"Yilin Shuai is not this kind of person! No matter what the purpose is, it is impossible to sacrifice so many red scorpions!"
Wei Potian's expression was solemn, and his usual frivolity was gone. Looking at Qianye's excited and determined expression, he just patted his shoulder and did not continue to speak.
Qianye was at a loss, and even he was unwilling to face the confusion. In his memory, Lin Xitang was definitely not the kind of person who would betray his subordinates for a little profit. If he could be so ruthless, he would not be dragged away.
Into the mire of rebellion in Western Xinjiang.
Qianye couldn't believe that that man would do such a thing! It was Lin Xitang who took him away from the garbage dump. What Qianye got was not only a new life, but also a goal in life. Qianye's hard work and efforts are all
It is so that one day I can stand in front of that man and let him know that I have lived up to his expectations.
Even in the most difficult days after being contaminated by the blood of darkness, Qianye still held on to every faint hope to survive, because the life that man gave him was too important to give up easily. But if, if Wei Potian's
If there is even the slightest possibility of guessing, then all his perseverance and struggle in the past will become meaningless!
Wei Potian reached out and held Qianye's arm tightly, "Xiaoye, forget those things, you can't go back!"
Qianye didn't expect the rough and straightforward Wei Potian to say this, and couldn't help but be stunned. His thoughts were now confused and slow. After a while, he asked: "I am the only survivor of that battle, right?"
"In fact, in the eyes of the empire, you have been killed long ago."
That night, Qianye couldn't sleep at all. He finally got up to practice and mastered the state of golden blood running independently in the body. Since Manager Wen believed that his body's abnormal performance came from the dawn of dawn, he would make good use of this misunderstanding.
Early the next morning, the fighting arena competition was held in the martial arts field at the back of Weiguo Gongyuan. The huge martial arts field was divided into dozens of venues, and the competition could be held at the same time.
There are hundreds of people who have signed up for the competition, and the vast majority of them are children of the noble clan. The first three rounds are a knockout and a round competition, and they are completed within one day, which means that each qualifying person has to defeat several opponents. Like Qiqi.
The children of the aristocratic family will not enter the field until the fourth round tomorrow. Zhao Junhong and Song Zining will only enter the field in the fifth round, and they can choose which opponent they will face.
Different from the actual hunting ground battles where aristocratic families form teams, the fighting competition is the stage where the nobles can really stand out. Not to mention other things, the highest reward of the fighting competition is a level 5 customized version of the force gun, so maybe
It is the strongest weapon a noble family can get!
With the word tailor-made, it is not limited to the level of the Force gun. In the hands of some people with special talents, a level 5 gun that can give full play to their talents may have a final power that is less than that of an ordinary level 6 gun.
Above the level force gun.
Zhao Junhong's iconic Silver Wing Fantasy is a customized version of the fifth-level gun. As one of the fourth sons of the new generation of the Zhao family, he also uses a fifth-level customized gun. This shows how tempting the grand prize in the fighting competition is.
In addition to those generous rewards, this is also a ladder for nobles to ascend to the sky. Duke Wei and his distinguished guests will be present to watch the battle. This is a more intuitive display of personal strength and talent than actual combat in the hunting grounds. No contestant has outstanding performance.
Exceptions will be eagerly recruited by aristocratic families. Therefore, every noble disciple attaches great importance to this competition and puts all his effort into it.
Qianye felt the atmosphere of high fighting spirit as soon as he arrived at the arena. On one side of the martial arts arena, the contestants lined up in a long line and were receiving their number plates. The first three rounds were completely determined by drawing lots to determine the order of the battle.
Maybe two powerful warriors will be assigned together in the first round. This happens every spring hunting.
Duke Wei will not take any measures to avoid this situation. In the empire's concept, luck is also a part of strength. If you have a strong heart that wants to reach the top, then you must crush all opponents in the way.
courage.
Qianye lined up in the queue, slowly moved forward, and then received a number plate of his own: No. 163.
A huge virtual light screen rose up on one side of the martial arts arena, showing all the fighting arenas. Then pairs of numbers began to appear in each fighting arena, which was the battle list that was about to begin.
Qianye found his number on it, and then walked to the No. 20 Fighting Arena.
A bald man stood in front of Qianye. He had a thick beard and a pair of strange blue-gray eyes. His burly body was almost two or three times bigger than Qianye, and his arms alone were bigger than Qianye's.
The thighs are even thicker.
The big man showed a malicious smile, looked Qianye up and down, and said, "I know you, the boy who plays with guns. I heard that you used an eagle to kill the Second Young Master Zhao's team? This is indeed amazing.
But this is an arena, we have to use our fists to resolve the battle, you can’t use your gun."
The big man moved his hands, his joints kept making crackling sounds, and then he started running around Qianye. As he walked, he said: "I have always hated snipers, very, very much! Do you know why? Because I think those guys
It’s all nothing
Asshole cowards only dare to hide in the darkest corners and use bullets to kill opponents from a distance. They only need to have the power to move their fingers, so each of them looks like a lean monkey, or looks like a
Girl! Yes, that’s what you are like!”
