"What do you want to do when this kid enters the martial arts arena now? He doesn't want to go to a higher-level martial arts arena, right?" a cultivator in the middle stage of the celestial immortal said with a smile.

When he said this, he felt a little incredible. It was precisely because of this that he shook his head very interestingly.

There is also no peace on the martial arts arena.

The two monks fighting were fighting in full swing, and many people were already watching. After all, watching the other party fight may bring you a little bit of insight. Even if it is not possible to bring you insight, observing the battle between the strong can remember the other party's moves.

Once there is a future conflict between the two sides, they remember such a little knowledge and may be able to save themselves at critical moments.

The growth of a monk is not only in cultivation, but also in practice.

There cannot be any gap in every aspect, otherwise it will be directly swallowed by this cannibalistic fairy world.

When you are lazy, your enemies are still working hard to practice. It is easy to set a gap between the two sides. When the fight comes, it is when your life dies.

It is precisely because of this that the practice of the swordsman in black is so hard. Many times, Liu Shu is moved by his spirit of cultivation, because this kid is like a machine that will not be tired, immersing himself in the state of cultivation at all times.

People have seven emotions and six desires.

In many cases, it is very normal to have distracting thoughts in your mind.

Even the Daluo Jinxian, who are very powerful, sometimes they will walk normally in the fairy world and disguise themselves as ordinary people.

Because this can release your own pressure.

Chen Fan seemed to never feel tired, his life was just to become stronger and practice.

The belief in his heart supports him and keeps moving forward.

Chen Fan also told himself in his heart that he could not stop on the road of cultivation no matter what.

Looking at the martial arts arena in front of him, his eyes were not fluctuating at all. Both of them were cultivators in the middle stage of the celestial immortals. Although these two guys had higher realms than him, he had never thought of any fear in his eyes.

The monk on the left is holding a pair of fist gloves, which is quite rare.

The one on the right was holding a pair of big axes, and a big axe danced in his hands. After seeing this scene, the others felt a little scared.

Just watching the battle between the two sides for a few rounds, Chen Fan felt that the one holding the big axe would definitely win.

Even though the monk with fists was at the upper hand at this moment, he still felt that the monk with a big axe would definitely give the other party a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"boom!"

The silver-white fist gloves hit the opponent's axe, and the sound from the sound made many people's ears roar. Both of them were considered good, especially in the mid-stage celestial immortal realm, they were the best in the same realm.

"I haven't seen such a high-quality battle for a long time. The strength of these two guys is pretty good. I think the boy with the gloves will win." A monk carrying a black sword said with a cold smile.

When the others saw the Black Sword, fear flashed in their eyes.

This man is quite evil in his actions, and he doesn't care about any reason. As long as he catches any opportunity, the sword in his hand will be displayed like a madman.

And this person is quite crazy. The person who is against him will most likely have no good ending.

Chen Fan saw the man carrying a black sword and looked at him at this moment. The smile in the other party's eyes was very bad, and he obviously wanted to cause trouble for him.

"Why is that guy looking at me like this? I had any conflicts with them before." Chen Fan's eyebrows jumped easily. The other party's aura was obviously too much higher than those behind these people, and it seemed that he had reached the late stage of the celestial immortal.

If this person really comes to cause trouble for him, he will indeed be a very difficult enemy to deal with.

After all, the other party's realm is already one big level ahead of him. Even if the insights he sees are very profound, he will not be able to defeat the other party.

In the face of absolute strength, the perception seems a bit redundant.

Liu Shu consciousness sensed the monk carrying the black sword, and he said in the mind of the black swordman.

"I've long noticed that this kid is paying attention to you. When you use the sword technique in your hand, the eyes in his eyes are like he has discovered some peerless treasure. I guess he knows that your swordsmanship is very advanced, so he really wants to discuss it with you."

After hearing Liu Shu's words, Chen Fan shook his head helplessly. The one who is most afraid of among the sword cultivators is this kind of sword madman.

Such people can do anything to see. As long as their swordsmanship is improved, it is very likely to be stubborn and attack the other party.

Chen Fan is willing to have too much involvement with this person. Once the other party is crazy about taking action, it will be very difficult for him to stay.

The two on the field were fighting fiercely.

The monk holding the silver-white fist gloves kept swinging the iron fist in his hand and hit the monk holding the long axe.

The other party was like a rat crossing the street, constantly escaping, as if he was no match for the monks with fists.

"I'll tell you, the boy holding the long axe won't do it, he will soon be defeated." Hei Jian had a confident smile on his face.

Another fierce punch!

The silver-white fist gloves had a thousand pounds of force, and they hit the big axe directly. The monk holding the long axe couldn't help but tremble.

That guy's brute force was indeed very great. After the powerful physical force was applied to the long axe in his hand, he found that it was very difficult for him to hold his weapons.

"You can't just fall here like this."

The monk holding the long axe had a stubborn belief in his heart, and he kept resisting.

The other party's fist still fell like a heavy rain, giving him no chance to breathe, and he could only use the long axe in his hand to resist it.

The monk holding the long axe had an excited light flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to walk out his own path fiercely, and he would never die at the hands of his enemies at the moment.

He punched out again, and the opponent waved a considerable magnitude.

"Die for me!"

The monk holding the long axe has endured himself for a long time.
Chapter completed!