A low voice rang in her ears, and Murong Yin couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Her mood improved for the whole day.
Kissing the man on the chin, he turned over and walked over to wash up.
Yun Yi turned over, there were some wrinkles in his white underwear, but he didn't care, he just looked at the little girl dotingly and ran away after teasing her.
After Murong Yin washed up, she found that the man was looking at her for a moment and felt funny.
He stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand: "Get up quickly. Let's finish the hundred fights quickly. Then go to the underground market to see if there are any medicinal materials you need."
Murong Yin has been thinking about Yun Yi's injury.
Nowadays, apart from the twin lotuses and a vitality leaf, the required medicinal materials are not found at all, including the heart of magma, the netherworld flower, and the green lotus chalcedony, and eight vitality leaves are not found.
Hearing this, Yun Yi didn't say a word, he just pulled the woman into his arms again and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Yin'er, thank you."
After a long time, Yun Yi retreated, holding the woman's cheek with both hands carefully, and kissed her on the lips, feeling warm in his heart.
...
In the fighting arena.
Murong Yin stood among the ten fighters, and his cold eyes swept over the ten fighters one by one.
Ignoring the hostile and lewd glances from around him, he slowly took out a dagger and tossed it around casually.
"Today's first fight begins now!"
With a loud shout, the ten fighters moved in unison.
The shouts at the scene gradually disappeared from Murong Yin's senses. At this time, her attention was only on the nine fighters around her.
Purple thunder and lightning flashed, and the figure swayed and disappeared into the crowd.
The black iron fan turned into a dagger will stop only when it sees blood wherever it goes!
He opened his palms and turned the dagger with a cold light in a circle, his cold eyes flashed, and a sneer flowed from the corner of his mouth.
With a slight wave of her arm and a twist of her wrist, the ferocious man in front of her fell down in front of her.
The hair moves slightly, the corners of the mouth
He tapped his toes, twisted his waist, and his body disappeared in a strange way.
The next second, he had already ducked behind the attacker.
Cold light flashes.
"Pfft——"
Bright red and hot blood spattered and fell on the face of the only survivor besides Murong Yin.
Eyes widened in horror, the attacker reached out and touched his neck in disbelief.
The bright red and hot blood stung his eyes, and in the end, he died with his eyes open.
The scene was completely silent.
No one thought that today's fight would end so quickly.
With cold eyes locked on the remaining fighter, Murong Yin curled her lips indifferently, threw the dagger, turned into a dark iron fan, and pressed it against the fighter's neck.
"I...I give up!"
A frightened voice came from the mouth of the person in front of him. Murong Yin's expression remained unchanged. When the referee announced the result, he took back the black iron fan and turned around to leave.
"Ahhhhh! Go to hell!"
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.
The fighter who had already surrendered suddenly jumped up when Murong Yin turned around, raised the sword in his hand with a ferocious expression, and wanted to sneak attack from behind.
"Ah, look, that fighter is sneaking up from behind!"
"Mad! It's so disgusting!"
"Can you speak? The Shura Fighting Arena only accepts victory and defeat! Who is to blame for 3080's lack of defense?"
"That No. 3079 has just given up defeat, and now he's here for a sneak attack. Get down!"
For a moment, because of No. 3079’s action, the spectators outside the stadium were quickly divided into three groups!
One group thinks that 3079 is doing the right thing, the other is disgusted with what 3079 is doing, and some have no reaction at all.
"Hey! The winning contestant No. 3080 will soon become the soul under the sword!"
Someone shouted, and the audience outside the venue focused their attention on the fighting arena again, paying attention to the rapid changes in this scene.
Murong Yin, who had his back to the fighter, curled his lips in a sneer and continued walking expressionlessly.
"three."
"two."
"one."
"Boom——, sizzle——"
"ah--!"
Murong Yin raised her red lips and counted playfully.
When the sound of "one" fell, the sneak attacker who was about to succeed was chopped into ashes by the divine thunder falling from the sky in full view of everyone!
Everyone was stunned by the changes in this scene.
This scene happened so fast that no one could react.
"What's going on? How come there is a divine thunder in the Shura Fighting Arena? And it just hit 3079!"
"Do you think it's 3080 that's causing the problem?"
Outside the court, some people couldn't help but speculate.
3080 is Murong Yin's code name in the fighting arena.
"I'm afraid you're not kidding me! How can such a level of divine thunder be possessed by a weakling in the soul-dead period!"
Some people couldn't help but refute, and there was disdain for 3080 between the lines.
Someone agreed with this person's view: "If you ask me, it's just that 3079 wants to carry out a sneak attack, but Heaven knows about it and cannot tolerate him!"
"Isn't the Shura Fighting Field known as a paradise for monks? How come there is such a nasty thing as thunder calamity!"
Someone murmured dissatisfiedly.
A monk who breaks through every major level will encounter thunder disaster!
Surviving the tribulation means a narrow escape, so many practitioners hate the thunder tribulation!
It can be said that most of the cultivators who come to the Shura Fighting Field want to escape the boring boring practice and the endless thunder tribulations. A very small number of them actually come to experience it!
You can place bets on every game in the fighting arena. So if you win a hundred games, you can choose to live a blissful life on this level, or you can choose the next level. Of course, when all the spiritual stones obtained through victory are consumed
When the time comes, it will be over again.
At this time, the cultivators whose bodies have been hollowed out by wine and meat, their gold and jade are ruined on the outside, and most of them become the dead souls of other fighters.
Amid everyone's discussion, Murong Yin calmly left the No. 5 fighting arena and came to the No. 7 fighting arena.
She is getting ready for the next one.
"Hey, have you heard? Half a month ago, a man and a woman came here. The woman is now in the fighting arena on the second floor. It is said that today is the second hundred games!"
"Of course I heard about it! During this period, she is the most lively! With a bow, she can kill everyone! If she wins today, she can go to the third floor!
Hey, thinking about the possible life on the third floor, I envy her very much!"
"What is there to envy? The man and the woman look like they are Taoist companions, and they are here to practice. How can they care about our fighting arena?"
While walking and stopping along the way, Murong Yin listened to the conversations of passers-by and couldn't help but guess.
Could it be that Sister You and Elder Muyun are here too?
Just as he was thinking about it, Yun Yi had already stepped back from the auditorium of Arena No. 5, collected the money he won from betting, and followed behind Murong Yin.
Because there were so many people, everyone wore masks, and Yun Yi deliberately restrained his aura, so not many people paid attention to them.
"Yun Yi, do you think Sister You and the others will be here?" Murong Yin secretly sent a message.
