He took out a big knife from the stored magic weapon, lifted it up and slashed towards Lin Feng's head.
Behind him, Uncle Lei's eyelids twitched slightly, and he stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Jun, saying: "Master, I think letting him die like this is too cheap for him. He should be made worse off than death, like... there!"
When Zhao Jun heard this, he was immediately happy. He seemed to like Uncle Lei's suggestion. He immediately put away his sword and wanted to kick Lin Feng, but he was afraid of foot pain, so he had to walk around the room and found the treasure hidden by Lin Feng.
gourd.
The treasure gourd is extremely simple. It looks like an ordinary gourd on the gourd vine, but practitioners can feel its magic. Unlike the Qiankun bag, which is refined acquiredly, the treasure gourd is innate, even inside.
There are Dao patterns, which are very precious.
"This is such a good treasure!" Zhao Jun was overjoyed and tried to open it, but failed. He couldn't help but hang it on his waist. He was not in a hurry and ordered Uncle Lei to pick up Lin Feng and head there.
There is a place for life and death competition, where countless slave monks are kept in captivity, fighting each other, and other monks can gamble and watch in a special place.
The monks who were captured there were living in a life worse than death, and their death was miserable. Zhao Jun felt that only this kind of place could relieve his anger.
After ordering people to sell Lin Feng to the arena, he had no interest in continuing to observe. Lin Feng's end was already doomed.
Zhao Jun called for the carriage and was about to go home. In the carriage, he couldn't wait to take out the treasure gourd and observe it carefully.
"Uncle Lei, do you have a way to open this gourd? This is a treasure!" Zhao Jun couldn't help but be a little anxious and asked Uncle Lei on the side, but then his eyes were wide open and he looked in disbelief.
At the same time, his body was twitching and blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. After a few breaths, he became a corpse.
"Haha, of course you can open it. After all, this is a big secret of my seven meridians of Xuanji Sect!" Uncle Lei's eyes flashed with strange light. He penetrated Zhao Jun's body with his right hand, but the hand was not old at all, but petite.
As tender as a woman.
Somewhat disgusted, he wiped the blood on Zhao Jun's hands. Uncle Lei changed his body shape, turned into a petite girl in the blink of an eye, and jumped out of the carriage.
"Even if I am forced to swear that I will not kill you personally, I have tens of thousands of ways to kill you!"
The girl smiled evilly, her eyes were so evil that if she looked at them for a second, she would feel like her mind would be taken away from her.
Lin Feng was in a coma for a day and a night, and finally woke up.
But now, he couldn't turn his head. He didn't know when the Resurrection Pill was swallowed into his stomach. Now he was lying there and letting two third-class Lin Feng gently scrape it into powder.
Could it be that he was too seriously injured and swallowed the Resurrection Pill in a daze?
What should I do about Ye Shi? I still remember that Ye Shi disappeared before he fell into coma. Was there something unexpected?
Besides, why I am here is simply baffling.
There was a stench in the air, the ground was very damp, and there were piles of weeds in the corners. This was a prison. Lin Feng tried to break the walls or iron doors, but unfortunately, even with all his strength, there was no damage.
This is not a prison for ordinary people, but a prison for monks.
But the key point is why he is here. The treasure gourd was left in Mingyueju, and the clothes on his body were replaced by dirty and damaged prison clothes.
Fortunately, the Qingxuan Sword was thrown away next to him like rubbish. These idiots were really arrogant.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged, with his arms folded, looking dazed, constantly searching for fragments in his memory.
"1473, it's your turn, come out!" The iron door was opened and a person shouted.
After hearing this, Lin Feng stood up, took the Qingxuan Sword and walked out.
This was an opportunity. Lin Feng originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to escape, but there was always a feeling in his subconscious that he was suppressing this idea. After feeling it carefully, he felt that there seemed to be a master in charge of this prison, at least one at the Golden Core level.
The Golden Core Realm is indeed the watershed for monks. Lin Feng can defeat monks at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he has no power to fight back in front of the Golden Core Realm monks. This is depressing.
Sigh, let’s take a look at the specific situation first!
The prison was a bit dark and damp, but when the follower walked to the exit, the light suddenly became dazzling.
"Kill, kill, kill him!"
"I have put all my wealth on you, give me a voice, and you will be rewarded if you win!"
Earth-shaking shouts came from all directions. Lin Feng squinted his eyes and raised his head, only to see tens of thousands of monks sitting on high platforms around him, each holding a bill in their hands and roaring crazily.
A monk came over from the opposite side. He was very tall, with strong muscles all over his body, and a fierce look on his face. He looked at Lin Feng as if he were looking at a little lamb.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, as big as a copper bell, and quite imposing.
Then, he arched his body, made claw-like hands with his hands, and rushed over, as if he wanted to tear Lin Feng into pieces.
Lin Feng was upset and was not polite. He raised his leg and kicked him away. The opponent's huge body hit the wall. The place shook suddenly and the man couldn't get up for a long time.
"Mader, who brought me to the arena? If I catch him, I will have to tear him alive!"
Lin Feng cursed angrily, but he also knew that the backstage of those who could open an arena was usually relatively tough. It was rare to hear of any fighter escaping. Fortunately, he didn't rush out in a hurry.
Lin Feng is very calm. This is due to his childhood experience. As an orphan, he has been wandering around since childhood, looking for food in garbage dumps, or fighting for food with wild dogs.
He suffered ridicule and contempt from countless people, but he survived it all.
"Made, you are so big and useless, you have caused me to lose so much!"
"I won, I won, haha, I actually won!"
Some people in the arena were surprised and some were angry, but it was none of Lin Feng's business. After the game was over, he was taken back to the room where he was imprisoned.
Sitting calmly in the corner, Lin Feng sat cross-legged. He had a personality of taking things as he came.
Lin Feng had no intention of accepting his fate, but he knew nothing about this place and needed to think long and hard before escaping.
Sitting cross-legged, Lin Feng looked inside his Dantian. He only used one-third of the Resurrection Pill to treat injuries. The remaining two-thirds had huge medicinal power. Perhaps if used effectively, he could break through several small realms.
must.
Although the arena cannot be played on the stage and people often die, food and drink are all provided, except for the need to play one to three times a day.
With Lin Feng's strength, anyone who is not in the Golden Core realm can push through.
But Lin Feng also kept an eye on it. After all, this is not the Xuanji Sect or the Qin Kingdom. Xuantian Nine Transformations are at least top-notch martial arts. There is no guarantee that anyone will covet them, so Lin Feng abandons them. However, he can win the competition simply by relying on his fighting experience.