"Little Jianzi..."
Lu Chen stepped forward quickly, released the Green Emperor Sacred Tree, slowly pulled Nan Tian Yijian down, and quickly fed him a Heaven-Returning Pill.
"Hey, boss, how's my performance? I didn't embarrass you this time."
Nan Tian Yijian slowly opened his eyes and grinned when he looked at Lu Chen's face.
He raised his hands tremblingly, trying to grab Lu Chen's palm: "I can also be invincible at the same level, but my aura can't hold on anymore."
"Yes, Xiao Jianzi, you are already very strong."
Lu Chen quickly grabbed Nan Tian Yijian's palm and said nervously: "Get some rest quickly, I will do the rest of the battle for you."
Lu Chen looked at Nan Tian Yijian in his arms and was deeply moved. After not seeing him for a few days, the young man in front of him was already able to take charge of his own business.
"Okay, after coming out of the secret realm, I haven't seen the boss fight yet. When the time comes, I will play the piano to cheer up the boss."
Nan Tian Yijian leaned against Lu Chen and gently plucked the strings beside him: "By the way, be sure to remember not to lose the loot."
"That's all cultivation. I still need to rely on it to catch up with the boss's cultivation, and..."
Before Nan Tian Yijian finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, pointing at the trophy he had won on the table.
"Little Jianzi..."
Lu Chen was particularly anxious when he saw Nan Tian Yijian suddenly falling asleep.
Jun Wudi looked at Nan Tian Yijian and nodded: "Xiao Lu'er, he is just over-exhausted and will recover after a night's rest. You can take him back first."
"It's okay." Lu Chen looked at Jun Wudi, nodded and said, "I understand, Uncle Jun."
In this battle, although Nan Tian Yijian did not directly defeat Jun Xiaoma by relying on his strength, it also proved Nan Tian Yijian's courage and talent.
The monks in Fengtian Mansion all made way for Lu Chen. Their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Nan Tian Yijian, and they no longer dared to look down on him.
"Don't worry, I will definitely put all the trophies in your room."
Lu Chen put all the trophies on the table into Nan Tian Yijian, turned around and looked at Mr. Jun, then picked up Nan Tian Yijian and returned to the room to rest.
Mr. Jun picked up the No. 2 brand of Nantian Yijian and flew onto the ring: "Xiao Jianzi is my third brother. His wish is your trophy, so I will continue to fight on his behalf."
"Who's going to play next? You guys can bring the trophies up to you."
Master Jun quickly formed a seal with his hands, summoned the magical spear, danced a flower spear in front of him, and pointed it at the people in the audience.
"Second...Second Young Master."
The thin monk holding the No. 3 sign off the field suddenly fell down when he saw the military master holding a spear on the field.
The thin monk looked at the ring and said tremblingly: "Second Young Master, you don't have to be like this. How can we play now that you are on the stage?"
"Stop talking nonsense, you either lose it all or lose half of it."
Master Jun held a spear and danced a trick at the monk who was talking: "Also, before going on stage, suppress your cultivation to the first level of the Breath Control Realm."
"Oh... what a bad luck. Second Young Master, you must be gentler."
The thin monk sighed, took out half of the trophies and placed them on the table. Then he took out the spear behind him dejectedly and slowly stepped onto the ring.
Looking at the spear in the hands of the military master in front of him, the thin monk said: "Second Young Master, can I not fight and give you the spoils of war?"
"Hmph, what are you thinking about? The winner gets it, the loser gets nothing. This is our rule."
Master Jun directly used 'Summoning Spirit' to cover the spear with Tianluo, and a fire dragon appeared directly on the spear.
The military master waved his spear and danced a dragon shadow in front of him, pointing at the thin monk: "As a son of a military family, how can you retreat in the face of battle?"
"But……"
The thin monk took out a long sword and seemed to want to say something else.
"There's nothing good about it. When you're ready, let's start."
Master Jun looked at the thin monk's dumbfounded expression, warned him, and rushed over with the fire dragon.
"Then come, Second Young Master, but you must be merciful."
The thin monk took out a piece of Tianluo and placed it on the long sword in his hand, and a silver snake appeared instantly.
"snort……"
Master Jun snorted coldly, and the spear and sword collided: "Don't worry, I will only use spear skills on you."
The lethal spells that were prohibited in the arena, and the marksmanship that Mr. Jun had practiced since childhood, were put to use in an instant.
One chop, one pick, one stab...
In less than a minute, Master Jun put his spear in front of the thin monk, and his strong momentum forced the thin monk to retreat.
It wasn't until the thin monk retreated to the edge of the ring that Master Jun stopped his attack and allowed the thin monk to stabilize his body.
"Thank you, Second Young Master, for showing mercy." The thin monk thanked Master Jun with his hands, and then jumped off the ring.
Master Jun returned the gesture to the thin monk, and then shouted directly to the audience: "Next, hurry up, all your spoils today are mine."
