After Lin Huang drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, he finally passed out.
It's easy to kill a hundred people.
But winning a hundred games in a row without losing breath is as difficult as reaching the sky.
Otherwise, the previous record in the Killing Arena would not be only forty-seven games.
…
In the city of hundreds of battles.
The sky is already in a boiling state.
When the warriors who entered the underground palace came out, they were talking incessantly, like a continuous river. They walked with domineering attitude, holding their heads high and chest high. Having witnessed the birth of the Hundred Man Killer with their own eyes, they were like themselves.
Hundreds of people were killed.
Looking at the people outside the underground palace is like looking down at the ants at your feet.
And the people outside the underground palace are also mean-spirited.
Dragging the people who came out of it, they started asking questions. It was as if they had seen their own little daughter-in-law. She had such a flattering face, not to mention how spineless she was.
Less than half an hour.
Lin Changsheng's name spread like wildfire in Baizhan City.
And it completely exploded.
Hundreds of people were killed.
What an achievement.
This is unprecedented in the history of the Killing Arena.
Even among the three sects and six mansions, those who once boasted of being the proudest of heaven have never reached this height.
Restaurants and tea shops.
Streets and alleys.
Everyone is talking about this matter.
Many people even regretted that their intestines were green. Why did they get into the hooked place last night and spend the night with the young lady? They missed the moment of witnessing the killing of a hundred people. Alas... what fun is there with women?
Men should still play with men.
Lin Changsheng.
Killing arena.
Hundreds of people were killed.
These three words were like bombs that exploded into the sky. They flew out from the dark palace and radiated to the entire Baizhan City in an instant. Then they spread crazily outside Baizhan City. The news in the sky was like snowflakes, spreading to the entire Taixuan City.
The domain drifts away.
And as early as last night, when Lin Huang won fifty games in a row, news about Longyuan Pavilion flew to the three sects, six mansions, and the domain master building.
Outside the Wutong Courtyard.
People from Baizhan City formed a long queue, stretching for dozens of miles, with tens of thousands of people.
I just wanted to see Lin Changsheng’s true appearance.
Not going to the Killing Arena last night was one of the great regrets in life. If I had gone and witnessed the birth of the Hundred Man Slayer, they would have been able to brag about it for ten years. As a result, now, when I talk to people who have been to the Killing Arena, most of them are shorter.
The gate of Wutong Courtyard is closed.
No matter how tens of thousands of people roared outside, the door never opened.
But it was simply impossible for everyone to rush into the Wutong Courtyard.
Because there was a person standing outside the door of Wutong Courtyard.
Wearing a snow-white mink fur, he has a gentle expression, but he stands tall and tall, and no one dares to approach him more than three feet away.
Song Hanshan didn't expect that he, a majestic saint king and a figure on the legendary list, would be reduced to the position of guarding the gate today. Although he couldn't resist Song Changling's request before agreeing to guard here, he also knew in his heart that even if Song Changling didn't ask him
, he will do the same.
Because soon, someone will appear here.
What surprised him even more was that Lin Huang really succeeded in killing hundreds of people in the killing arena.
This was something that he thought was impossible, but Lin Huang actually did it.
Outside the Wutong Courtyard, Song Hanshan sighed, "It's a pity that you killed my disciple of the Song family, and the cultivator of the common people killed him first!"
…
In a room filled with warm and fragrant nephrite.
When Lin Huang woke up again, it was already dusk.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an exquisite face appearing in front of him, with big watery eyes staring closely at him.
"Ah, brother Lin Huang, you're awake!"
When Tang Xiaoqi saw Lin Huang open his eyes, he screamed in surprise, and a strong smile suddenly appeared in his clear eyes.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang coughed slightly and felt a little sore all over.
"Xiaoqi, it's time for you to lose weight!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and found that the little girl was sitting on the quilt with her legs spread apart, directly suppressing Lin Huang.
"ah……"
Tang Xiaoqi immediately let out a sigh, then pouted, with a fierce look on his face, "Brother Lin Huang, you are not allowed to say that people are fat. I have eaten very little during this time!"
"Okay, Xiaoqi is not fat! Not at all!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
"Lin! Huang! Brother! Brother!"
Tang Xiaoqi immediately stood up and stamped her feet fiercely.
Lin Huang suddenly grinned, but then he frowned in confusion, and found that in addition to the pain all over his body, all the wounds on his body had healed, leaving only faint scars that had not faded.
"This is……"
Lin Huang looked at his hands that had returned to their original state and was stunned.
Then he plunged into the mysterious sea, only to find that the sleeping phoenix showed no sign of waking up.
In the room, Song Changling suddenly opened the door and came out with a bowl of hot soup.
"Is it Song Hanshan who healed me?"
Lin Huang turned to look at Song Changling and asked. With his injuries like last night, unless Song Changling took action or the Phoenix Spirit in his body revived, it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly. He would have to lie in bed for at least ten and a half days.
months.
"What is it, Brother Lin Huang!"
Tang Xiaoqi screamed immediately, jumped up and squatted in front of Lin Huang, blocking Lin Huang's sight, then pouted, and said with a touch of resentment and a touch of pride: "It was Xiaoqi who saved you."
Oh, it’s not Uncle Song. He is so bad. Xiaoqi begged him for a long time but he still didn’t save him. Xiaoqi will never play with him again!"
"you?"
Lin Huang suddenly frowned.
"Hmph, it's me!"
Tang Xiaoqi immediately stood up with a groan, hands on her hips, and a proud look on her face.
"You can save me, why do you ask that old guy Song Hanshan!"
Lin Huang laughed.
"Because...because..."
Tang Xiaoqi looked troubled, and then stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Because my power is sometimes ineffective, and yesterday I was so anxious that I even forgot about it. That old guy refused to agree, so I
When I'm so angry, I can only treat Lin Huang's dead horse as a living horse doctor!"
"I'm not a dead horse!"
"Yes, yes, brother Lin Huang is a living horse now!"
Tang Xiaoqi nodded her head pecking at the rice.
Lin Huang's face suddenly fell. The little girl didn't know how to read more books and couldn't use metaphors.
"Brother Lin Huang, drink some medicine first. I went to ten pharmacies to buy a decoction made from medicinal materials!"
Tang Xiaoqi took the bowl of medicine from Song Changling and handed it to Lin Huang, "Open your mouth and Xiaoqi will feed you!"
"Who made the prescription?"
Lin Huang asked.
"Ah... aren't all medicines used to treat illnesses? Do you need prescriptions? When dad used to treat me, all the medicinal materials were mixed together!"
Tang Xiaoqi said with a puzzled look.
"Ahem..."
Lin Huang suddenly coughed twice and stared at Song Changling with a dull expression.
Song Changling waved his hand, "This girl is too fierce, I can't stop her!"
"Bookworm Song, who are you calling a tiger?"
Tang Xiaoqi stood up in a hurry and stared at Song Changling angrily, "I haven't settled the score with you yet. You are in the killing arena. Why didn't you help Brother Lin Huang, who was so seriously injured?
.Aren't you a man? I'm really ashamed of you. I think you are also a scholar, why don't you have the attention of a scholar?"
Song Changling was immediately ashamed and fled the room without daring to argue with Tang Xiaoqi.
Arguing with Tang Xiaoqi is simply asking for death.
"Brother Lin Huang, drink the medicine!"
Tang Xiaoqi turned around and stared at Lin Huang with a smile, as warm as a small cotton-padded jacket.
Lin Huang looked at the black viscous substance in the spoon, his skin and flesh were torn apart and he showed a fake smile, and then the warrior opened his mouth like he was about to die...