Chapter 527 Socialist Successor

"Do you have any idea?"

Xia Fukun asked Hua Duoduo.

Hua Duoduo nodded confidently.

"of course!"

"Boss, with your current strength, becoming a red-clad underworld warrior is already a certainty!"

Xia Fukun nodded, Hua Duoduo was right. Although his real strength is only about that of the yellow-clad underworld warrior, with various means, he can indeed fight against the red-clothed underworld warrior!

"So! As long as you go to participate in the Underworld Martial Arts Ceremony and become a red underworld warrior, won't you be able to go to the second floor naturally?"

"Although this Underworld Martial Arts Ceremony has just ended, it will start another one in ninety-nine years. Boss, you only need to wait for ninety-nine years, and then you can go upstairs, right? ?”

Xia Fukun looked at Hua Duoduo with a serious look on his face.

Xia Fukun pondered for two seconds: "Get out?"

Hua Duoduo was stunned for a moment... He didn't know that he was analyzing Xia Fukun so seriously. Why did Xia Fukun tell him to get out?

For the underworld people, hundreds of years passed really quickly, almost just by waving their hands.

After all, the lifespan of this underworld person is eternal. Many white-clothed underworld warriors have lived for tens of thousands of years. They have participated in this hundred-year Mingwu Ceremony for countless times.

But Xia Fukun is different!

He has just entered this underworld. A hundred years can really change a lot of things.

Such as the earth.

For example, the Jiuyou Continent.

For example, the demon world and the fairy world!

Xia Fukun doesn't even know what will happen in those worlds.

Ask him to wait for a hundred years, then go upstairs and see if there are any suitable underworld martial arts skills.

Haha, sorry! He can't do it well?

"I don't believe it, I can't go upstairs yet!"

Xia Fukun stopped paying attention to Hua Duoduo. At first, he thought Hua Duoduo had something special, but he didn't expect that it was just a Muggle. With a sneer, Xia Fukun walked up the stairs.

It was also at this time.

"Um?"

The old man who was reading a book suddenly made a dissatisfied sound in his nose.

"Where did this little guy come from? Do you know the rules of this library?"

As he said this, the old man in red underworld warrior put down the book in his hand, and his eyes faintly glanced at Xia Fukun.

Xia Fukun was glanced at by the old man, and he felt as if his whole body had been looked at thoroughly.

but--

It's not like Xia Fukun has never seen strong people.

Let’s not talk about the Underworld Emperor of the Underworld.

Even the Monkey King of the Demon Realm and Yang Yang Immortal of the Immortal Realm are much better than this old man in red!

Xia Fukun really couldn't understand it.

What the hell are you doing? !

Why should you show off your superiority in front of yourself? "Huh?" Well, you piece of shit!

Thinking of this, Xia Fukun said "Huh?" in displeasure.

"What's wrong?"

The old man in red: "???"

He has lived for tens of thousands of years.

This is the first time I saw such an arrogant white-clothed underworld warrior...

Damn it! Don't you know that the person in front of you is a red-clothed Hades warrior? How dare you speak like this? ? ?

Where has the civilization that Lord Hades always advocated gone? Where have the rules of the underworld gone? !

The red-clothed underworld warrior snorted coldly.

"A mere white-clothed Hades warrior dares to be disrespectful to a red-clothed Hades warrior. Do you know how big the gap between us is?"

After the red-clothed underworld warrior snorted coldly, a powerful aura suddenly appeared on his body.

After this aura appeared, the entire library was shaken. And Hua Duoduo, who was behind Xia Fukun, couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down directly.

Xia Fukun was also made very uncomfortable by this breath at this moment.

But a mere underworld warrior in red wanted him, Xia Fukun, to kneel down?

Haha, sorry, wishful thinking!

Xia Fukun snorted coldly.

There was also an aura on his body.

Although this aura was much weaker than that of the red-clothed Hades warrior. But because of the bonus of ten bloodline powers, the aura of the red-clothed underworld warrior was vaguely restrained.

Xia Fukun looked at the red warrior.

"What's the difference?"

The red-clothed underworld warrior: "..."

He originally thought that Xia Fukun would kneel down like Hua Duoduo under his pressure.

Result Nima! He suddenly felt a power in Xia Fukun that was no less than his own.

Damn it, is this guy also a red-clad underworld warrior? !

But you can’t! When did this Blood Shadow City have such a young red-clad Hades warrior?

The red warrior looked at Xia Fukun and felt that Xia Fukun must be very young. At least not as big as him! He had never heard of such a young red-clad underworld warrior!

"who are you?"

Thinking of this, the red-clothed underworld warrior frowned and asked.

"who?"

Xia Fukun was stunned for a moment. Why do people nowadays always like to ask each other who are you when they encounter difficulties? Do you want to know your identity and background?

Thinking of this, Xia Fukun hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"I am the successor of socialism."

The old man in red underworld warrior: "???"

He wanted to ask Xia Fukun what kind of strength he was, but Xia Fukun made such a sarcastic comment to him? What is the successor to socialism? ! Never heard of it, okay?

"Then what's your name?"

The old man in red was so angry that his teeth ached and he asked Xia Fukun again.

"name?"

Xia Fukun pondered for a moment.

"Otherwise you call me Red Scarf?"

The old man in red took a deep breath.

He felt that he could no longer talk to Xia Fukun! If this conversation continues, Xia Fukun will piss him off to death!

"Although you have an aura similar to that of the red underworld warrior, the rules are the rules. You can't go to the second floor of the library."

"You really can't go?"

Xia Fukun's brows were knotted. These people in the underworld were simple, but to be honest, they were a bit too rigid. Fortunately, at this time, Xia Fukun already had an idea.