Chapter 380

"naturally, it's under the ground, and there's array protection around, so you don't have to worry about collapsing. Go quickly. There's still a place in the middle. Do you really want to take advantage of the crazy devil's opponent?"

Yi Heng looks at the underground arena, which is like a Colosseum. No, the underground arena, which is several times larger than the Colosseum, slowly fades his shock.

Hearing countless people shouting and crazy, I think it's the gambler who cares so much that he replies: "yes, bet on the opponent of the madman."

"Well, you are very good, ha ha." After the fat man was sure, he went to the middle position, and he naturally followed in silence.

Sitting on the top of the position, you will start to observe the people who fight the Dharma below. This is the fighting field. Naturally, there is no restriction on the use of spiritual knowledge.

At one time, countless spiritual senses swept over him. Naturally, he also swept the whole space with his spirit consciousness.

Four hundred and fifty-one monks had the lowest accomplishments. No, there was no minimum accomplishments. All of them were full in the later period of foundation construction.

The feeling of inferiority reappears in my heart. After all, it comes from the island. Even after a year, it still can't let this feeling dissipate.

Unless, unless, one day, he becomes more powerful, just like when he is on a small island, nobody knows.

"Boom" a sound, below the two bodies suddenly separated, Ling standing in the air, opposite and looking.

At this time, he felt very comfortable. Looking down from the stands, the two men seemed to be fighting under their noses, even if they were standing in the air.

The grandstand was fifty or sixty feet away from the fighting ground below, but they were only more than ten feet high.

This kind of comfort is the comfort of watching other people's life and death struggle, and the comfort of one's own lofty feeling.

No wonder he set up this platform. He thought to himself, slowly digesting everything he saw today and enjoying the comfort of watching others live and die.

Of course, some people are more comfortable than him.

At this time, at the top of the "Dharma training building", there was a hall. Dozens of monks with obscure breath were sitting on their chairs. All of them were staring at the wall in front of them.

What makes people surprised is that there is a piece of white jade on the wall, which is about ten feet in size. On the white jade, there is a scene that two people face each other in the fighting field.

Obviously, this is the projection of everything that happened in the underground Dharma field to this place. The only regret is that there is no noisy sound in the fighting Dharma field. It is extremely quiet.

"The man in grey has been defeated. Whose is this? What's the number? " At this time, a monk suddenly opened his mouth and asked. Although the low voice was low, all the monks did not dare to ignore it.

"Lord, I'm looking for number ten." A voice sounded, with a trace of embarrassment. After all, who chose the person, who is now eliminated and asked in person by the city Lord, naturally feels a little embarrassed.

"Ha ha, master Huang, you don't have to be sad. You're just lucky. But this person is the 15th I've been looking for." A friar laughed first, then said triumphantly.

As soon as the master of the yellow family was about to retort, he heard the voice of the city Lord ring out, "well, this monk seems to have a lot of strength. Although the number 10 is lost, it's almost possible to pass the primary election in the last term. It seems that everyone is careful."

If the strength of the monks in this city is enhanced, will the strength of other cities also become stronger?

People no longer look at the jade on the wall, even if the two of the jade continue to fight together, it seems very fierce.

But since the city Lord said that the grey friar had lost, he must have lost. Naturally, there is no need to look at it again.

"We also think about this problem. News has come that not only Ziyang City, Jinyao City, Haijiang City, but also our old rival, Linjiang City, are far more powerful than before."

"Hiss..." There were countless air-conditioning sounds coming from the crowd.

"If you don't say anything else, just say our old opponent, Linjiang city. Three of them can survive the mid-term of the golden elixir with all their strength to survive. What a monster?" The city Lord sighed when he said this.

"And we are looking for people, at most two people have this strength." The city Lord saw that everyone was shocked by the opponent's strength and had to change the topic.

"One of them must be the young city Lord, and who is the other?" If Wei Fenghua was here, he would find that he was very afraid of Zhang Dongjia. At this time, he was also cautious and did not dare to go out.

