To the south of Liuyun Kingdom, there was an endless stream of people because there were two luxurious buildings here, one was an auction house and the other was a martial arts arena.
As the name suggests, the auction collects some rare items and sells them, and the highest bidder gets it. No one dares to vent loudly here, and no one dares to offend easily, because the owner behind this is the Beihan family, a large family in the Canglong Empire!
The auction house was quiet. Completely opposite to him was the fighting arena. There were more than a dozen battles of various sizes here every day, and new corpses were dragged out from here every day.
The martial arts arena is definitely the most cruel place. If you come to the end of your life, then coming to the martial arts arena may be a new beginning, because every time you bet on a game, you will win a lot of wealth.
As for some warriors who are unwilling to be lonely, you can come here, because here you can gain fame. When you reach the gold medal level of the Martial Arts Hall, every family will offer you an olive branch. Of course, you can also choose to stay in the Martial Arts Hall.
"Is this the martial arts hall?"
In front of the luxurious building, three people came to the door. One was tall and powerful, the other was slender and slender with a sword across his back, imposing. The other was graceful and very attractive! They were none other than Feng Batian.
, Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xianer.
Feng Batian nodded lightly, turned to look at Zhang Fan and said, "Are you really sure?"
"OK." Zhang Fan nodded firmly, with a chilling look in his eyes.
"Okay." Feng Batian glanced at Ouyang Xian'er who was biting his lips and finally said, "Then let's go."
After saying that, Feng Batian took the lead and walked inside.
Gently holding Ouyang Xian'er's slightly trembling little hand, she followed closely.
As soon as I stepped through the door, the sound of lively noise could be heard.
As the words rippled in his ears, Zhang Fan's calm expression moved slightly and his body trembled slightly.
He was not afraid, but excited. There was no doubt that the chill in his bones was completely ignited, and the purple light in his pupils was like a burning flame.
Feng Batian led the two of them directly to the door of a separate room. He knocked lightly and there was no response. He frowned slightly. Feng Batian opened the door and walked in.
Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xian'er also followed in. Once inside, their eyes fell on the right side.
I saw a middle-aged man leaning inside, a woman with an attractive figure sitting in his arms, and a big hand moving up and down the woman's body.
"Ah!" When Ouyang Xian'er saw this scene, her face suddenly turned red and she lowered her head.
"Who?" A slightly cold voice sounded. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked towards the three of them. He glanced at Ouyang Xian'er and narrowed his eyes slightly. He moved again, with a surprised look on his face and a look of chill in his eyes.
The angry black eyes were looking at him, which was fine, but the problem was that he was an extremely young man.
When his last gaze fell on Feng Batian, his expression changed again, his whole body trembled slightly, he patted the woman in his arms and said, "You go out first."
"Yes." The woman glanced at the man charmingly, turned around and walked outside.
After the woman left, the middle-aged man stood up, his eyes flickering slightly. He probably wouldn't be afraid of anyone in the Liuyun Empire, but this Feng Batian was the only one.
The patriarch of a family, but he still knows a little about his true identity, and the most important thing is Feng Batian's strength. He took a deep breath, and his expression changed slightly: "Does the Feng family have anything to do with me?"
The middle-aged man's expression was so humble that Zhang Fan couldn't help but be taken aback.
"Sign up for the Martial Arts Hall." Feng Batian looked cold and his voice was even more indifferent.
"Sign up?" The man was stunned for a moment. If Feng Batian participated, then no one who signed up for the martial arts hall would be an opponent. This would cause the entire martial arts hall to lose its original balance.
Could it be that Feng Batian feels too comfortable and is looking for excitement? But there is no need to come to him to find this excitement!
A bitter smile appeared, because the most powerful being in the Martial Arts Hall was only the seventh-grade Martial King.
The man's expression was naturally noticed by Feng Batian, and he said directly: "It's not me, it's my son."
"Uh?" The man was stunned, and his eyes fell on Zhang Fan, with a strange expression. From what he knew, Feng Batian's son seemed to be a loser, right? Feng Batian let a loser participate in a martial arts fight?
Did you push your son into the fire pit? You must know that in this land of sofas, one may lose his life if he is not careful.
"Why not?" Feng Batian frowned and looked at the man with his eyes.
The man's heart trembled, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Yes, of course, but has Master Feng really decided? Your son's strength is a bit low, and our place is extremely dangerous..."
"Hmph." Feng Batian snorted coldly, his eyes piercing with coldness, and he said, "No one can change my decision."
