Chapter 268, Martial Arts Arena (two-in-one)

Author: Leading the Tiger to Defend Oneself

Chapter 268, Martial Arts Arena (two-in-one)

This city is quite big, and it would be quite time-consuming for Yang Zhao to walk on just two legs.

But the wonderful sights around her opened her eyes.

For example, the surrounding stalls sell more of various endangered and exotic animals, as well as things like branches, grass, leaves and flowers, as well as many small bugs and birds.

Some stalls even sell sand, gravel and dust directly.

For another example, when she was crossing a street, she saw a group of floor tiles standing against the wall on the left front. They stood there with thin legs and feet, motionless.

When Yang Zhao was wondering, he saw a row of floor tiles jumping up from the ground one by one. In the blink of an eye, the road turned into a big pit, and these floor tiles lined up and walked away happily.

Then stood a group of floor tiles next to them, jumping neatly into the pit one by one, filling the gap in the road.

The whole process didn't take a minute, but Yang Zhao was so scared that he didn't dare to step on it.

Now the floor tiles she is stepping on are actually conscious?

Even the slave owners in ancient times, who has stepped on the floor tiles paved by living people and walked forward step by step.

As soon as she stopped, the colorful bird on her head stopped.

"Why are you stopping here? Are you stupid? Oh my God, if you were stupid, could I take you back now?"

This little bird wants to go back as soon as he disagrees.

Yang Zhao: "I'm fine. It's just that there are residual souls under my feet, and I can't get off my feet."

The bird jumped twice on Yang Zhao's head carelessly.

"Oh, my God, you actually have sympathy for these floor tiles. This is definitely the funniest joke I have heard in hundreds of years!"

"Stupid, you can't fly. How else do you want to walk except with your two poor legs? Besides, there is a pitiful floor tile under your feet."

"Oh, my God, don't you feel that your pause is the greatest insult to the floor tiles under your feet? How long have you been rubbing your feet against his body and you still haven't moved away?"

This was indeed a problem. Yang Zhao endured the strange feeling and started to walk forward at a trot.

But ever since she learned that even the floor tiles were sane, she felt uncomfortable no matter how she walked on this road. She always felt like there were many pairs of eyes staring at her under her feet.

In order to get rid of this creepy feeling, she had to force herself to look away.

"Are the houses on both sides also full of remnants?"

The little bird stretched out its little paws and dug a small nest on Yang Zhao's head, and sat down comfortably.

"Natural? Everything in this plain gold pagoda is a remnant soul. Whether it is sand, stone, soil, flowers, plants and trees, everything is composed of remnant souls."

Now, Yang Zhao was really curious.

"Everything? Is there really any remnant soul that wants to become a grain of sand?"

"What's the matter? Some remnant souls are thrown in and don't have much intelligence. After a long time, they completely lose the scope of the soul. When the soul body is broken, it will naturally become sand."

The little bird said casually.

"Have you seen the sun in the sky? That is the most powerful remnant soul on our level. He collects many broken souls every day to emit this dazzling light."

No? The sun is also a soul.

Yang Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked at the dazzling sun above his head in horror. He didn't even know how to move.

The little bird tightly hooked his hair with its claws, and its singing voice was full of disbelief.

"Oh, my God, be careful. You almost threw me to the ground. Are you so surprised? You don't really think this Sujin Pagoda can hold a huge sun, do you?"

"Oh, my God, are all the aliens from outside now so ignorant? They actually think that a sun can fit inside this small plain gold pagoda."

"Oh my God, how could I be walking with such a vulgar person? Not only did she tarnish my perfect feathers, she also tried to hurt my heart."

But Yang Zhao no longer felt anything about his words. She only felt that the world was full of illusions.

She thought of the deserts, wastelands, woods, snow-capped mountains, and grasslands along the way.

The only thing not here is rivers and water.

If everything here is composed of remnant souls, then how many people do the Sujin clan need to have to accumulate so many remnant souls?

Population is the most important foundation for a nation, and a huge population represents unlimited possibilities.

This is a world of cultivating immortals, a world where one can ascend to the throne of a god. So what kind of power should the gods of the Sujin clan have?