The city Lord was obviously very helpful. After all, the words came from the mouth of the Deputy City Lord, and he said with a soft smile:

"ha ha, the boy who didn't mean to have this strength naturally has this strength. The other one is a loose cultivation. He came here only a year ago, but he is definitely a disciple of the gate sect to experience."

"It's true that there was such a situation before. The disciples of the gate sect had hidden their identity and name to experience here. When it happened, they took part in it as a free cultivation." Another friar immediately said.

"You Wei, I heard that you have also found many powerful monks?" Said the Lord to a monk sitting in the corner.

People can't help but turn around and look. Every time, almost everyone intentionally ignores the existence of that person, who also deliberately sits in the corner and hides himself.But in fact, in everyone's heart, that person occupies a very important position.

It was this man who began to reorganize LingMi city 30 years ago and made LingMi City prosperous. Now, the families at least make hundreds of thousands of spirit stones every day, which is the credit of this man.

It is also this person that makes LingMi City surpass Linjiang City in the big contest once every five years.

I saw the man holding a feather fan in his right hand and wearing a silk scarf on his head. If he didn't look at his accomplishments, he would think that he must be on the Yuan Ying.

But in fact, it's the real foundation.

But why can he be so calm in so many Yuan Ying friars' breath?

Is it because of the protection of the city Lord? Or is it because there is no omission?

Seeing the crowd, Gou Youwei gently patted his left hand with the feather fan. He didn't feel any constraint and embarrassment because of their eyes.

"Where are some powerful people? They are just looking for them at will. Anyway, they are all in this city. It's not me or you. It's not the same?" He said slowly.

If others see his words and expressions, I am afraid they will believe what he said, but it is the same every time. In the end, it is the people he is looking for who enter the most.

Therefore, at this time, several people despised the way in their hearts: "install, and install."

"Ha ha, that's true, but if you know it earlier, you must rest assured. You, ah, you, will hide." It seems that the city Lord only talks to him with a trace of emotion and his tone is much more relaxed.

Several friars also said, "yes, it is." In fact, what I want to say in my heart is: "it's not only hiding, but also pretending to be low-key and earning spirit stone."

Seeing people's faces, Gou Youwei didn't know what they were thinking. He had to say:

"the strength of the first three is absolutely not bad, and the fourth is not clear. The strength from the fifth to the eighth should be a little higher than that of the two just now, and the victory or defeat must be compared."

The crowd instantly showed disbelief, but they didn't know what they didn't believe. The strength of the first three was not bad, which must be believed.

Fourth, you can't see clearly. There are monks in this city who you can't see clearly?

The strength of the fifth to the eighth is a little bit higher, I'm afraid it's more than a little higher.

In a word, people have already let them know that no matter what he says, they only dare to believe half a point.

"If one of the first three you choose can reach that level, you will have a chance to win this time. Besides, there are monks who you can't see clearly among the foundation building monks?"

When gou Youwei collected the feather fan, a trace of doubt appeared on his face, saying: "sometimes I feel I have seen it clearly, sometimes I feel very vague."

"Oh? How could it be? The next scene is the fight between No. 5 and No. 4 that you are looking for. You can see it clearly this time? "

Gou Youwei said with a wry smile: "it is because he promised to fight that I will see clearly in front of me, and all become blurred."

Hearing what he said was so mysterious, they could not help looking at the jade. At this time, they saw the monk in grey clothes falling on the fighting field, motionless, as if he had died.

But the public did not agree, as usual, looking forward to even hook the second can not see the person on the stage.

The winner took off the bag from the waist of the man in grey, and with a smile, he flew to the grandstand. The corpse on the ground was not cleaned up at this time, and lay there in blood and flesh.

At this time, a figure flew out of the stands and landed on the fighting field.

"Is it him?" A friar whispered.

"Master Wang, do you know this man?" Asked the Lord.

"Yes, the city Lord, this man has a good reputation in the free practice, and his strength is fair, but his fighting method is crazy and he will never die. Many of his enemies are frightened by his desperate momentum and die in his hands."