"Yes! Yes!" The man smiled bitterly: "Then when will you sign up?"
"Now." Feng Batian paused slightly and said directly: "It's best to arrange a battle today."
"Okay, but where is your master?" The man nodded and asked in confusion.
"I am!" Zhang Fan walked out at this time, his black eyes falling on the man.
"Uh?" The man was stunned again, and a turmoil stirred up in his heart. Is this man Feng Ling that good-for-nothing? It was really hard for him to imagine that the killing aura in his black eyes was not possessed out of thin air. He must have been there after many killings.
It has been experienced through infinite life and death.
But Feng Ling? Has this loser experienced anything? Has he not received any information? At this time, he really wants to kill the person who investigated and found out that Feng Batian’s son is a loser. How can he be a loser? He is obviously a god.
What a talented person.
But he also let out a breath. He originally planned to make arrangements, but now it is obvious that this is not necessary.
"Do you know the rules of the Martial Arts Hall?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Fan with interest and said.
"I know." Zhang Fan nodded slightly, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth: "That means there are no rules!"
The middle-aged man trembled slightly. In Zhang Fan's simple words, he felt a sense of bloodthirst. The image at this time was so different from what he knew, and he was stunned for a moment.
Liangjiu said: "Let me tell you the level rules. There are preliminary warriors, yellow card warriors, blue card warriors, purple card warriors, and gold medal warriors. If you want to upgrade, you must have experienced ten battles. The preliminary warriors are very simple, win one
You can upgrade to a yellow card warrior by participating in the competition. In addition, each warrior can compete up to three times a day, and will receive corresponding rewards for each victory. Do you have any objections, little brother?"
"No, arrange a game for me." When Zhang Fan said this, his expression showed a hint of urgency.
The middle-aged man was slightly shocked in his heart again. At this time, he had a feeling that maybe it was not Feng Batian who asked him to come, but it was him who asked for it, otherwise Zhang Fan would never behave as he did at this time.
Nodding heavily, the middle-aged man said: "You guys wait here for a moment, I will go out and make arrangements now!"
After saying this, the middle-aged man looked at Feng Batian, nodded slightly, and walked out directly.
Feng Batian's eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said: "Is the last chance confirmed?"
"There is no choice!" Zhang Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Feng Batian and said: "If we don't fight now, when will we fight? There will be no cowards in the Feng family!"
Feng Batian nodded heavily, patted Zhang Fan's shoulder gently and said, "Yes, there will be no cowards in the Feng family."
When saying this, Feng Batian seemed to be talking to himself again.
About twenty minutes later, the middle-aged man came back, looked at Feng Batian and said, "Master Feng, please come with me." He then walked outside again.
Feng Batian nodded and walked outside with Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xian'er.
At this time, Ouyang Xian'er looked a little nervous, and her heart was tightened even more.
Perhaps sensing Ouyang Xian'er's emotions, Zhang Fan couldn't help but hold her little hand and cast a reassuring look at her.
As the distance got closer and closer, the noise became louder and louder, Zhang Fan's heartbeat accelerated again, and the blood type in his bones instantly ignited again.
When following the man out of an iron gate, the field of view instantly broadened. The first thing that came into view was rows of circular shapes surrounding a huge venue. The seats were full of people, and there was a lot of noise.
It is from the mouths of these people.
The hot-blooded molecules were burning. Zhang Fan's eyes fell on the center of the huge venue again, where there was a huge round platform. Two men were standing on the round platform, fighting. The scene was full of
The blood type and intensity.
Brilliant light of energy, strange martial spirit.
Zhang Fan's fists clenched automatically, and his eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit.
"You're in the next game." At this time, the middle man's eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said directly.
Nodding, Zhang Fan said again: "I have three battles today." He stopped talking and his eyes fell on the battlefield again.
On the round platform, one of the men's physical strength was obviously weak, and the rioting energy in his body also became weaker.
"Go to hell." There was a loud shout, and the huge knife in the hand of another man burst out with dazzling light. The sound of falling to the ground was heard, the man's body softened, and the man's knife directly pierced the man's body.
"Okay...!" There were voices of surprise and curses all around.
Zhang Fan's body was trembling, this was the feeling.
"Let's go." The middle-aged man looked at Feng Batian and walked towards a place.
The middle-aged man first arranged a seat for Feng Batian and Ouyang Xian'er, and then took Zhang Fan to a dimly lit hall.
There are many people in the hall, some are stroking the knife gently, some are sitting upright, it is quiet, the atmosphere is strange, and it also smells of killing people.