Looking at the sea of army camps in the distance, Shangguan Fei’er looked at Zhou Weiqing and said: “Zhou Little Fatty, which Regiment should we join?”
Zhou Weiqing said: “It doesn’t matter which one we join, let’s just go to the closest one.”
The pair placed their Ghost Demon Horses back into their Spatial Rings, before walking towards the nearest army camp.
As they got closer, they realised that in the outskirts of each of the five hundred metre sized camp, there was a unique structure. It was round in shape, and was pretty large, almost a hundred metre in diametre, though it was extremely simple in design; just almost like a large circular rock, without even a cover. They could not see what was going on inside, but there were many soldiers entering and exiting the structure.
Instantly, Zhou Weiqing thought to himself. This should be the so called Duelling Corner!