Yang Zhao forcefully pulled his thoughts back, not daring to think any more, lowered his head and started to walk on his way.

She walked for more than an hour before arriving at the huge martial arts arena.

The walls of this martial arts arena are not much shorter than the walls outside the city.

What is special is that there is a huge gap in the middle of the wall of the martial arts arena. This gap connects the world to the ground, allowing people to enter and exit.

There are many people coming here, and even the walls can't stop the excitement inside.

Waves of cheers and cheers merged into one, and came out through the huge gap.

Seeing Yang Zhao hesitate again, the little bird nestled in the small nest he had just dug and spoke out of boredom.

"Oh, these vulgar people have started the bloody battle again. Their blood is full of rage. They are hungry for all blood and always think about dirty fighting. Only these inferior remnant souls want to be used as weapons.

Go and taste the blood of reality."

"My poor little alien girl, from now on you will have to be with these people who are not smart enough, hahahahahahahaha."

The little bird rolled on top of Yang Zhao's head with laughter, and the small nest it finally dug out was broken up by itself.

Yang Zhao pursed his lips: "Do you have to choose this kind of remnant soul as a weapon?"

Her Dragon Spear personality is a little different, and now she hears Liu Zhengxia's name and goes crazy.

She originally wanted a weapon with a more normal character, but listening to the cackle of the bird above her head, she felt that this goal was a bit difficult.

"Oh, my poor little girl, if you don't want to see blood, who would want to be a weapon? A noble soul like me, a passionate and friendly bird, loves quiet and peaceful days."

Yang Zhao felt that there was some truth in what Xiaoniao said. Soldiers are ferocious. What normal person would think about killing people all the time?

The little bird tilted its head, smoothed the feathers on its wings, and urged again.

"Okay, okay, precious time is passing quickly because of your hesitation."

Yang Zhao licked his lips, which were not dry, and stepped into the martial arts arena.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly! I haven't eaten such a pure soul in a long time!"

"Tear it up! You must give me a thigh!"

"I'm going to eat you!"

Taking this step forward, Yang Zhao was almost pushed out by the noise.

This step seems to be a step into hell.

She subconsciously opened her mouth to relieve the pressure on her eardrums, and then she realized that she had no eardrums in her mind.

The entire martial arts arena has two circles of arc-shaped stands, each with dozens of steps up and down, bustling with creatures.

There are also many animals, plants, beasts, birds, insects, rocks, and human forms.

Although their external images are different, they all have the same crazy expressions and terrifying expressions.

In the center of the martial arts arena, a big tree was fighting with a three-headed giant beast. The branches and leaves of the entire martial arts arena were falling off, and the beast's blood was flying everywhere.

The whole martial arts arena was agitated because of these two people.

Yang Zhao stared blankly for a while, then began to communicate with the colorful bird above his head.

"I've arrived at the martial arts arena, what should I do now? Who should I follow to find a soul weapon?"

The little bird patted her head with its wings in boredom.

"No matter who it is, whether it's the floor tiles under your feet or the seat next to you, if you tell it your situation, someone will always tell you the rules."

Yang Zhao's expression was a little distorted, he wiped his face with his hands, squatted on the ground, knocked on the floor tiles under his feet, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Are there any cheerful floor tiles? I am a foreigner, and I entered the Sujin Pagoda to find a suitable soul weapon."

Before the floor tile she was holding opened her mouth, the floor tile next to her jumped out.

"I am a cheerful floor tile, and the one you raised is just a dull gourd that never opens its mouth."

As soon as this floor tile opened, the floor tile under Yang Zhao stopped working.

"You're talking nonsense. I'm not a stuffy gourd. I'm a stable floor tile. This foreign girl just came to tell me that if there's nothing wrong with you, just jump back and fill the hole."

The two small floor tiles, Glasses, were about to fight, so I pulled them apart one by one.

Although he was mentally prepared, Yang Zhao was still shocked by the two floor tiles.

She tried her best to calm down her expression and tried to persuade her, but found that the two little floor tiles didn't hear her and wanted to break away from Yang Zhao's restraints, so they got together and had a fight.

Yang Zhao could only shout at the top of his lungs: "You two, please stop fighting. Who can inform me of my arrival?"
To be continued...