The white-skinned civil servant showed a fairly satisfied look and said, "A total of eighty-three warriors are participating in the competition today. I would like to thank you all for your kindness." As he spoke, he raised his hands and bowed.
Everyone in the tent returned the courtesy one after another, and Su Jing was no exception.
After standing up, the white-skinned civil servant continued: "This is the big tent where you want to win. I will leave after a while. The strong men can let go of their hands and feet and fight to their heart's content. There is no need to pay attention to any rules. As for winning over me.
There are only ten people. Do you have any questions, heroes?"
"If you dare to come and challenge, I'm not afraid of dying in the challenge. It's just that I don't understand the rules of winning!" A rusty, dark-skinned barbarian said in a loud voice: "If a group of young men join forces, kill the strongest one first.
The one who was beaten to death and then joined forces to fight against the second strong one and finally got out alive may be a cunning person!"
"This brother is right!" A one-horned monster echoed the barbarian and said to the challenger: "The most powerful one dies, while the less powerful one wins. Isn't this selecting pillars for the country? How can we talk about fairness?"
There was no need for the civil servant to speak, but the captain behind him sneered and replied: "Fair? When two armies are fighting, who will tell you what is fair? The strength on the battlefield is more than just cultivation and magic. The so-called use of all means, kill the dog thief and live on your own."
Even if you win, you must first understand that this is an arena for selecting generals to fight, not an arena for fighting for fame."
Being able to kill others and get out alive is what the army needs, and it is also the original intention of the 'tent arena'.
The civil servant looked around and saw that no one had any objections. He smiled again: "While I haven't left yet, if you have anything to say between you, please do it as soon as possible with a stick of incense."
The challenger emphasized the word 'between you' in a strong tone, and with a little thought you could understand that he was giving the monsters time to form a gang.
After a moment of silence, a pair of tree monsters with green leaves on their heads stood up. The exotic trees in the Southern Wilderness are very different from those in Middle-earth. Neither Su Jing nor Fan Qiao recognized what kind of trees they were. What's interesting is that the two brothers' cultivation is 'written in'
On the body: There are gray demon wheel patterns on the red upper body, which look like annual rings. There are several patterns for every spiritual level. One of the dryad brothers is a sixth spiritual level, and the other is a fifth spiritual level. They are considered to be outstanding in strength in the tent.
Brother Shu said: "Looking for eight good friends, let's kill together today, and tomorrow we will be prosperous and rich together!"
Soon a little demon walked towards the two of them: "I wish". As soon as he said the two words, Brother Shu frowned and said: "Go away, is a little demon of the second level worthy of calling us brothers?"
After the white-skinned challenger explained the rules of victory, Fan Qiao's face changed slightly. His spiritual consciousness had already scanned the monsters in the tent several times, but he did not find any monsters that were too powerful. The pair of tree monsters
My brother is the most ferocious.
If ten people were selected in order of strength, Fan Qiao thought that he would definitely occupy a seat, let alone Su Jing. But the rules of this melee
There are countless races under the rule of the Southern Wilderness Monster Kingdom, and there are also differences between the races. We don’t mention the fairies, we only talk about the wilderness people, and they are divided into leprosy-headed, black-mouthed, color-eyed, long-tongued, dwarf and so on. Su Jing and Fan Qiaodong
Native Han people, they dress up as the "yellow-skinned wilderness people" in the wilderness who are most similar to the Han people in appearance, also called yellow-skinned barbarians.
The yellow-skinned barbarians are weak in body and poor in strength, and have always been despised by those barbarians and monsters with strong bodies and strong basic elements;
However, Huangpiman is proficient in clever tricks and is a rare dexterous tribe in the Southern Wilderness. When fighting with foreign races, they can always win unexpectedly. As a result, the tyrannical monsters have a layer of hostility towards them on top of their contempt.
It's okay to pretend to be a yellow-skinned barbarian and travel through the peeling country, but it's not appropriate to fight with this identity.
After entering the big tent, the other monsters looked at them with either contempt or cruelty. They were regarded as half a joke and half an enemy. Coupled with this melee rule, the 'Swordsman Boy' secretly figured out that he would fight randomly later.
