Feng Jingyun's voice was not too loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear clearly.
The crowd looked at Feng Jingyun, with a hint of surprise in their eyes. Such a handsome young man, he actually wanted to fight a scorpion-tiger prisoner?
It can be said that every person who steps into the prison for prison fighting is not weak in strength. They don't dare to make fun of their own lives. They only do it when they are really sure. But even so, there are still twenty-eight people.
He died in the hands of the Manticore. From here we can see how strong the Manticore is.
It would be very difficult for a third-level spiritual martial artist to defeat the Manticore.
As for people below the third level of spiritual level, there is no need to think about it, so the other party dares to offer the sky-high price of one hundred middle-grade fine stones, and no one can get it.
When Yuan Guodou and others saw Feng Jingyun standing up, they all showed a cold smile. It seemed that another human was about to die in the beast arena.
"It's a pity. Those who want to see the leader of the World Alliance humiliate him will probably be disappointed."
The man in yellow smiled coldly. Feng Jingyun actually wanted to fight a manticore and seek death.
"Untouchables are untouchables. They would give up their lives for a mere stone, but that life is not worth anything either."
"What, you want to fight here?" Cheng Qiang took the lead to come to the man in yellow and said coldly, while the other three directly drew their weapons and pointed at them.
Feng Jingyun turned his eyes and glanced at several people, who put away their weapons. Feng Jingyun's eyes fell on the young man in yellow, with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
"The Beast Arena allows prison fights between people. They provide prisons. Do you want to try it with me?"
Feng Jingyun's voice was as loud as the young man in yellow. As many people heard what the young man in yellow said, Feng Jingyun's words also reached the ears of as many people.
His face froze slightly, and the young man in yellow did not answer.
"If you don't dare to fight, what are you farting over there? You're a piece of trash. Apart from being able to talk big words, what else do you have?"
There was a strong sarcasm in Feng Jingyun's tone, which made the young man in yellow fixate there. Feeling the strange looks from around him, he even exuded coldness and stared at Feng Jing with cold eyes.
cloud.
"Haha, how do you say this? Oh, by the way, you are called a coward!"
Cheng Qiang and the others laughed loudly and spoke to them in a particularly harsh voice.
Ignoring the other party, Feng Jingyun raised his steps and walked to the old man outside the prison door. Several people behind him shouted "Come on, boss, come on, boss", which made the young man in yellow look contemptuous.
The old man immediately opened the prison door and let Feng Jingyun enter.
Feng Jingyun stepped into the prison door and immediately felt a depressing aura, as if he was being restrained in a cage. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
When the manticore saw Feng Jingyun walking in, he immediately let out a low roar.
The demon spirit beasts already have wisdom. They know very well who the enemy is, and they also know that as long as they don't kill Feng Jingyun, they will be the ones who die.
The small eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a sharp cold light, and the manticore's body slowly squirmed towards Lin Feng.
Feng Jingyun stepped towards the Manticore very calmly, with steady steps and calm eyes, without any hint of nervousness.
At this moment, the huge body of the scorpion lion suddenly jumped up and flew towards Feng Jingyun. Compared with the squirming just now, its speed at this moment was much faster.
"Star Phantom Palm!"
Feng Jingyun's hands trembled, and suddenly, palm prints filled the sky, roaring out. With his abnormal understanding of martial arts, Feng Jingyun's casual blow was enough to kill an ordinary person below the first level of the spiritual level.
When the manticore saw the palm prints coming from all over the sky, it did not dodge or dodge. The cold sickle claws cut on the palm prints, breaking many of the palm prints directly. It was extremely sharp.
Of course, it was impossible for the manticore to break through all of them. There were still many palm prints bombarding it, causing the manticore to let out several deep roars and its huge body landed on the ground. But what surprised Feng Jingyun was that it was hit by
The Star Phantom Palm directly attacked the manticore, but it didn't take any damage at all.
"It's really a perverted defense."
Feng Jingyun secretly thought, no wonder he was able to kill twenty-eight martial arts cultivators.
A low roar came from the Scorpion Tiger's mouth, and his small eyes became colder and colder. His body trembled, and his huge body rushed towards Feng Jingyun again.
Feng Jingyun did not use the Star Magic Palm this time, but used the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword. Suddenly, the light yellow sword energy was hesitating on Feng Jingyun's sword blade, and a burst of sword energy directly hit Scorpion Tiger's sword.
Body locked.
"roar……"
Sensing the sharp sword power, the Manticore let out a loud roar in the air, and its sickle claws were like sharp blades, cutting towards Feng Jingyun's head.
If he was hit, Feng Jingyun's body would be cut open instantly and split into two.
At this time, Feng Jingyun's footsteps moved slightly, and his body turned to prevent his body from being completely within the attack range of the manticore. At this time, his purple electric blue frost sword slowly raised
He stood up and headed towards the manticore's sickle claws.
"What is he doing?"
"Use that sword against the manticore's claws? This guy is crazy and dead."
The crowd's expressions condensed when they saw this scene. Many people had seen the manticore fight, and many people were directly disemboweled by the manticore's sickle claws. Those claws were sharper than swords.
At this time, Feng Jingyun's sword finally collided with the manticore's sickle claws, and the swallowed sword energy burst out with a bright white light.
What shocked the crowd was that not only was Feng Jingyun unscathed, but the manticore actually let out a low roar, as if it was in pain.
"How is it possible? How can his sword be sharper than the claws of a manticore?"
The crowd's eyes trembled, showing incredulous expressions.
But at this moment, Feng Jingyun's body came close to him, and he was about to engage in close combat with the demonic manticore. He slashed directly at the manticore, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder.
"Crack!"
There was a sound of bone cracking, brown blood spattered, and a deep blood mark appeared on the manticore's body, which was cut open by Feng Jingyun's palm.
