"Look at it from a distance."

After a long time, Lu Fengqi spoke.

After hearing his tone, An Bochen felt something was wrong. Sure enough, Lu Feng said in a rare and deep tone: "With our current skills, it may be difficult to defeat him."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen took a breath of cold air.

"But..." Lu Fengqi continued: "It is not that difficult to kill him. What the fighters are proficient in is only the fighting skills in the field within a radius of ten miles. Fighting is not killing enemies."

"What you mean is that under the order of the arena, we cannot defeat him. Without the constraints of rules and regulations, we can kill him." An Bochen nodded and pondered: "It seems that the emperor-level fighting slave, that is, the fighting slave in the real fairyland, is not as difficult as imagined."

"You are wrong." Lu Fengqi interrupted An Bochen mercilessly: "When you meet a level slave like Yuetian Zhan, unless you use all your strength to kill him at the beginning without any restraint, you will drag it to the future and fall into his mind the more you go."

"How to say it?" asked An Bochen.

"Because their skills have reached the point of impeccable, their reaction ability is almost equivalent to habits. Every breath, every movement and stillness is ready to fight immediately. To be honest, although our Dakuang's tigers and wolves are brave and unique in Taoism, they are not fighting every day, and there is still a big gap compared to the powerful fighter slaves." Lu Fengqi said.

"But it's okay." Lu Fengqi smiled coldly and then said, "These fighting slaves are all from immortal slaves from all over the world. No matter what, our great Kuang military generals have a much better foundation than other fighting slaves, so they should all live well and maybe they can still make a name for themselves."

"Step ahead?"

An Bochen glanced at Lu Feng with a joking voice.

Lu Fengqi also felt abrupt, so he withdrew his gaze and sat down cross-legged.

The area where the two are located is a dense forest outside the school ground, about three or four miles in a radius, with streams and hillsides, which are specially used to select fighting slaves from new immortal slaves. Even immortal gods and demons, they cannot have melee fighting skills, and not everyone is qualified to become fighting slaves. Therefore, every time a new immortal slave arrives, they will always be filled with food and drink and accumulate vitality, and then throw them into the outer dense forest. This dense forest has formations and restrictions, prohibiting the use of Taoism, magic weapons, etc., and even cut off the source power. All they can use is physical strength and close combat skills.

In this way, it is almost equivalent to pulling the immortal slaves to the same level. Those with high realm certainly have the advantages of mystery and Taoism than those with low realm, and their physical strength is much stronger, but after all, immortals are used to using Taoism. After a hundred years and a thousand years, they have been able to use their physical strength again, which is really pushing them into the fire pit.

In comparison, An Bochen and Lu Fengqi were much better.

With their true fairyland cultivation, although they can break the ban and obtain the source of heaven and earth, how could they reveal their identities at will? As the founder of Martial Arts Xuan Ao, neither An Bochen nor Lu Fengqi have ever given up the skills of melee fighting. Among the nearly thousands of Douslaves on the periphery, the two of them were able to be described as freehand paintings with Li Xian, and no one could stop them.

"I have heard people say that the source of strength is fate, will, and skills. The one I paid the least attention to at that time was skills, but I did not expect that today, it became the only power I could use."

As An Bochen spoke, ten feathered arrows were as fast as meteors, forming a siege and attacking An Bochen.

Then he saw An Bochen calmly stomping his toes, and ten leaves flew up toward the ten feather arrows. The leaves were light and slow, extremely fragile. Even so, when the ten feather arrows were approaching An Bochen, they were cut into two pieces, and then turned into powder and sprinkled on the gurgling stream.

"Hmph, let's go!"

The woman's voice with hatred came from afar, gradually becoming lighter, but the sneak attacker had gone away.

"It's her again. Amberchen, you have a good relationship with women." Lu Fengqi glanced at the group of people running away and said.

When An Bochen heard this, he smiled and knew that Lu Fengqi meant Lizhu.

During these seven days, although An Bochen and Lu Fengqi participated in the newcomer trial with nearly a thousand Dounu, they would always sneak out of the school every day. Over time, they would occasionally talk about the past. An Bochen especially remembered Lu Fengqi, whom he saw in Lizhu's dream that year, so he mentioned Lizhu's entry into the Yuanjing Sect with Lu Fengqi. Sure enough, Lu Fengqi showed an unnatural expression and was still thinking about it.

"It's just a little better than you." An Bochen soldier came to block the water and covered the soil, and joked: "If you weren't always cold and smiled more, why worry..."

Before Amberchen finished speaking, he was stopped by Lu Feng's cold eyes.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the forest, but Li Xian, who was dressed in a mess, got out of the forest, sat down to the ground, gasped and shouted.

"Oh my God, when I first came back, I met the girl named Wang again, and almost shot through my heart with an arrow!"

As he said that, Li Xian looked at An Bochen with resentful eyes and said quietly: "Sir An, that girl has relied on you to death all over her brother, and I hate you."