"This is the real strength. When fighting, there are many scruples. Either you die or I live. If you don't have this brave momentum, no matter how deep your cultivation is, I'm afraid it won't be his opponent. I think this person will surprise us."

When the city Lord heard this introduction, he was greatly appreciated, and the people could not help but secretly approve of it.

The friars here, who are not rolling out from the corpse mountain in the sea of blood, naturally know the importance of bravery.

Of course, the monk here has to exclude goulaoer. He didn't climb out of the corpse mountain in the sea of blood, but from the plot. I'm afraid he won't feel this way.

As expected, Gou Laoer said with disapproval: "it's natural to be desperate, but if you meet a monk who is both desperate and calm, I'm afraid that he will die more and live less."

"You mean number four is going to be like this?"

Gou Youwei said with a wry smile: "originally I thought he was a calm man, but now I found that he was also an impulsive person. Now I don't know whether he is or not."

Yi Heng naturally does not know that some people are more comfortable than him to watch others fight for life and death, and do not know that those people are waiting for their own appearance at this time.

At this time, he looked at the bloody corpse in the arena and found again that the cruelty of LingMi city was hidden in the underground.

It's no wonder that there is a song and dance outside, and everyone is calm and cultivated to the old.If you pull the mortals here to see a few fights, I'm afraid you won't envy them to be able to cultivate immortals.

"Daoyou, confirm again, you really want to bet that man," the fat man pointed to the disorderly sky in the field with his chubby hand, "the opponent?"

"Yes, go ahead." At this time, Yi Heng remembered that he should come to his own end. He was excited. Could it be so easy to arouse a belligerent heart in this fighting Dharma field?

"Oh, come on, come on, come on, come and see. Here's a Taoist friend who's betting on Hu crazy devil's opponent. Let's hurry up." The fat man yelled and broke the slightly serious atmosphere in an instant.

Yi Heng can't cry or laugh on his face. What is the fat man thinking in his heart? Is it possible that others will follow?

In fact, the fat man himself is not sure why the man is so confident. Now look at how many people are against Hu Madman's opponents. If there are more people, they will follow suit.

But to his disappointment, many friars looked at him like an idiot, but he had to prepare his own share of the abhu madman, and Yiheng's share of the abhu madman opponent.

"The trough, one to five, is that high?" The fat man saw that the victory of abhu madman was 1:1.2, but that of his opponent was 1:5. He couldn't help but feel a little excited. What if he won?

"Who and how much?" A monk who was obviously a monk in charge of the villa called out to him when he saw that he was indecisive.

"There is no contingency. There is no contingency." He read in his heart and said to the man, "Achor is number four, two million spirit stones." First pass the spirit stone of Yi Heng to the dealer, and then take a jade card.

"Forget it. If you die, you will die. If you look at the man who is so poor that he dares to bet, will he have no confidence?" Thinking of this, he said again: "abgouyouwei No.4, three million spirit stone." He handed a storage bag and took a jade card.

When I go back, my heart shakes up and down like the fat on my body. After the three million spirit stones are taken out, there is only less than 10000 left in the storage bag. I have some regrets in my heart. Should I have less?

Back to his seat, biting his teeth, he said to Yi Heng: "I have already bet, and I also bet his opponent. I hope your confidence is based on."

Yi Heng didn't play all the time. He had to wait for him to hold the spirit stone. At this time, he turned his head and saw that the two pieces of fat on his face were iron green. He grinned: "confidence? Where can I have confidence? "

When the fat man heard this, he was very worried, as if he was going to cry out. He roared: "who is the number four? Why did you bet him? "

"Don't bet on him, but on my opponent? Number four is me, ha ha. " With a laugh, he sprang up and jumped into the arena.

"You..." The fat man saw him fly out, chubby pointed at him, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. The two pieces of fat on his face changed from iron green to pale.

Falling on the opposite side of the chaotic sky, the people on the stage saw that they finally came to an end. A wonderful life and death struggle was to be presented in front of them, and they could not help shouting.