One, two, three...
A full half hour.
The people off the field stepped onto the ring one by one, and were knocked off the ring one by one, but no one could cause greater harm to Master Jun.
Half an hour and nearly a hundred non-stop battles had consumed most of Master Jun's physical strength.
Mr. Jun leaned against the edge of the ring, leaning on his spear, breathing heavily: "Next one, come up quickly."
"Second Young Master, you have already faced the 108th battle. Your physical strength is almost at the end. Do you need me to give you time to recover?"
"No need, my physical strength is not that bad yet." Hearing the voice, Mr. Jun slowly raised his head with his spear and danced a gun flower towards the bottom of the ring.
"Haha, in that case, I have no choice but to take advantage of others' danger." A tall monk slowly walked out of the crowd.
The man threw half of the trophies onto the table next to the ring, then stepped onto the stage with the number 110 in his hand, moving extremely quickly.
Master Jun looked at the monk in front of him and spoke slowly: "Who I thought it was, turned out to be Brother Wang Xiaolong. Although Brother Wang is quick in action, he is not jealous of my spear."
"Hehehe, if that's the case then let's go, 'Zhufengyin'."
Wang Xiaolong took out two daggers and shouted softly, then started running around Mr. Jun, his body slowly disappearing while moving quickly.
"Disappeared? He has become stronger again."
The monks in the audience watched Wang Xiaolong disappear in an instant, and exclaimed: "The speed of movement is too fast, it is impossible to see clearly."
Master Jun looked at Wang Xiaolong who disappeared, clenched his spear, and stared around cautiously.
"Brother Wang is worthy of being the number one killer under my second uncle. This skill of 'Zhu Feng Yin' is getting better and better."
Wang Xiaolong squatted in a corner of the ring and did not respond. He used terrain obstacles to hide himself and waited for the opportunity to attack. This is the most basic skill of a killer.
"Brother Wang, keep talking, I just want to chat with you, I have no other intention."
Mr. Jun kept testing the spot, hoping to find traces of Wang Xiaolong, and at the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to save his energy. .
People off the field were also staring at the ring, looking for Wang Xiaolong everywhere, but no one could see it.
"Hey, why don't I have a wide range of attack moves? Otherwise, I could just explode."
Master Jun looked around and sighed, deliberately exposing a flaw behind him, hoping to attract Wang Xiaolong to attack.
But half an hour later, Lu Chen had returned from the room, and Wang Xiaolong still didn't make a sound.
"Second Young Master, go directly up to him. He must be in the ring." Some people in the audience were so enthusiastic that they began to boo, hoping that Master Jun would win the battle quickly.
"Yes, Second Young Master, as long as he shows a slight flaw, you can defeat him in an instant."
"Alas...that's all we have to do."
Master Jun was made agitated by the crowd's booing, and he didn't want to test it anymore.
Immediately, he shouted loudly and began to summon the fire dragon on his spear. He ran around and attacked with the Nine Turns and Seven Stars Step.
"Xiao Junzi, we are going to lose."
Jun Wudi saw Master Jun slowly approaching the corner of the ring and shook his head.
"Xiaojunzi is still too young, too young and energetic, and his combat experience is not as good as Xiaolong's."
When Nan Tian Wan'er heard Jun Wudi's voice, she was a little confused: "Brother Jun, hasn't he already won so many games? Why did he lose now?"
Jun Wudi pointed to the corner of the ring and said, "Wan'er, the first priority in fighting is to be calm, so that you can discover more things."
Nan Tian Wan'er looked at the direction pointed by Jun Wudi, a little confused: "There seems to be nothing there."
Lu Chen looked at the corner and whispered: "The air there is not stable, and there seems to be some cover. This may also be a kind of hiding technique."
"Hehehe, that's right. Your eyesight is much better than that of Xiao Junzi."
Jun Wudi praised Lu Chen without hesitation and continued to look at the ring.
"Xiao Junzi's heart is already in chaos. Although he is a little stronger than Xiaolong, he can no longer make correct judgments."
Jun Wudi took a sip of wine, raised his head and pointed at Master Jun: "Look, he is going to lose."
As soon as Jun Wudi finished speaking, a figure flashed behind Mr. Jun. This was Wang Xiaolong who had disappeared for half an hour.
Wang Xiaolong stood behind Mr. Jun and said softly: "Second Young Master, you are going to lose."
"What?"
Master Jun immediately turned around, but before he could react, the back of Wang Xiaolong's dagger had already scratched his neck.
"Second Young Master, I'm not polite about the spoils of war."
Wang Xiaolong let go of Mr. Jun, grabbed the trophies on the side, and retreated to the middle of the ring.
"Second Young Master, remember to be calm when fighting, otherwise no matter how powerful your fighting power is, you will be defeated by other means."
"You..., alas, I know."
Master Jun took back his spear and felt very regretful, but he could no longer make up for it. He looked back at Wang Xiaolong and then jumped off the ring.
