Chapter 862

But he felt it carefully, but it was not a real prefecture level flesh body. He just touched the threshold of prefecture level flesh body. There were a few threads of breath, which made me have an illusion in an instant.

What is the prefecture level body? It is equal to the great perfection of the flesh. If ye Jing is a real prefecture level flesh, what can he do? Still reduced to fighting with people here and becoming a plaything for dignitaries?

However, Ye Jing is indeed a human flesh body. Undoubtedly, he has the strength to destroy the congenital six fold.

This alone is enough to judge that Ye Jing has the body refining classic!

I endured my excitement and sat down slowly again. Unexpectedly, I had no place to find. It took no effort. I was hit by luck and met Ye Jing.

Back then, in the bloody trials of the three aristocratic families, Ye Jing was my biggest opponent at that time. He had great strength in land and capital and was infinitely close to congenital, which caught me by surprise.

In addition, I can clearly see the broken things of Ye Jing and Fang Yi in the lake before. This guy is a second man.

I didn't expect that time would never return. In the blink of an eye, it had been several years. After Ye Jing was expelled from Ye's house, he was reduced to this situation. The scars all over his body obviously suffered a lot.

Steady my mind, I sat at ease and began to watch the fight tonight. I was very curious about how powerful Ye Jing is now.

At this moment, the audience looked excited and shouted one by one to cheer for the people who bet on them.

"Isn't this Ye Jing from the Ye family before?"

"I didn't expect him to be so powerful, but he's finished. Even he doesn't know how high his odds are now. Everyone expects him to lose. It's best to die here."

"The last one took a big advantage in the wheel battle of nine people. I'm sure Ye Jing can't last."

In a loud voice, nine people came out of the backstage and sat next to the huge challenge arena one after another. It seemed that the organizer did it deliberately and didn't want to waste time because of the appearance of nine people.

Ye Jing stood at the corner of the challenge arena, his face stretched and his hands rubbed.

The host walked down the challenge arena with a microphone and said, "the game is about to begin. The rules must be very clear. If you die, you are dead. Here, only living is the real winner. The strength is very close and fair. They are all about congenital seven weights. There is no referee. Next, let's invite Feng Xu, the first opponent."

As soon as he blurted out his words, on the seat of the nine people, a middle-aged strong man immediately got up, stepped onto the platform, looked at Ye Jing with disdain and sneered: "Ye Jing, it's a pity to meet me Feng Xu. Give up resistance. Next, I will replace you and meet the eight people behind until I become a hot spot in gambling! Even by some big people. "

Ye Jingxiang's temperament changed greatly, and his expression became more and more indifferent and silent.

With the ringing of the bell, Feng Xu took the lead, condensed his Qi finger with one hand and hit it in a flash, "Ye Jing, you can pretend too much. Now everyone expects you to die here. Do you know how much interest some people have lost because of your appearance?"

"My heart is dead, so why fear life and death." Ye Jing suddenly opened his mouth, like a walking corpse without any emotion. At the moment when Feng Xu's Qi finger attacked, he didn't move, as if indestructible.

With a bang, Ye Jing was unharmed. Feng Xu was completely stunned, "it's impossible! What kind of body are you? Your flesh is better than the game I watched the other day! "

"All you need to know is that I've never killed anyone." Ye Jing grabbed Feng Xu's finger in a twinkling of an eye, broke it forcibly, and then kicked his big foot out.

Whoosh~

Feng Xu became a ball on the spot. He was kicked by Ye Jing and flew more than ten meters away. He hit the wall and broke his muscles and bones. The whole person was half dead.

One move to win!

There was an uproar.

"Damn it, the leaf view has become stronger again."

"Shit, what made his flesh body? It's so strange. Even Feng Xu, who was born seven times, failed in seconds."

"Don't worry, there are eight people behind. Ye Jing just wants to save some energy. After all, the strength of the last person is quite difficult."

The host looked at Feng Xu in a daze. After half a ring, he came back and said under the stage: "in the first scene, Feng Xu lost his resistance, ye Jingsheng came out. Next, please come to the second place, Rao Chan."

I have been sitting in the audience, holding my chin and silently watching Ye Jing, thinking that Ye Jing is very talented and can practice to human flesh.

Soon, Ye Jing fought against the enemy one after another, often with one move to defeat the enemy.

Second, third, Fourth

Until the eighth person was defeated, many spectators were furious and shouted abuse in the audience.

"Ye Jing, you son of a bitch, will you admit defeat? Do you know how much I lost? "

"Money is not a problem. I still have some good pills."

"Damn it, Ye Jing is a popular man held by the organizers. We can make money for them. It's too difficult for us to turn the table. We can only look at the last person. It's said that he comes from Japan and is a congenital eight fold!"

I looked away and found the nine seats. At the moment, there was only a middle-aged man with a moustache, a Japanese suit and an unsheathed samurai sword.

After the eighth man was defeated, the middle-aged Japanese yelled baga and suddenly pulled out his knife to the stage. His internal Qi was mixed with the blade, which was extremely sharp.

"Die!" The Japanese middle-aged man cut it with a knife and exposed the killing opportunity.

Ye Jing became dignified for a moment. He didn't dare to shake the knife, and involuntarily stepped back.

I narrowed my eyes and scolded. Ye Jing didn't use internal Qi from beginning to end. Shouldn't it be a human flesh body, but the cultivation of internal Qi lags behind? If Japan's middle-aged cultivation surpasses Ye Jing's physical strength, he will die tonight.

Because according to my observation, Ye Jing's physical strength should match the congenital Qizhong peak, and the middle-aged Japanese is stable in the congenital Bazhong.

Sure enough, Ye Jing began to retreat. He was constantly suppressed by the middle-aged Japanese and cut black and blue.

Seeing ye Jing defeated, the atmosphere in the audience reached the extreme, and countless figures were cheering.

"Hahaha, I finally lost."

"The odds of losing without dying are high."

"Mr. Yamamoto, do your best. It's boring for you to flirt with Ye Jing like this."

The middle-aged Japanese, known as Yamamoto Jun, raised his mouth with a sneer, quickly waved the blade, took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands and cut from top to bottom.

In a short time, a two foot high triple Qi blade rushed out, as if it would kill.

"You dignitaries arranged a congenital eight fold to deal with me. It seems that you really want me to die. It's ridiculous. It turns out that no matter how hard I try, I'm just a victim between the organizers and dignitaries." Ye Jing was shocked and bit his teeth. He couldn't break the move at all. He had to keep retreating.

Unfortunately, the triple Qi blade is too fast, and Ye Jing has retreated.

At this moment, I sat in my original position, flicked my fingers and collapsed the gas blade. I was accidentally mixed with a trace of pressure, which made the middle-aged Japanese unable to bear it. I fell to the ground on the spot and spewed blood unconscious.

"This..." Ye Jing paused, shocked and began to look left and right.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

"Yamamoto lost?"

"Ye Jing won again. He must have used some strange trick. He not only cracked the Qi blade, but also ate Yamamoto Jun, damn it."