The defeat of the prisoners in the Red Gang immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone in the gang, "Even Hong Qingyang can show off his power, what's wrong with the world, Huang Taibei, are you too incompetent?"

"He has already used his spiritual power, what can I do?" Huang Taibei looked aggrieved. He didn't dare to do that. It was simply too dangerous. Although he was in prison, he couldn't risk his life. Come and make a fuss.

"Hmph, I don't believe it!" At this time, another prisoner from the Red Gang immediately came on stage and shouted directly: "Hong Qingyang, you are very arrogant, come here, come here, let me see what you can do!"

There are only more than 300 people here, hanging out together all day long. You can tell who is who even with your eyes closed.

Hong Qingyang was still bragging to others about how brave he was, but many people in the Ziyi Gang disapproved of his style of play. Spending spiritual energy like this was like a longevity guy eating arsenic - seeking death.

At this moment, when he heard someone calling him to come out, he was about to go on stage, but was stopped by another person, "Hong Qingyang, you have already won one game, take a rest, I will do this one!"

Hong Qingyang saw that this person was his friend, Feng Qianbian, who had also received a gift from Shen Longxuan, so he patted him on the shoulder with an expression that said, "I understand."

"Haha, White Tiger, don't be too arrogant. If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but you must not cry!" Feng Qianbian flew onto the ring with confidence.

This time everyone noticed that Feng Qianbian was also the last prisoner physically, but he also had a victorious expression today. What was going on?

"Humph, since your skin is tight, I'm here to help you loosen it up!"

Without saying a word, White Tiger rolled up his sleeves and rushed up. This man's name is White Tiger, but actually his fighting spirit is that of a white tiger. Not only is he extremely powerful, but it also makes him agile.

So with this eight-level Xuan-level fighting spirit, he made a big name in the outside world, but he offended the big family and was imprisoned.

In this aura-less prison, the fighting spirit has become less important, but the White Tiger has a secret method that can fuse the fighting spirit with the body, thereby increasing the physical strength.

He was already strong and strong, and he was like a giant tiger swooping over. Before he arrived, the strong wind had already swept over him, and his palms formed claws to grab Feng Qianbian's chest and face respectively.

According to his idea, Feng Qianbian would definitely be defeated by this attack. Then he challenged Hong Qingyang, made such a fool of himself, and won points, killing two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, his figure sped up even more, and suddenly, there was the shadow of a white tiger roaring behind him.

"If Feng Qianbian still has cultivation, White Tiger will never be his opponent. As his name suggests, he is ever-changing and elusive!"

"That's true, but there is no spiritual energy now. No one would be stupid enough to use spiritual power like Hong Qingyang. It is simply courting death."

The prisoners in the prison were all famous people before they came in, so they all had their own names. After they were imprisoned, they used these names as their names. This way they not only sounded smooth, but also looked more impressive.

Sooner or later, Feng Qianbian saw the fierce momentum of the white tiger, so he cleverly avoided the attack with a twist. Unexpectedly, before he could counterattack, Feng Qianbian saw the white tiger's leg whip sweeping towards him.

The wind howled in the leg, like a steel whip. Although there was no spiritual support for this leg, even a warrior at the sixth level of the Martial King Realm would not be able to escape the injury.

Just when people thought Feng Qianbian was bound to lose, he suddenly fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, barely escaping the attack.

"This...this is Feng Qianbian's ever-changing skill!"

As the man shouted, the puddle of mud suddenly turned into Feng Qianbian. He was lying on the ground and spinning, kicking out his feet like a whirlwind, like a pair of big scissors, cutting towards the white tiger's back.

This change caused an uproar again. When they saw Hong Qingyang using spiritual power, they could only laugh at him as a fool, but Feng Qianbian followed suit and actually used martial arts, and they exclaimed repeatedly.

madman!

The people in the Ziyi Gang are crazy, and they all fight in a life-threatening way. How can they fight in this competition?

I saw Feng Qianwan's feet firmly cutting on the white tiger's back, and with a bang, he kicked the shit out of him.

The white tiger was charging forward in a hurry. When he fell, he was directly thrown away for more than ten feet, leaving a deep ditch on the ring.

When he stood up, everyone found that the skin on his face had been rubbed off. He was extremely embarrassed at this moment. He turned around and was about to say harsh words, but he didn't want to be knocked to the ground by another punch.

"White Tiger, no one told you not to talk too much during a fight?"

Seeing Feng Qianbian stepping forward, the white tiger had no choice but to roll on the spot, stood up and immediately backed away more than ten feet away, "Feng Qianbian, you are so despicable!"

"How mean am I? If you have the ability, you can use your spiritual power!"

"You..." The white tiger was so aggrieved that he roared angrily, and a dark green light suddenly burst out from behind him, and a majestic and huge white tiger stood in the sky.

"I want to see how much spiritual power you can squander!" I saw the white tiger's fighting spirit turned into a white light and penetrated into the white tiger's body.

At this moment, his momentum suddenly surged, and this secret method directly nearly doubled his strength. One can imagine how amazing it would be if used in conjunction with spiritual power!

This time, the white tiger's speed was extremely fast, like a white light, it arrived in an instant, and in one move, the white tiger ripped out its heart and blasted out!

Feng Qianbian also had a serious expression on his face and tried his best to fight against the white tiger. He would use his ever-changing technique from time to time, and the two of them were fighting inextricably.

Shen Longxuan in the audience was fascinated. He learned from the battle between the two. Although their strength was not strong, their control of power was absolutely top-notch.

This gave him a deeper understanding of the power of physical combat. Gradually, his mind merged into the battle, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, he began to practice his special combat consciousness.

He was immersed in it, but the battle on the field continued. In the end, the white tiger was knocked to the ground by Feng Qianbian, and had no power to fight back.

Both battles were won by the purple-clad gang. Of course, the red-clad gang couldn't lose face, so they came to the stage to challenge one after another. They all had the same idea, and they always had to pick the weak ones!

Therefore, all the people who were given elixirs by Shen Longxuan were named on stage. After watching the first two games, these people were all smiling.

They knew that spring was coming for the Ziyi Gang, so whenever they were invited to fight, no one hesitated or showed any fear before, and they all rushed to the ring bravely.

Facts have proved that these people are extremely brave in the battle. Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, they all looked at death as if they were dead. They actually activated their spiritual power and displayed combat power that matched their level of cultivation.

Complete victory!

During these dozens of battles, the people in the audience have become numb. They even suspect that the people of the Ziyi Gang want to do something shocking. Otherwise, how could these dozens of people not care about life and death? Is it just for these few people?

One hundred thousand points?

Finally, someone couldn't help it and came to the cell leader to redeem points. The cell leader didn't care about these fights at all. He knew that as long as there was a win or loss, he would make money, no matter who he was?

Therefore, whether it was the Red Gang or the Purple Gang, they were just tools for him to make money. After hearing the description from the visitor, he immediately sent jailers to dig for treasures.

It only took a moment for the jailer to return. Although the place where the treasure was hidden was secret, these people were informed of the detailed address, and with the help of the teleportation array and the familiar jailer, there was no delay at all.
Chapter completed!