As the blood stone competition began, people from each tribe jumped onto the blood stone and started a desperate battle.
The devil world is a place where survival depends on strength. As long as your spiritual power is high enough and your cultivation is strong enough, you can get corresponding status and respect; on the contrary, if you are just a mediocre person, you will always be stepped on.
, suffered bullying and enslavement.
The seemingly cruel laws of survival force people from various tribes to continue to practice and improve their combat effectiveness, thereby promoting the continuous growth of the demon clan. The Blood Stone Arena is a platform for everyone who desires success to show their strength.
You must fight with all your strength, and it is better to give it a try than to live in an ignoble way.
Therefore, in every blood stone competition, countless contestants will die on the field, and many people will become powerful and rise to the upper echelons of the demon world, living a noble life with fine clothes and fine food.
People kept screaming and falling off the ring, and new people kept joining the competition. The fierce battle did not arouse the interest of Meng Zirou and the others at all. You know, Ao Sheng, the weakest among them, didn't know anything better than these.
The contestants are so many times stronger, let alone the others.
Watching such a competition means nothing to the cultivation of several people. Sitting here is just to wait for the final winner, let Meng Zirou fight with him, and then challenge Han Ji.
Meng Zirou jokingly encouraged Aosheng to participate in the competition so that he could work as an official in the Dark Army.
Unexpectedly, Aosheng curled his lips disdainfully: "Who wants to go to the Black Legion, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals? I am the future new leader of the Ao tribe, how can I associate with them! Tell me, am I right, Sister Xianyu?
?" As he said that, he looked at Xianyu with a smile on his face and a look on his face that he didn't want to be beaten.
Xianyu couldn't help but feel itchy in his hand. A sharp shudder landed on Aosheng's head mercilessly: "Shut up, how many times have I told you not to call me sister Xianyu."
In terms of age, Aosheng has lived to be four thousand years old. Although he can only be regarded as a young man among the Ao people, he is still more than a thousand years older than Xianyu, but he always likes to act young in front of Xianyu.
"Then what is my name?" Aosheng touched the red envelope on his head aggrievedly, and shouted dissatisfied.
——"Call Captain."
——"Yes, Captain Sister."
"Uh." With a long sigh, Xianyu rolled her eyes helplessly, turned her head in resignation, and stopped paying attention to the serious and silly Aosheng.
"Rou'er, look at this person!" Lu Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, reminding Meng Zirou who was watching the show.
Turning around, Meng Zirou looked at the competition ground attentively. A man in a green shirt stood in the field. He was not tall and had a slightly thin figure, but his attacks were extremely neat, and he had defeated demons of all sizes.
No more than ten moves.
Observing carefully, Meng Zirou was surprised to find that this man did not fight with all his strength. Every time he attacked, he only knocked the opponent off the ring, but did not harm anyone's life.
Looking questioningly at Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao understood what she meant, nodded affirmatively, and said with a slight solemnity: "It seems that you have to defeat this person first before you can challenge Han Ji!".
"Who is he?" Meng Zirou also became serious and looked at Lu Xiao seriously.
——"Wu Xi Clan, if I read it correctly, he should be a jade pen."
As the two people talked, another person was kicked off the blood stone. The competition ground became quiet, and no one was seen on the stage again for a long time.
The onlookers were talking a lot, and Qingfin flew to the competition venue, waved to everyone, and after silence, he announced loudly: "If there is no more challenger, then the winner today is -----"
"Wait a minute." A scream interrupted Qing Fin's sentence. A red figure floated lightly on the competition field.
"Purple pupil girl" Qing Fin's usually neat tongue suddenly became tangled.
"Why, I can't participate?" Meng Zirou looked at Qingfin provocatively, with a disdainful smile on her face.
"Yes, of course, please," Qingfin promised repeatedly and quickly disappeared into the competition venue. As a rare spiritual beast in the river, the white-fin dolphin has a much higher IQ than ordinary species, not to mention that he has been practicing for more than three thousand years.
, I still have this ability to assess the situation.
"Legend tribe, Meng Zirou." Meng Zirou clasped his hands and saluted first. To be honest, Meng Zirou really admired the man in front of him. He was young and promising, with an imposing figure, but he had a gentleness and humility that was rare in the demon world.
The important thing is that he showed mercy to others, which Meng Zirou was extremely sure of.
"Wu Xi Clan, Xing Yue." After bowing in return, Xing Yue did not attack immediately. He just straightened his body and stood there quietly. Meng Zirou did not move either, and there was no expression on his calm face. The people around him
The air suddenly solidified, and the heartbeat could be heard quietly. The two of them stood quietly like this, with no one around them making a sound, quietly waiting for the battle to come.
Time passed bit by bit, and the people around him began to be curious, then confused, then anxious, and finally disappointed and couldn't help but curse. But the two people in the venue still didn't move, looking at each other.
Lock each other tightly.
"Master, what are Miss Meng and the others doing?" Xianyu couldn't help but ask.
"Of course it's a martial arts competition." Lu Xiao replied with a smile: "Just watch it slowly."
"Yes!" Nodding vigorously, Xianyu stopped saying anything. Although he was confused in his heart, he absolutely believed and obeyed Lu Xiao.
I don't know who was the first to pick up a stone and throw it to the competition field, followed by countless stones and tree branches with shouts and curses. But to everyone's surprise, these things all bounced back in mid-air, and some even
It turned into ashes directly. It turned out that the powerful aura formed by two invisible spiritual powers had already surrounded the entire competition field.
"They are competing for spiritual power." Qingfin sighed in surprise.
You must know that turning the spiritual power you have cultivated into a shaped aura, and directly using it to compete with each other, although it seems simple, is extremely demanding on the cultivation of the warriors. Not only does the spiritual power need to be strong, but also a steady stream, in order to be able to
Ensure the durability of the confrontation.
Observing the two of them carefully, it was not difficult to see that Xingyun had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly.
Meng Zirou remained as calm as before. Suddenly, a ray of red light suddenly appeared on his body, and an even more powerful spiritual power surged towards Xingyun like a wave.
The unexpected attack caught Xingyun off guard. With a muffled groan, he took a few steps back in embarrassment. Xingyun fell down on the competition stage, helplessly closing his eyes and waiting for the fatal move.
However, Meng Zirou withdrew her spiritual power in time, stood proudly in front of him, and did not attack again.
Opening his eyes in surprise, Xingyun stared at the woman in red in confusion, and instantly understood her intentions, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "I admit defeat."
"Now I announce that the winner of this Blood Stone Competition is Meng Zirou." Qing Fin's voice echoed in the air for a long time, shocking everyone's ears. The red figure stood abruptly on the empty blood stone.