"What a terrifying sword energy. That pale yellow light is the sword's intention, which is sharper than the sword!"
The crowd looked at Feng Jingyun in shock. This young man was so terrifying. People in the past could not break through the manticore's defense despite all their efforts, but Feng Jingyun did it easily.
On the stands, Yuan Guodou, the young man in yellow and others also had their eyes fixed there, with gloomy expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they did not expect Feng Jingyun to be so powerful.
"Sure enough, I was pretending to be a fool that time in the forest. It must have been to get close to Shi Ningning!"
The corners of Yuan Guodou's eyes twitched. That day, he called him a fool and looked down on Feng Jingyun. But now he found that Feng Jingyun was much better than him in pursuit of strength, and he couldn't compare with him at all.
Feng Jingyun naturally didn't understand the crowd's thoughts at this time, and all his thoughts were focused on the manticore, or in other words, on his palm.
The sword intention and sword energy merged into one, and his palm became a sword. Although it was not as terrifying as the sword, it was still extremely powerful.
Every time Feng Jingyun raised his sword and brought it down, it would bring up a trace of blood, leaving a trace on the manticore's body.
"Ouch..."
Not long after, the manticore's body was already stained with blood, and it let out a crazy roar.
"I won't play with you anymore."
Feng Jingyun's eyes flashed, and he approached again. Then, he slashed down with a palm, and a powerful light bloomed. On top of Feng Jingyun's purple electric blue frost sword, there was actually a sword of nothingness, and this sword slashed down
, the manticore's head was directly broken open from the middle, killing him instantly, making everyone's eyes focused on it.
"Huh..." The crowd took a deep breath and thought to themselves: "What a perverted strength. He was practicing swordplay with a manticore just now."
"You win, here are one hundred pieces of medium-grade fine stones."
The old man walked into the prison cell and handed the stone to Feng Jingyun. Feng Jingyun handed him over rudely and then stepped out of the prison cell.
At the same time, Feng Jingyun's eyes slightly glanced at the prison next to him. The battle of the slave martial cultivator was also over. This time, the slave martial cultivator was defeated and wiped out.
Moreover, there is an iron door in the middle of the two prisons. As long as it is opened, the two prisons will be connected.
After walking out of the prison, Feng Jingyun actually felt a bit comfortable. Inside, it was really depressing and uncomfortable.
Returning to his seat, Feng Jingyun glanced at the young man in yellow and the others lightly, and then sat down.
In the prison arena, the old man just led out another monster, and on the other side, there was also an old man who came out with a slave martial artist.
This slave martial artist's disheveled hair was extremely messy, his face completely covered, his feet were shackled, and he kept making noises when he walked.
When they fought, they suffered losses.
When the slave martial artist raised his head, his messy hair spread slightly, revealing the slave brand on his face!
Destroy!
The slave mark with the word "Destroy" was crisscrossed on the face of this slave martial artist, making him completely unrecognizable and unable to distinguish his original appearance.
Coupled with the messy and disheveled hair and the shackles on his body, this slave martial artist had an aura of hostility and looked particularly ferocious.
However, his black eyes were extremely sharp, and just that gaze could make people's hearts tremble.
“It’s so cold!”
Seeing those eyes, the crowd trembled in their hearts. The slave martial arts cultivators in the prison arena are all desperate slave martial arts cultivators. They spend all day grinding on the edge of life and death. They are very powerful. If they can be used for their own purposes, it would be very good.
, Therefore, every time there is a slave martial artist from the prison fighting arena in the auction, it will definitely trigger a fight.
Feng Jingyun frowned slightly. It was such a cruel method. He didn't know where these slaves came from, but they even had slave marks on their faces. His whole person was completely unrecognizable. Even if he escaped, he would not be able to live an upright life in the future.
, can only live in darkness.
"This slave has a first-level spiritual level cultivation and has a record of sixteen wins. If a prisoner fighter of the same level defeats him, he will be rewarded with twenty middle-grade fine stones. As for a prisoner-fighter with a first-level spiritual level cultivation level, the winner will be rewarded with medium-grade fine stones.
One hundred exquisite stones."
The old man who led the slave martial artist into the prison fighting arena said, making everyone's eyes freeze. The slave martial arts cultivator with sixteen wins has twelve fewer wins than the manticore. But if the prison fighter wins, the reward is
Similarly, it can be seen from this that the people in the Prison Arena have more confidence in the martial arts of this slave than they do in the Manticore.
"Yuan Guodou, this slave's cultivation level is the same as yours."
At this time, the young man in yellow clothes not far behind Feng Jingyun said something to Yuan Guodou, which made Yuan Guodou stare at him, ponder for a moment, and then nodded and said: "I'll go."
"Okay." A smile appeared on the face of the young man in yellow. Yuan Guodou stood up, walked to the stairs, crossed a few steps, and reached the outside of the cage. He nodded slightly to the old man.
The old man saw Yuan Guodou frown slightly and said, "Although this slave martial artist is only at the first level of the spiritual level, he is very powerful. Are you sure you want to engage in a prisoner fight?"
"Yes." Yuan Guodou nodded affirmatively, and then the old man let Yuan Guodou step into the prison fighting arena.
"snort."
In the stands, Wan Xing snorted coldly, seeming a little displeased.
Feng Jingyun was also a little surprised that the old man would actually remind Yuan Guodou. When he entered the prison and fought with the manticore, no one had reminded him that the manticore was very powerful.
"Boss, that slave martial artist is going to be in trouble."
At this time, Cheng Qiang said something, which made Feng Jingyun look at him strangely and asked: "Why? I have seen his strength before, and there is nothing special about it. I don't think he is necessarily the opponent of this slave martial artist."