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128 Lien Chan

noon.

It's getting a little brighter.

Nancheng Xuanzi Arena No. 9.

A woman held a knife in both hands, but looked at the ring with a confused look that was at her feet one moment, and far away from her the next moment.

"Am I...losing?"

She didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Number 102 wins."

Until the female nun made her verdict.

The woman clenched her sword tightly and looked at the young man who was slowly walking down from the stage in despair.

Not to mention her, of all the people present, there were only a few who could clearly see the battle situation.

"Such a fast move. What kind of hidden movement technique did this person use? You need to be careful when facing him in the future."

"The sword is not used yet, but he still cares about the beauty. This is really the style of a young man from a noble family. If I were to take action, this woman would not have more scars on her body."

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that there is such a good hand hidden inside the outer door... This time it's so fierce, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to get."

After winning the match easily, Chen Qingyan left Nancheng directly after stepping down.

"Hahaha, brothers are very skilled."

The middle-aged man who came here to have a meal before did not know when he followed him.

Chen Qingyan ignored him and walked through the street.

The other party was unwilling to give up and his mind was obviously abnormal.

"roll."

Tired of being annoyed, Chen Qingyan shouted loudly.

"young."

The middle-aged man looked surprised, and the facial features on his face began to change, as if he was suppressing it, so that his face kept changing from a lion face to a human face.

Chen Qingyan had long understood that the middle-aged man who was pestering him must have practiced some kind of alien technique, and his origin had begun to be unable to suppress the animal nature that was ready to move.

With a little stimulation, it will explode.

He can see it, and so can everyone else.

Therefore, when the middle-aged man took the stage at the beginning, the opponent with the number sixty-six did not take the stage.

What I'm worried about is that this lunatic has lost control.

It's okay to face ordinary people, but if you face an inner disciple or an opponent with a trump card like Fei Yihe, you will definitely lose.

Not even a 10% chance of winning.

My luck was bad enough. I bumped into such a lunatic before I even got on stage.

"If I were you, I would leave Jugucheng immediately and find a quiet place to strengthen my foundation. This way I can survive for a while longer."

Chen Qingyan's tone was cold: "But if you continue to follow me, you will die now."

As he spoke, a shadow appeared behind Chen Qingyan, and his energy, which had been condensed to the extreme, burst out like the tip of an iceberg.

Disappears in an instant.

The middle-aged man was soaked with sweat, his legs were weak, and his limbs were weak.

All the assumptions that had filled the body and mind before, almost out of control, disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had encountered natural enemies.

He looked at the young man's retreating back, his chapped lips trembled, and murmured: "I can't leave yet! I can't leave yet!"

Showing the Qinggang Order, Chen Qingyan started to go up the mountain.

He was once on night patrol in Beicheng. In order to save time on traveling back and forth, he thought about finding a new residence in Beicheng. However, before he could put this idea into action, he was sent to Chongyue to garrison.

It's even less necessary now.

When he became an outer disciple, the housing he applied for was indeed shabby, but he didn't stay here for a long time.

On the surface, Chen Qingyan is now a subordinate of Fei Yilong, a monk from the inner sect, and is used to do odd jobs.

With this relationship, he no longer has to worry about being transferred at will. Working under a monk is also a job. Fei Yilong is the issuer of the task, for Xiao Gong.

When Chen Qingyan becomes a monk, he can apply for a new residence, or find a place to build his own cave.

...

The third day.

It started to rain again.

The heavy rain failed to dampen the enthusiasm of Nancheng residents to watch the show. Under the Xuanzi No. 9 arena, countless people were wearing raincoats, waving notes, and shouting the names of the fighters on the stage.

But someone took the opportunity to start gambling. The bookmaker had a lot of background and actually got the contestants' information.

"Wang Teng", who performed brilliantly yesterday, is also on the list.

When Chen Qingyan defeated his opponent and stepped off the stage, a group of fanatical people were shouting his name, which was also mixed with curses.

Chen Qingyan didn't want to stay any longer, so he walked through the crowd and left.

Day four.

The weather got worse, and the heavy rain in Nancheng finally made some residents leave the arena. Perhaps the enthusiasm dissipated, and the ordinary residents who watched the excitement did not come.

But those gamblers did not really leave, but took shelter from the rain in teahouses, shop eaves and other places.

For three consecutive days, three rounds were eliminated.

Chen Qingyan looked at the female cultivator on the stage, where her magic power was flowing and she was invulnerable to all weathers, waiting for her announcement.

when--!

The bells echoed over Jugu City.

"No. 9, No. 102, come on stage."

The woman said after the bell stopped ringing.

Chen Qingyan held on to the edge of the bamboo hat and walked slowly onto the ring.

On the other side, the wind and rain were blowing, and a sturdy man with a sword on his shoulder came carrying the rain.

This man was over two meters tall, had a short head, and was dressed in coarse linen. The knife on his shoulder was very heavy, as if he was carrying an iron pillar instead of a weapon.

He has a fierce temperament and seems to have experienced countless fights.

The moment he took the stage, a loud shout broke out from his mouth, and the wind and rain in the air were disturbed by the roar.

The knife cut down amidst the cover of the roar.

Like black lightning crackling from the sky.

Loud bang.

The arena collapsed into pieces.

But Chen Qingyan was nowhere to be seen.

"Behind", someone exclaimed and shouted, but no matter how fast the sound spread, it was not as fast as the speed of drawing the knife.

Chen Qingyan pulled out the Zhaoxie Sword.

The sparkling light reflects a silver light on the blade surface.

Then, the Zhaoxie knife returned to its sheath.

"Number 102 wins."

There were slight fluctuations in the female cultivator's cold voice.

"Winning? How is it possible, I can still... Ugh!

"

The sturdy man squatted down as if he had realized it in hindsight, and behind him, a round of blood mist shot out from a wound that cut across his waist.

At the teahouse outside the stadium, all the spectators took a deep breath of air-conditioning.

"What a fast sword. Not only his body skills, his sword skills are even more terrifying."

"This Wang Teng seems to be just an outer disciple. Where did he learn such sword skills and skills? Without Yuan Dan to resist, you and I are definitely no match."

"Oh, no matter how good your body skills are or how fast your sword skills are, they can't stop the power of the magic weapon. Let him win a few more games. When he reaches the main peak arena, he will definitely lose against us."

"Defeat is inevitable? Have you forgotten something? This guy is Fei Yilong's subordinate. You don't think he has no weapons, right?"

"I heard that Fei Yilong's magical weapon was given to his cousin. Maybe it really doesn't exist."

"You have never been to Qingyan Alchemy Shop, but I bought two magic pills here. Fei Yilong has a lot of good things."

"Oh, is that a strong rival?"

"At least Fei Yihe is a strong enemy. I advise you not to underestimate him if you meet him."

"As for Wang Teng, I haven't felt the power of Yuan Dan in him. Pay more attention. I think I can defeat him even without a magic weapon."

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