From the beginning, the master and servant were afraid that they would immediately become the target of public criticism.
But having said that, they are not without opportunities. After all, the ten winning seats are what everyone really values. The pair of dryad brothers who are standing now are very powerful. If they can form an alliance with them, their chances of winning will greatly increase.
So the 'Sword-Serving Boy' was wondering
The 'boy' knows very well how thick-skinned his 'lord' can be when fighting. The simplest example: Ever since Su Jing entered the tent, he transformed into a 'Golden Crow Man'. He looked like a mortal and no one else.
Don't guard against him.
As long as he could win, there was nothing he couldn't do? Forming an alliance with the tree demon was a shortcut to success, but Su Jing sat there without saying a word and had no intention of paying attention to the tree demon.
Fan Qiao glanced at him, and Su Jing could probably understand his doubts, and responded: "You and I can't be relied upon. You and I can win together."
The first half of the sentence was true, but the second half was a bit arrogant. Su Jing's voice was not loud, but all the fairies in the tent had sharp ears and eyes, and could hear everything clearly. Even the officer and the two captains were surprised. Brother Shu simply laughed and said:
Fan Qiao said: "Brother, your companion is stupid. You should come with us. If you go with him, you will definitely die!"
Fan Qiao sighed: "I can't reach such a high level, so I'd like to thank you for my insensitivity."
Brother Shu was willing to win over a yellow-skinned barbarian because he purely valued Fan Qiao's fifth-level cultivation, but the opponent was cold and arrogant. He waved his hands angrily and said nothing more. He made up his mind to kill these two yellow-skinned barbarians first if there was a chance.
Pimanzi!
In the blink of an eye, monsters and barbarians formed a gang, and the tent was in chaos for a while. Almost everyone had a few companions, except for Su Jing and Fan Qiao, who were sitting alone in the corner.
When the time came, the ringmaster didn't care whether they had finished their deliberations or not. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I wish you all a great victory!" After that, he turned around and left.
The moment the curtain fell, Su Jing suddenly let out a loud roar and rushed forward!
Gold marrow, silver bones, copper tendons, iron flesh, golden black beast! The granite body has strange stone-breaking power. The two little demons standing in front of him didn't even have a chance to move, so they were smashed into pieces by him!
Chaos broke out, and a melee broke out. Fan Qiao screamed and his swords came out of his body. Fish clouds appeared in the tent. They rippled slightly, and the clouds fell, turning into layers of flames. And there were fish in the fire, real fish. Fish in the fire
In the middle reaches, wherever the fish swims, the fire will burn!
Su Jingze kept staring at the pair of strongest tree demons in the tent with his fiery eyes, and pounced.
There was a loud roar, and a pair of tree demons and their temporarily recruited companions used their magic skills to kill Su Jing.
Far from the group of tree demons, most of the demonic barbarians in the tent took action at the same time to deal with Su Jing!
Maybe they saw the advantage, and now they just kill one by one; maybe they are not used to the fact that the yellow-skinned barbarian who has always been weak dares to be cruel, and the soft guy in their impression who can bully him as much as he wants suddenly turned into a stone, and his instinct dictates
Kill him first, so what if you have copper skin and iron bones? Even if you are a piece of Taiyi gold spirit, you will be smashed to pieces under the bombardment from all directions.
The 'Golden Crow' mantra was sung loudly, and the dazzling light bloomed!
The golden wheel rose above Su Jing's head, and the dozen monsters who had just pinched the invisibility technique could no longer hide themselves;
The fire wings of Tiandu opened up, and thirty-three golden feathers floated out from the wings. They were indescribably charming, floating for no reason, and formed a protective shield around their master;
There are also thirty-three sword feathers, three of which are finished, which are divided into eleven directions and shoot rapidly, like lightning, killing people;
The right hand formed a fist, and the fire rushed up like a dragon. The left palm was spread out, and the golden wind roared fiercely. The right fist was closed on the left palm. This is the most common fist-holding ceremony in the Eastern Tuhan family. It is done when meeting friends in the world and meeting again.
