There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

A few beams of light hit Qing Lan's body, and Qing Lan keenly felt that something tiny had entered her body, some on the skin, some in the flesh and blood, and some even in the muscles and bones, swimming quickly.

Qinglan subconsciously mobilized the very little spiritual power in her body, but then she thought about it, this is to check whether there is any elixir left in her body, Qinglan divided a few tiny strands of spiritual power to follow these unknown things, If there is an abnormality, it is guaranteed to be subdued immediately.

After the little thing swam for a while, its speed became slower and slower, and finally it slowly decomposed and disappeared.

"The physical test is over, and there are no residues of prohibited drugs." The mechanical sound sounded again, the tiny light beam disappeared, and the transparent cover on the arena was removed.

"SZ4321 died."

"RL17505 won, and the bonus has accumulated 6000 contribution points. No company accepts it yet. Do you want to start the next challenge?"

A transparent light board appeared in front of Qinglan, on which there were three choices "Yes", "No", and "Temporary rest".

No company has accepted it yet. Is the company Qing Lan, the master of Xuanjie? Guess that this fairy world is occupied by several major sects. Until death.

What about Xuanmen, those seniors who were promoted to immortals before Xuanmen?

Qing Lan clenched her fists, she didn't consume much in the previous fight, presumably the weak point of the monster happened to be on the cervical spine, and she hit it straight, otherwise she wouldn't be able to solve it with one move.

By the way, Qinglan suddenly remembered that the inner alchemy of the monster hadn't been dug out yet, the monster that can transform into a human form is at least level [-], and the high-level demon pill can be used to refine medicine and weapons, so it would be a pity to waste it.

Qing Lan thought about walking in front of the dying monster, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, smashed the man's head with a palm. Red and white things were scattered all over the ground, but there was no demon pill.

Qing Lan looked at her hands in embarrassment.Is it too hard?

The orcs in the auditorium hadn't reacted from the shock of "no residue of prohibited drugs". They looked at the little human with almost numb mind, and smashed the head of the bear orc with a light palm.

What a power!The skull, which even the laser gun might not penetrate, was shattered by the human palm!

The sound of breathing came from the audience stand, and many orcs remembered what the unlucky ghost said before, "I will take your head off and put it back in the hanging room..."

What a fierce revenge!

Some orcs obviously didn't understand the situation, so they took off their shoes and threw them at the humans in the field, "Go to hell, shit!"

Seeing the flying shoes, Qinglan frowned delicately, took two steps forward, turned over in the air, and "returned" the shoes back with a whip.

The orc watched his shoes come back quickly, and then his eyes went dark.

So thousands of orcs witnessed the miracle of "their own shoes stepped on their own faces".The shoes fell off the orc's face, and on the orc's dazed face were obvious shoe prints and two tubes of scarlet nosebleed that slowly flowed down.

The fat man who was watching raised his eyebrows, turned on his optical brain and began to calculate something. After seeing the remaining numbers, the fat man pressed a button without hesitation.

"Hey, congratulations to RL17505." The mechanical sound suddenly sounded.

"BLUEWAR, which was jointly created by elves and humans in 1370, has signed your contract."

There is a teacher who wants to accept her, but Qinglan is not happy, she doesn't know how the seniors of Xuanmen are doing here, if possible, she would like to go to Xuanmen.

"BLUEWAR, shit, it must be that gambler who came today!"

"They should all be dead, right? I guess this one might live for a while..."

"Hey, the company that still uses F-level nutrition cabins has not yet collapsed!"

……

Qinglan listened to all kinds of information in confusion, what is a gambler and a nutrition cabin?

A door slowly opened, and Qinglan walked towards the door that didn't know where it was going. Finally, she turned around and glanced at the transparent door she walked out of. A thin man was covering his face and crying bitterly. The woman with the scar raised her hand at herself.

Humans can also defeat the orcs!Instead of being teased to death, why not fight, because death has some dignity!

Qinglan turned around, not a trace of joy in being accepted by the fairy sect in her heart, and she seemed to be more worried about the fate of the same kind.This fairy world...is really different from what I thought.

****

The office was shrouded in pungent smoke, and the man with a big belly was pretending to be chic, smoking the electronic hookah in his hand.

"You are an ancient martial artist, right?" The fat man exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes were bloodshot.

"I don't think people can be wrong." The fat man laid his legs on the table in front of him leisurely, with the soles of his shoes facing the newcomer.

"Let me introduce first. My surname is Cheng, Cheng Zhiyuan. I brought you out of the arena. From now on, you must obey me."

Cheng Zhiyuan threw a document on the table: "Take your contract well, the company will pay you 800 contribution points every month, you earned bonuses in the arena before, and I bought you insurance, which is a must for every employee." some."

"Also." Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the delicate face of the human being opposite: "Make money for me, otherwise I will throw you back to the arena."

Qinglan's expression was indifferent, and Cheng Zhiyuan didn't have any sense of accomplishment in controlling people.

"It's not interesting at all." Cheng Zhiyuan yawned, and there was another bad smell in the air: "Xiao Zhang, take him there and tell him what to do and what not to do."