Li Xian was talking about the girl of the Chifang Tianwang clan who came on the same boat. She just shot an arrow and sneaked into An Bochen but failed and left with hatred.

The matter has to start with getting off the boat seven days ago.

After the brothers and sisters of Chifang Tianwang woke up, they found that they had become prisoners, so they were naturally unwilling to accept it. The young man who claimed to be the surname Wang even cursed. At this moment, Lu Fengqi secretly attacked Yang Gong. However, in everyone's eyes, it was the moment when the young man from Wang came into contact with Yang Gong, Yang Gong died suddenly.

Therefore, before the young man of Wang came to his senses, he was killed on the shore by Mr. Pi and Fang Hou.

The death of Yang Gong eventually became a unsolved case. Naturally, no one would care about the death of the young man Wang, who had become an immortal slave, except for the almost collapsed girl.

When her tears washed away the dark ink, she became bright and beautiful, and the pear blossoms were covered with rain, making her look even more charming.

From the moment her brother died, she regarded Amber Chen as her mortal enemy. After she arrived at the school ground, she quickly gathered a group of people with her appearance, gained a foothold on the outside of the school ground, and attacked Amber Chen from time to time, but she never had the chance to succeed.

"Brother Lu, I have a wrongdoing and a debtor. I don't want to take the blame for you for nothing." An Bochen said.

"You can always deal with women." Lu Fengqi played the rogue.

Li Xian was already breathing at this time. He raised his hand and interrupted the two of them, saying, "You ask me to be a scout. Sure enough, I found that those large forces have begun to join forces, as if they are for us. Master An, don't you often say that wood is so beautiful than Lin Feng, why is it so popular in this school trial this time?"

Although Li Xian was asking questions curiously, he still felt a little joy in his words, looking like he was full of prosperity.

Among the nearly 1,000 immortal slaves, only more than 200 fighting slaves will be selected, and the rest will be used as slaves, either staying in the Yongta school, or taking them out for business. Anyone who becomes a slave will be abolished from practicing, become a true mortal, and live in pain for the rest of his life.

There are only two options left in the future, to become a slave who is unable to enjoy himself day and night, or to become a slave without cultivation. Anyone will choose the former. Therefore, during the seven-day period, the lieutenant colonel fought fiercely, and at least dozens of immortals died every day. The remaining people gradually began to form forces, with two hundred large forces and dozens of small strength. For example, An Bochen, Lu Fengqi and Li Xian had only three small groups, and this was the only one outside the school field. But it was the three of them who defeated ten large and small forces one after another in the seven days, which shocked the immortal slaves.

"Li Xian, do you think they can really succeed?" An Bochen asked in Li Xian's eyes.

"Of course not." Li Xian laughed and shook his head, "With Master An and Senior Lu, even if they all come, it will not pose a threat."

"Amber Chen is not referring to this." Lu Fengqi glanced at Li Xian and sneered: "What he meant is that that group of waste can really unite and only deal with us?"

"This..." Li Xian was stunned for a moment, and showed a sudden look: "Yes, selecting two hundred people from a thousand people, the three of us are not enemies at all to them. Their real enemy is the rest of the forces besides their own forces."

"You understand. The reason they created such an illusion for you is that they need a common contradiction to deceive each other and conceal their hostility to each other." An Bochen smiled and said, "In addition, there is also that woman who fanned the flames from it. As for you to ask me, why do you want to show off... Li Xian, remember one thing, there is never a way of living in this world that sticks to the old rules. Water in the extreme north in winter, ice, and warm in the stream in summer.

The swallowed spring was a swamp in the southern desert of Dakuang, and at the height of the sky, it was rain or snow. Although I was invisible in the past and was extremely low-key, now this is Tongtian Village and Dounu School Field. There is only one order here, that is, power. Even if I endure it, I will be discovered sooner or later. Why not soar into the sky and attract the attention of the big people in the school field, be promoted to the king level or even the emperor level, and enter the five town school field to compete as soon as possible to find the tigers and wolves scattered here in Dakuang."

Li Xian was furious and nodded repeatedly. Every time he talked to Master An, he could learn a lot and benefit a lot.

"The most important thing is." An Bochen turned his tone and looked at Lu Fengqi with a wry smile: "With this guy here, even if I want to keep a low profile and endure it, I can't do it."

"Is this the most critical reason..." Li Xian's admiration that had just risen suddenly weakened a lot and said embarrassedly.

It was rare. This time, Lu Fengqi didn't say anything. He seemed to suddenly think of something, staring at the stream not far away, frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked An Bochen.

"I suddenly thought of something that should be the place we missed." Lu Fengqi let out a long sigh and turned to An Bochen and said, "In theory, the emperor-level Douslaves are real fairylands, and there are many in Tongtian Village. However, why do the existence of the True Fairyland stay in the school field as Douslaves? Do they can't go out, or do they want to leave? If it were the former, why can we enter and exit at will without being noticed by the owner of the school field?"
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