Zi Chen's eyes became colder and colder. He had guessed the whole story.
The young man who got the biggest golden bell, like Piccolo, also wanted to know what he got in it, so he came up with this story.
It's just that the other party was more cautious, or cunning, and did not take the initiative. Instead, he chose such a roundabout method and finally forced himself to take action.
Whoosh!
Alva came to the ring. He seemed to have recovered a lot from his serious injury. He reached out and gave Zi Chen a hammer and said with admiration: "Awesome! You gave us a bad breath!"
Zi Chen was a little dumbfounded. If the other party knew the truth, he didn't know what he would think.
The brothers from the Qian family also came over and thanked Zi Chen.
Looking at the three sincere people, Zi Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Perhaps you three were implicated by me."
The three of them were startled when they heard the sound, but they soon understood what Zi Chen meant, and then they laughed bitterly.
"Although we were taken advantage of, we couldn't hold our breath and deliberately jumped into the pit. We can't blame you!"
Alva clenched his fists, "It's also because of our low strength. If we had Zi Chen's level of fighting power, even if they come here to cause trouble, we can still beat them to pieces!"
The Qianjia brothers also nodded. They were impulsive, but the main reason was their low strength.
"Know that your strength is low, then practice hard."
Helen walked over and said, "No one paid attention to us before, so everyone lost the spirit of cultivation. Now we are encountering life and death crises one after another. If we don't stay vigilant, we will have to wait for death next time."
Everyone nodded. They all understood the law of the jungle and the strong. They had always been the strong ones all the way to this point.
It's just that there are strong people besides the strong, and now they have become the weak ones.
In the past, Heping City was peaceful and there were no disputes. However, recently, it has become less peaceful.
"Everyone goes back to practice, Zi Chen, you too. It's better to go out less often these days. I don't believe that trouble can come from staying in the room." Helen glanced at everyone.
Zi Chen nodded and said: "There seems to be some problems with my previous technique, I need to study it carefully."
When Alva heard this, he was shocked and said: "Is there still a problem with over-level suppression? What kind of magic are you doing?"
"Maybe it's the strongest technique in my world." This is Zi Chen's guess, but nine out of ten it should be it.
"It is also the most powerful spell, why is yours so extraordinary?" Big Beard said: "I am a little curious about the world you are in. A world that I have never heard of actually has such a powerful spell."
Alva and others also nodded. They are also the strongest techniques. Why is Zi Chen's so good?
"Okay, let's talk when we have time to wait for a breakthrough. If we continue to stay, we might have some troubles."
Helen interrupted the conversation of several people and motioned for everyone to go back to practice.
The group of seven people turned back the same way, and everyone they met along the way would look at Zi Chen curiously.
After returning to the room and closing the door, Zi Chen sat down and thought about the previous battle. If he had used the Shenwen Dao Sword, he might have won more easily.
But it will obviously be exposed.
Zi Chen didn't expect that this match was deliberately targeted before, so he simply thought it was just a drunken fight.
It wasn't until Lord Black Dragon's words came out that he suddenly understood that the other party was trying to test him again and again.
It seems that many people think that he got something good from it, but the young man got the biggest golden bell and is still probing him, obviously thinking that he got something that exceeds the golden bell.
The Shenwen Dao Sword is a secret, and Zi Chen doesn't think they will know it. This test is more of a guess.
As long as he never takes out the divine pattern sword, no one can be sure that he has benefited.
However, hiding it was not an option after all. The golden bell was a treasure with divine patterns, and he had to get it back. There would definitely be intersections with those five people in the future.
But it's useless to think about these things right now. The most important thing is to become stronger first.
All the advantages he once had in the Holy Spirit Realm have disappeared here. It seems that everyone is standing on the same point, and the difference in combat power is not very big.
The reason why Zi Chen was able to leapfrog and win was because of his skills in the Holy Spirit Realm, not because of how extraordinary he was.
Therefore, Zi Chen must find something to save his life!
Now that he can no longer obtain points to exchange for treasures, he can only rely on himself.
Zi Chen took out the divine seal and continued to condense the Dharma Dao to first solve the divine pattern. He practiced and thought at the same time.
The ring is very good, but it cannot greatly increase his attack power. The same is true for the black spear. The Killing Spirit itself is very special and is a great killing weapon, but Zi Chen has not yet been able to find a way to make it grow quickly.
Saint Ancestor's prison suppression needs to be understood step by step. This is the biggest foundation for winning today, but it may not be possible next time.
Suddenly Zi Chen thought of Black Stone. The reason why he had extraordinary gains last time was because of Black Stone.
He held the black stone in his hand, but he still couldn't sense anything interesting about it.
Zi Chen held the black stone in his hand, and while he was thinking, his mind gradually fell into calmness, and a voice like a bell sounded in his mind.
He couldn't hear what these sounds were, but he felt like he was enlightened. Zi Chen was in a strange state, like sleeping but not sleeping, like dreaming but not dreaming.
The black stone in his hand trembled slightly, and Zi Chen's body also resonated, sending out ripples...
In a daze, Zi Chen seemed to see a large hall right in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't find it.
He kept moving forward, but always kept a distance from the main hall.
The main hall is majestic and vast, with an ancient atmosphere flowing around it, as if a god is standing there looking at him.
"Zi Chen!"
"Zi Chen...!"
There was an exclamation in his ears, and Zi Chen's consciousness gradually returned and he opened his eyes.
There was confusion in his eyes, "I actually fell asleep?"
He was supposed to be practicing, but unexpectedly he fell asleep.
"Zi Chen!"
The voice outside the door came again, it was Alva.
Zi Chen removed the divine pattern, put away the black stone, stepped forward and opened the door, looked at Alva, and asked curiously: "Your injury recovered so quickly?"
"What injury?"
Alva walked in, tilted his head and looked around Zi Chen's room.
"Weren't you injured just now?" Zi Chen said, "We just came back from the ring and we forgot about it so quickly?"
Alva turned his head suddenly and looked at Zi Chen like he was looking at a monster.
Zi Chen was slightly startled, "Why, isn't it right?"
"What you said just now was half a month ago!"
"What?" Zi Chen's expression couldn't help but change.
After taking a nap, half a month has passed. How is this possible?