters tall stood up, and the explosive muscles were already quite amazing. Compared with the thin Wu Li next to him, he looked like a beast in the wilderness.

'Bang'!

He looked around proudly and fisted his hands hard at all times. The two fists that were bigger than the witch touched hard. The deep soul power was stimulating, and the roar of the fist was like something exploded. The violent power was amazing and it also caused a round of cheers.

"The limbs are well developed and the mind is simple." Winnie vomited a bubble and rolled her eyes.

Ren Changquan continued to introduce the following. Every time he read the name of a Mangalam player, the cheers on the court were endless. Compared with the booings at the Rose Temple just now, the treatment was really different.

"...The rules follow the ancestral teachings of the Holy Church! The challengers will appear first, rotate in turn, and win in five battles and three victories!" After Ren Changquan introduced, he lightly pointed his toes and flew to the side of the field, letting out the combat area, and swept to Wang Feng's position lightly: "Rose Temple Challenger, go to fight!"

"Afeng, I'll come, I'll come, I'll come to the first game!" Fantesey swept away his decadence. As his strength and vision improved, he really felt that he was quite strong. At least facing the guys in front of him, and Famir's existence also gave Fantesey confidence and courage.

However, Wang Feng, who was standing by, rolled his eyes, "Stay there, Wudi, you are our starting pioneer, and the captain always trusts you the most!"
Chapter completed!