Qianye's eyes were lowered, and his legs were slightly apart at shoulder level. This was the most basic stance in military fighting skills. He didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear what the big man was saying at all.
"Boy, when the game starts later, I will smash your beautiful face with a punch! So you'd better admit defeat quickly, lest I can't hold back!"
Qianye still stood quietly, like a statue.
At this time, waves of low and desolate horn sounds sounded over the martial arts arena, which was a sign of the start of the fighting match.
Qianye's eyes suddenly opened, and the aura around him suddenly rose, rising higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye it surged like a furious wave!
The bald man had already set up a diagonal lunge and was about to punch. At this moment, he seemed to be suddenly stunned, his mouth wide open, and his hands stopped unexpectedly! A huge wave of force that seemed to cover the sky and the sun appeared in front of him.
It was shot head-on unstoppably!
The experienced man suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he was intimidated by his opponent's momentum! He let out a strange scream, accelerated his fist speed, and hit Qianye on the head!
However, the big man had lost his chance. This punch was thrown hastily to break through Qianye's momentum. It was strong enough but not varied enough. He saw that Qianye's martial arts were martial arts in the military, and he was already prepared to be attacked by taking advantage of the opportunity.
I've thought about my next attack move.
However, Qianye exhaled loudly, used his strength to punch, and actually punched out exactly the same, and he punched the big man solidly!
The big man's face suddenly became like a kaleidoscope, with countless expressions appearing at the same time. It was unclear whether they were frightened, fearful or worried. And his arms suddenly made a clicking sound and were twisted out of shape.
As a result of the fist fight, the big man's arm was completely disabled!
Qianye flew up with a kick and kicked the big man hard in the stomach! This kick sent the big man flying into the air, but it stuck to Qianye's military boots strangely and did not fly out of the fighting arena instantly.
Those who know how to do it will immediately know that Qianye's kick is too powerful, and it comes back suddenly and quickly, leaving no room for the opponent to use the force to retreat. He can only bear the power of this kick firmly.
.
Qianye retracted his legs, and the big man paused in the air for a moment, then fell to the ground with a thud, landing on his face. There was a muffled sound, and more than ten teeth were scattered in the blood on the ground.
"I'm sorry, you were a little slow to admit defeat, so I couldn't stop." Qianye said calmly.
The big man could only cry out in pain. After the battle started, he was defeated by Qianye almost in an instant with overwhelming force. Where could he have any room to speak?
Two private guards of Duke Wei came over and carried the bald man down.
Qianye looked at the fighting arenas in front, back, left and right, and most of them were when fierce battles were in full swing.
Most of the noble clansmen who dared to participate in this kind of wheel battle were very powerful, so there were quite a lot of evenly matched battles. Blood began to be seen in many fighting arenas, and even two lives were lost. In contrast, the bald man who fell at Qianye's hands
The injury was relatively minor, but the loss was really ugly. I will probably be laughed at for a long time when I go out for a walk in the future.
Qianye slowly walked to the side of the fighting ring, and was just trying to find a place to rest. Suddenly, there were several rounds of applause from the side, and someone praised: "Good fight!"
He looked up and saw Zhao Junhong standing on the sidelines. He didn't know how long he had been here.
Qianye smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Second Young Master Zhao, for your compliment."
Zhao Junhong seemed not to have heard the slight sarcasm in Qianye's words, and said: "This is interesting, so as not to miss me. I will wait for you in the decisive battle. If you can win, then I will
The prize in the Spring Hunt will be yours."
Qianye smiled again, this time a little more sincere, "Then first thank you, Second Young Master Zhao, for your generosity."
Zhao Junhong said calmly: "Let's wait until you have the ability to see me."
Groups of warriors continued to enter the fighting arena, and then won or lost, and then kept leaving. Some people turned into corpses forever in the fighting arena. Every narrow upward staircase was no better than the black flow of the Evernight Continent.
The bloody battles of the city were kinder.
Finally, the first round of fighting was over, and Qianye faced his second opponent, a pretty sweet-looking noble girl. She stood in front of Qianye, her beautiful eyes wide open in anticipation, as if she could speak.
His big eyes kept looking at Qianye.
"You are beautiful!" she said suddenly.
"Thank you." Qianye replied calmly.
"My name is Xie Yumiao, can you please give me a moment?"
"not good."
Qianye's cold answer made her eyes suddenly turn red, as if she had been greatly wronged. She stood there a little timidly, just lowering her head and fiddling with the corners of her clothes. She didn't look like someone coming to the fighting arena at all.
She looks like a cardamom girl raised in a boudoir.
The horn sounded again, and Qianye's momentum increased again, and in the blink of an eye it was like a roaring sea wave. He arrived in front of Xie Yumiao in a few steps, and punched him in the chest.
Xie Yumiao seemed to be frightened, and did not dodge at all. Instead, she raised her tall breasts and faced Qianye's fist. With this movement, she almost pushed all of her amazingly full breasts out of her clothes, and even caused the spectators nearby to watch the fight.
The two young noblemen saw their blood boiling and their faces flushed.