"This is the largest spirit fighting arena in Shrek City! Here, there is blood and dreams! Here..."
Xiang Wuqing raised his forehead helplessly and said, "Don't talk so much useless nonsense, let's get to the point!"
Fan Ya smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, sorry, it's a professional habit. Our Dragon Spirit Fighting Arena is built on the underground floor and can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. Please follow me."
The long stairs met the dim light, and the blood-heated roar became clearer and clearer.
Walking down the stairs and crossing the corridor, a golden hall appeared in front of you, with a huge sky blue crystal stone standing in the center of the hall.
There are many small private rooms around the hall. Fan Ya led Xiang Qing Wu to private room No. 666. Xiang Qing Wu looked at the many names and numbers displayed on the crystal stone tablet. Xiang Qing Wu squinted and said, "Soul guide?" Fan Ya smiled and said, "Little
My brother has a good eye. This is the information center for all Soul Fighting personnel in the Soul Fighting Arena. On one side is the name and record of the top 100 strongest soul masters currently participating in the Soul Fighting Arena. On the other is information about the upcoming Soul Fighting competitions. The information is updated in real time.
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"Also, you can place bets on the soul masters you are optimistic about here. We have professionals responsible for your bets."
Xiang Wuqing frowned and asked, "What is the approximate cultivation level of these soul masters participating in the soul fighting?" Fan Ya thought for a while, and then said, "The battle between the three-ring soul master is the entry level, and the duel between the five-ring soul king is the highest level."
"I know." After saying that, Xiang Qingqing handed over a gold card and said, "Prevent me from winning 10 consecutive games."
Fan Ya took the gold card and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly when looking at the numbers on the card. One hundred thousand gold soul coins, this little brother is such a big hand.
Xiang Wuqing said calmly, "Go and help me arrange the soul fight."
Fan Ya responded, "Okay, little brother." Having been a receptionist for many years, Fan Ya knew very well when to speak and when not to speak. This little brother's identity is not simple...
Fan Ya had already stepped on her stilettos, twisted her waist and turned around to leave.
Xiang Qingqing watched the Soul Fighting Arena gently tapping the armrest of the chair with his right index finger. The highest level duel between soul masters in the Soul Fighting Arena was only the Soul King level, which was just enough for him to practice his skills.
Fan Ya worked very efficiently. After a while, she came over with an identity card. She turned slightly sideways and said, "Little brother, this is your battle card. You can participate in ten soul battles tonight."
"Yes." Xiang Qingqing nodded slightly and took the ID tag. The ID tag was a small soul guide with a blue crystal display on it, which showed the number ten.
Fan Ya paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Do you need to hide your identity? We can provide masks."
Xiang Qingqing stood up and shook his head gently, "No need, take me to the spirit fighting arena." When did I, Xiang Wuqing, need to hide my identity?
Looking at Xiang Qingqing's chiseled profile at close range, Fan Ya couldn't help but lick her lips slightly, and then said softly, "Okay, please follow me."
The entrance to the spirit fighting arena is at the bottom of the auditorium, and the closed passage looks very quiet. Suddenly, a young man with black hair attracted Xiang Wuqing's attention. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a thin figure and a pair of eyes.
But it's extremely bright.
He was leaning against the wall, his feet casually placed together, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.
Fan Ya suddenly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master Long."
"Um."
The young man ignored Fan Ya and instead glanced at Xiang Qingwu with interest. Xiang Wuqing looked at him and found that there was a slightly restrained murderous intent in his eyes... This was not murderous intent directed at Xiang Wuqing, but at this young man.
A kind of aura that comes with experiencing life and death.
This young man must have had many lives in his hands.
…
Walking out of the young man's sight, Fan Ya breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, causing the fullness in her chest to tremble slightly, and then she said with relief, "Every time I am stared at by Master Long, there is a threat of death.
horrible."
Xiang Qingqing asked curiously, "He is very interesting. But is he very strong?"
Looking at Xiang Qingqing who didn't care, Fan Ya said with a serious face, "Little brother, you must not try to provoke Lord Long. Lord Long's current cultivation level is close to that of the Soul Emperor. He once created hundreds of consecutive battles in the Soul Fighting Arena.
A winning record!”
"Interesting." Xiang Wuqing smiled and walked towards the gray door in front of him. He took out his hand from his trouser pocket and waved it gently, and then said casually, "Wish me good luck."
Fan Ya nodded to the strong man in front of the gray door, then smiled at Xiang Qingqing, "Come on, little brother." This boy is so handsome. He held Fan Ya's slender legs together at the edge of his skirt and couldn't help but smile.
Red, red.
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When Xiang Qingrui, with his hands in his pockets, appeared on the long carpet leading to the Soul Fighting Stage, the whole place fell into a strange silence. He was so young. How dare he come to participate in the Soul Fight at such a young age. You must know that Dragon Martial Arts Fighting
Even if you are beaten to death on the Soul Platform, it is not against the rules.
The rules on this kind of soul fighting platform are that there are no rules. Use every method to make your opponent step down or lose their ability to fight!
In the first game, Xiang Qingqing fights against Night Cat.