At this time, even a monk's heart was ignited.

"The spirit and courage of Daoyou are worth remembering your name." In fact, Hu Luan Tian also knows that since the person on the opposite side has been marked for positioning No. 4, there must be no significant difference in strength. Today's war is very difficult.

"No, Zeng wants only your right hand." Yi Heng has experienced countless dangers, and even the second-order Zerg have dealt with them alone. Although he was chased to death, he almost lost his life, but his experience of facing life and death is still left.

"Zeng Daoyou has such self-confidence, that's too good. I just hope you don't let Hu down."

Random days see him still so indifferent, so big, heart out of nameless fire, but on the contrary, the tone is flat.

"I won't let you down." He found that the fat man was not just disappointed, but desperate.

"Please." Ten Zhangs away from the sky, hands arch.

"Please." Naturally, he did.

Although their voices were small, they seemed to be magnified by something, and they were all heard in the stands.

For a time, countless people were talking about it. I don't know who he is in front of Hu lunatic, but he will be so calm in the face of madness.

When he put his hands on the ground, his right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and his body suddenly disappeared in the same place. A distance of more than 10 Zhang would arrive in an instant. His right hand was punched into Yi Heng's chest.

Yi Heng immediately knows that this is to revenge today.

Take a deep breath and run the spirit liquid. Step back with your right foot and squat. Concentrate the spirit liquid on your right fist.

Hit the right fist, at the same time as if driven by the right arm, the whole right body forward.

"Boom" a huge sound, two people this no tricks, pure competition for a fist, shock the whole audience for an instant quiet.

In the field, the fists of the two men were separated as soon as their fists were touched. Their bodies slid back rapidly for five or six feet at the same time. Obviously, there was no significant difference in their accomplishments.

I think it's the same. All the monks here have been promoted to build the foundation for several years. There is no big difference in the spirit liquid in the elixir field.

Without waiting for the monks on the grandstand to talk about it, the two people below moved at the same time, and instantly intertwined together.For a moment, the two figures crisscross each other, and they fight fiercely in the fighting field.

A burst of "bang bang bang bang" once again attracted the silent monks. Even the fat man gradually sat in his body, and his eyes exuded a sense of war.

People are shocked not because of their accomplishments, but because of the unremarkable struggle.

Friars' fighting method, of course, is that the magic power is great, and it is not a monster. It depends on the body. Even if it is a demon beast, after the second level, it will refine a certain part of the body into a magic weapon, and the attack and defense will rise a lot.

However, this kind of fighting is even more dangerous. When attacking each other, the reaction time is very short, and dozens of attacks can be made in one breath.

If there is a slight carelessness, the winner or loser can be determined.

What's more, what we need to bear is the physical pain and the courage in the heart. If we retreat a little, we will have no strength to fight back.

Tea time, the stands are still very quiet, people can only hear their own heartbeat, "bang bang bang" seems to jump faster and faster.

Once again, there was no such sound as "two tea cups apart".

But when the people's spiritual consciousness was swept away, they could see that they were all in disorder and their faces were covered with blood.

Luan Tian stretched out his right index finger to wipe the blood on his face, got close to his mouth, and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood.

The smell of blood seemed to arouse his inner bravery, and his eyes began to emit a trace of blood light.

Yi Heng seems to feel no pain in general. If you look carefully, you will find that the blood on his face is not flowing out, but more like penetrating out.

This "Dragon Tiger Da RI Lian Ti Jue" really deserves its reputation. Even if it is only refined to the first level, it has already had obvious effect.

No wonder that the purple gold flying sword passed through the throat of the body refining friar that day, and there was no blood gushing out, but slowly seeping out.

But at this time, he still admired the disorderly sky. Judging from the blood gushing from his face, he certainly did not practice body refining.

At this time must be extremely painful, but look at him like this, not only did not shrink back, but also more brave.

It's just that he has never been afraid to fight a monk since he fought with the second class Zerg.

Whether it's hand to hand or fight, it's far from enough to make him afraid.