The man standing quietly on one side picked up the contract on the table and led the new couple out of the smoky office.

"Hello." The man took a deep breath outside the office, and stretched out a hand to Qinglan.

Qing Lan looked at the hand missing one index finger expressionlessly, not quite knowing what the other party meant.

"Your name is Qinglan, right?" The man withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "My name is Zhang Xiaomiao. I have been in the company for five years. I am now the secretary of Director Cheng. I am responsible for some trivial matters. Now I will take you to the bullet room. If there is any problem , you can ask me."

"Bullet... room" Qing Lan didn't know why.

"Yes, I live there too." Zhang Xiaomiao was a little surprised: "You don't even know the bullet room, do you? Then where did you live before?"

"I live in the teacher's gate." Qing Lan's eyes were faintly warm.

Zhang Xiaomiao was thoughtful, the newcomers seemed a little ignorant of the world.

"Bullet house is a metaphor, which means that those houses are like bullets, old, dense, useless and a waste of resources." Zhang Xiaomiao smiled wryly: "Although the conditions are not very good, it is better than living in a refugee area as a pag good."

"Pag" Qinglan was very confused.

"Pags don't have ID chips, don't participate in the arena, refugees who smuggle in, and criminals who have their ID chips taken. They spend their days picking up things on garbage conveyor belts, living in discarded generation nuclear vehicles and levitation vehicles. Cars, eating garbage from the mouths of ordinary residents.” Zhang Xiaomiao summed it up: “At least it’s much worse than us.”

Qinglan found that there were more things she didn't understand, but I'm afraid there will be no end to this question.

Qinglan picked up the question she was most concerned about and asked, "Is there a company named "Xuanmen" here?"

"Xuanmen" Zhang Xiaomiao turned on the optical brain on his wrist and said, "Search, Xuanmen."

Qinglan looked at the little "bracelet" and said: "There is no record, please replace the keyword."

"Did you hear that, even if the optical brain can't find out, then there must be nothing." Zhang Xiaomiao put down his hand, and the optical brain automatically shut down.

Qinglan was silent for a while, and finally raised her head and said slowly: "Do you know where the refugee area is?"

"I'll take you to buy a rudimentary optical brain in a while, and you can check it yourself." Zhang Xiaomiao guessed that Qing Lan might have someone she knows here: "However, I advise you not to go there. People are driven half-crazy, not to mention there are many criminals."

"Thank you." Qing Lan's heart was extremely heavy. He still remembered the appearance of those masters and uncles who had ascended to immortality in the portraits. No matter what, he couldn't let the ancestors pick up garbage to spend their days.

"Here we are." Zhang Xiaomiao and Qing Lan took the elevator to the ground, not paying attention to Qing Lan's worried expression.

Zhang Xiaomiao took Qinglan to a silver door, entered the administrator information on the information disk at the door, asked Qinglan to print his fingerprints, and scanned his face with the security system.

"Okay, this will be your dormitory from now on." Zhang Xiaomiao smiled: "I'm in R-107, you can come to me if you need anything."

Qing Lan remained silent.

"The competitive competition of the Enschi Competition is a week away, so prepare yourself these few days." Zhang Xiaomiao looked at Qing Lan with pity: "You have to try your best to survive."

Qinglan didn't know why: "What is Ensiqi?"

"Why don't you know anything?" Zhang Xiaomiao was surprised again: "You don't even know that your planet is not even connected to the star network in the civilian competition held every ten years?"

Qinglan's quiet and ignorant gaze made Zhang Xiaomiao helpless: "I really didn't expect which ditch you came out of. It must not be easy to think of it here. Simply put, the Ensiqi Competition is a competition. There are two sections of survival and competition. As long as you can successfully challenge one section, you are eligible to enter the fourth-class competition and make a lot of money for the company. But... that competition is very dangerous, and the company can only equip you with F-level nutrition cabin, after connecting, if you die in the competition, there is an 80% chance of dying in reality. Have you seen my finger?"

Zhang Xiaomiao waved her mutilated hand in front of Qinglan's eyes: "I was injured in the Ensiqi competition. I was only eighteen at the time. The opponent was a Rat Orc, who bit off my finger. It also crushed 20% of my internal organs. Fortunately, the "Special Racial Protection Law" was just promulgated at that time, otherwise I might not be able to stand in front of you now."

Qinglan looked at Zhang Xiaomiao silently, is there no vitality pill here?Not to mention a small piece of finger, even an arm can be completely regenerated.

"Go in and rest first." Zhang Xiaomiao glanced down at Guangnao: "I will come to you at six in the afternoon and take you to the company restaurant. But don't get your hopes up too much, the company restaurant is full of nutrient solutions , Those meat and vegetables are three contribution points more expensive than outside. I have to leave beforehand."

Qinglan watched Zhang Xiaomiao stand on a strange "teleportation array", and led Zhang Xiaomiao up slowly to the ground.

The author has something to say: Qing Lan (firm): As a Taoist disciple, you must not let the ancestors pick up garbage to live.

The glorious ancestors above the Immortals: ... this disciple is probably stupid...