Three-ringed Soul Lord, one white and two yellow.
Wuhun Night Cat.
Most people didn't think highly of Xiang Qingwu, but there was a fat man in luxurious clothes, with a mustache and a smile on his face who looked at Xiang Wuqing with interest.
Time flies by and the battle on the Soul Fighting Stage has begun.
The young man did not have any intention of looking down on Xiang Qingqing. You must know that in Shrek City, the most indispensable thing is young monsters.
The first soul skill is animal transformation.
The ears become pointed, and claws pop out on each hand.
The second soul skill, Night Shadow Thrust.
The night cat turned into a black stream of light and rushed towards Xiang Qingqing.
The third soul skill, Night Blade.
The sharp blade that emerged from Night Cat's claws contained three feet of black light, which looked extremely powerful.
The slender black sword appears in the hand. Oh, it's a broken sword!
A sword of starlight...
The left hand is in the pocket, and the right hand is broken with a sword.
When the cupping started, the six relatives didn’t recognize each other.
Wow... everyone in the audience exclaimed. I didn't expect this kid to be quite powerful.
"Xiang Qingqing, do you need to rest? Every contestant in the spirit fighting field has three intermission opportunities. The rest time is a quarter of an hour..."
Xiang Qingqing looked at the audience and said calmly, "No need, if your spirit fighting arena only has this kind of stuff, then I will be very boring tonight."
Damn, school is so boring, I finally got out to relax, that’s it?
wind
The wind has risen
The second soul master's martial soul is Feng Yi...
The first soul skill, unparalleled wind blade.
Two wind blades swept from bottom to top from different directions. Starlight flashed in Xiang Qingqing's eyes, and he responded with two sword blades. He took three steps forward to the left and raised his sword!
Yun Zhongzi's second soul skill, the wind surged, and the strands of wind surged into a knife. Xiang Qingqing narrowed his eyes, and the power spread, and the starlight gathered and pierced the middle door.
break!
Yun Zhongzi's wings moved slightly, and he quickly slid back, avoiding Xiang Qingwu's stab.
"snort!"
Using his right hand again, the Broken Sword meteor flew towards Yun Zhongzi like a moon...
Da da da……
Wandering over and picking up the broken sword, Xiang Wuqing glanced around the field silently, "Next!"
At this time, some people could no longer sit still. You must know that in the gambling game that just started, someone beat Xiang Qingqing, an unknown boy, to win ten times in a row, and many people who wanted to receive subsistence allowances beat him.
If Xiang Qingwu continues to win, many people will lose their money tonight.
A sturdy man with a muscular back slowly came onto the stage. He looked directly at Xiang Wuwu and said in a low voice, "Boy, you are too arrogant."
"Haha." Xiang Wuqing smiled and did not refute anything. You must know that these days in Shrek Academy are the most low-key time he has spent in these years.
Roar!
Martial Spirit Giant Bear.
The three yellow soul rings all lit up, and all of them were actually amplified soul skills. An earth-yellow giant bear phantom beat its chest behind the strong man and roared, roaring..., earth-yellow hair appeared on the strong man's arms, and the strong man's arm appeared.
Han's body size increased to three meters.
Boom, boom, boom... Moreover, this stupid bear was not satisfied with the speed and quickly rushed towards Xiang Qingqing.
Click!
Putting the broken sword on the ground, Xiang Qingqing held his hands together and moved his wrists, then punched... Bang!
I saw the three-meter-tall strong man flying into the air with graceful posture...
Boom!
The bursts of dust that were thrown up separated when they encountered Xiang Qingwu. Xiang Wuqing waved his right hand, and a blue-purple electric current flashed through. The ink-colored broken sword returned to his hand. The broken sword pointed lightly at the audience, "Next!"
This kid's martial arts spirit is useless! The middle-aged fat man in the audience smiled at the entourage next to him and said, "After this, send someone to check this kid's background."
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Ten consecutive victories was just a matter of time for Xiang Qingqing. He put away his ink sword and slowly stepped down from the stage amidst wailing sounds. Fan Ya ran towards Xiang Wuqing with a surprised look on his face and said to Xiang Qingwu with small steps, "Little brother, you
That's great." Although he didn't calculate it in detail, Fan Ya could probably calculate that this guy would earn more than a million tonight.
Fan Ya took Xiang Wuqing to close the deal, earning a total of 1.2 million gold soul coins.
After collecting the money, Xiang Qingqing asked casually, "By the way, Fanya, where is the nearest hotel from here?"
"Ah?" Fan Ya asked doubtfully, "Little brother, won't you go home tonight?" Xiang Qingqing glanced at Fan Ya and said, "You have too many questions."
Fan Ya didn't care, but her eyes lit up, she licked her seductive red lips and said, "Little brother, you are now our super VIP, and you can arrange a dedicated room for the night.
After a slight pause, Fan Ya moved forward and whispered into Xiang Wuqing's ear, "If brother, you are afraid of sleeping alone, sister, I can accompany you."
Fan Ya spat out a small mouth and felt a trace of hot air hitting his ears. Xiang Qingqing glanced at Fan Ya in surprise, then chuckled, "Okay."