A gift. Su Jing’s clasping of fists is also a good encounter: Yang fire merges with gold wind, and wind and fire sweep through the eight dharmas like a tide;
Before the spell was dissipated, the sword light reappeared, and the Northern Ming Shenjian appeared in his left hand. Kun made a thunderous roar and pierced through a piece of flesh and blood. Several monsters tried their best to smash Kun to pieces. Before they could take a breath, they saw a Tianpeng appear in despair.
, flutter down;
Also, the dryad looked down at his chest, his face full of confusion: he didn't understand where this three-legged bird made of white bones came from, and how could it pierce his chest?
Flames, sword light, flesh and blood, chaotic battlefield, everyone's eyes were covered by a huge word "death", so they didn't notice that a delicate yellow flower on Su Jing's lapel turned into a butterfly for some reason and flew around.
Pianpian lingered around Su Jing, not paying attention to the raging red flames rolling around him. It didn't matter if he didn't notice it, there was no need for Butterfly to take action in this battle, Su Jing was enough on his own.
The howls, roars, screams and wails of ghosts and monsters were intertwined together. Just a moment ago, which monster would have thought that the yellow-skinned barbarian who had no spiritual vibration in their eyes and was no different than a lamb would actually transform into a god of death at this moment.
If you don’t pick or pick, you will catch and kill the yellow-skinned barbarian.
The white-skinned civil servant left the tent, activated the secret method to seal the tent door, and the officer asked his two men: "Are you going to drink, or to watch them fight?"
There are many spells in the big tent, among which there is a manifestation technique, which can project the melee inside into a basin of spiritual water. The ring officials can watch it at any time if they want. However, the ring has been set up for nearly a hundred days, and they could still see it at the beginning.
He enjoyed it with gusto, but now he has long been tired of watching it. There are no special people coming to compete today. The tall and short captain was not interested, but his eyes lit up when he heard that he was drinking. He smiled and said: "It's okay not to watch. Let's have a drink with the adults."
One session is the greatest pleasure."
After only a few hours of drinking, the demon soldiers from the 'monitoring tent' came to report that the winner had been decided in the tent.
The three demon officials were a little surprised. They didn't really compete in the competition today. They shouldn't have finished it so quickly. The high school captain asked: "Is there any brother tree demon who will win?"
The demon soldier shook his head, and the short captain smiled and asked: "Where is the triangle green barbarian?"
The demon soldier continued to shake his head: "Only two people can win, those yellow-skinned barbarians."
This was a real surprise! The white-skinned civil servant blinked, let out a laugh, and said with a smile: "The sun has come out from the west." He put down his wine glass, stood up and walked towards the big tent.
There were corpses everywhere and blood everywhere.
Su Jing and Fan Qiao found a clean place to stand.
The wings of fire converged, the famous sword returned to the bag, the butterfly turned back into a young yellow flower, spreading its fragrance on the lapel of clothes, Su Jing smiled at Fan Qiao and said: "Not bad, I specially left thirty-three sword feathers for you, it's useless
superior."
No one was deliberately targeting him, and with Fan Qiao's ability it was not difficult to protect himself.
Fan Qiao didn't react much. The fierce battle had just come to an end, but she was still frightened in her heart!
The correct method of cultivation, the refinement of fighting skills, the magic weapons carried by one's body, etc. will all have an impact on the fighting. It is not unusual for low-level monks to kill those who are higher than themselves.
In the inner sect of Lishan, the disciples of the fourth realm who practice superior techniques are no less good than the disciples of the five realms in the small sect, and are even stronger. As for the spirits and monsters, their cultivation methods are mostly mixed and crude, and they are even better than those of the big sect.
Orthodox Taoism is incomparable.
Su Jing practiced the most pure Yang Fire Formation. Although it was only in the fifth realm, it opened nearly 1,500 air paths. The dual cultivation of wind and fire complemented each other and added more power. Not to mention his sword feathers and Bei Ming's magical weapons.
Fan Qiao knew that if he closed his eyes, closed his ears, and waited outside the battlefield, he wouldn't be too surprised when Su Jing finally walked out.
But he had seen the fierce battle just now, and he couldn't help but be shocked and horrified. This feeling was indescribable to the man who fought with one against a hundred, a crazy gangster! (To be continued. If you like this movie
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