Within the hall of the killing fields.
Luo Feng and Thunder God were casually engaged in a conversation, this was also an effective way to relax.
"Luo Feng, Thunder!"
"Haha, what a surprise bumping into you two here." A clear laughter resounded, a black skinned man as big as a bear, along with a pale skinny red haired youth walked side by side over.
"Buleimu, Heruo, come, sit." Luo Feng waved and shouted.
As frequent customers training hard within the killing fields, and also frequent visitors of the big hall, chatting away, they naturally met a few similar elites who spent many hours within the killing fields. Everybody was clear, to be able to spend so much time within the killing fields, meant that one either had a lot of money or a lot of background, that their paths would meet again in the future. The more friends they made, the more paths they opened, the future adventures in the universe may require such friends, hence everybody made the effort to make more friends.
