The sword disappeared, leaving only a green shirt and a mask that could not see through the face, moving slowly on the ring.
Feng Xing was slightly shocked, but sword cultivators in the same realm represented invincibility. In fact, if he thought about it carefully, he was not shocked at all.
Yang Ning walked off the ring, and Feng Xing took the initiative to approach.
Yang Ning didn't even need to identify anyone to know that apart from Feng Xing, he had no acquaintances here. He asked directly: "Is there going to be a battle tonight?"
The voice was very calm, as if fighting with a practitioner of the same level, winning was very common.
"Tonight, I don't know, but if you act like this, aren't you afraid of being stared at by people here?" Feng Xing asked.
"Target? What do you mean?" Yang Ning didn't understand.
"Here, if there are no nine games, there will be a threshold, which is the so-called threshold. If you fail to succeed, you will eventually become history." Feng Xing explained.
"So, doesn't it mean that almost no one can get out of here?" Yang Ning asked.
"So, only the true geniuses will come out of here." Feng Xing said.
"This is a killing battlefield. On the stage, there are people dead and not injured." Feng Xing said.
"I remember that at that time, I could only play twenty-nine games here. In the end, I could only eliminate my quota by not being present for three days and left sadly." Feng Xing recalled his past.
"You won't be here for three days?"
"Yes, if you don't show up for three days, the rules here will take effect and your name will be blacklisted. From now on, the practitioner will no longer be able to participate in the black boxing ring."
"However, in this case, at least one life can be saved." This is the point of what Fengxing said.
"Would I do this?" Yang Ning didn't know.
"You, I don't know." Feng Xing shook his head.
"But one thing is for sure, the battle you just fought was too popular." Feng Xing concluded.
Yang Ning didn't care. He came to this so-called black boxing market. He just wanted to improve his strength and didn't want to lose his life. But now it seems that if he wants to improve his strength, he must sacrifice his life.
"Brother Feng, isn't it just fighting? What are you afraid of?" Yang Ning said calmly. As for the battle on the ring, Yang Ning had no intention of paying attention.
Because he now urgently needs to know the rules of the black boxing market.
Perhaps because Yang Ning is a newcomer to the black boxing market here, Yang Ning only fought one fight tonight. At other times, Yang Ning worked hard to make up for the rules of the black boxing market.
…
"I see."
Yang Ning let out a breath and understood all the rules of the black boxing market.
"how do you feel?"
"It's cruel." Yang Ning said.
"But it can be considered relatively humane. There is only cross-level combat, but there is no cross-border combat."
"What did you say?" Feng Xing was completely shocked after hearing Yang Ning's words. Cross-level fighting and cross-border fighting are two different concepts.
"Brother Feng, how many levels did you surpass back then?"
Each realm is divided into primary, intermediate, high and peak levels, but each realm is divided into small achievement, great achievement and final perfection. Therefore, Yang Ning is not afraid at all about cross-level battles.
"Me? My last battle was to deal with the high-level Perfection of Tongtian Realm with a small success at the beginning of Tongtian Realm. In the end, I had to exit with regret." Feng Xing said.
"It seems that Brother Feng is still very powerful."
Yang Ning said casually, and as dawn came, the two of them walked out of the black boxing market.
Soon, the two of them returned to the Cai Cai Pavilion at dawn.
After a short rest, the sky gradually brightens, and a new one comes.
"Brother, when did you come back?" Xiao Jiujiu said sleepily.
"We? We've been back for a long time."
"Big brother, how about playing with me today?" the little chirp's voice was still innocent.
"Okay, let's play with little Jiujiu today." The two of them talked and laughed.
But from the beginning to the end, little Jiujiu was holding the small cage that her father-in-law had given her.
Time always flies by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, little Jiujiu has settled down to sleep.
"Brother Feng, please don't go tonight." Although there is already a formation here, Yang Ning is really worried that Xiao Jiujiu is at home alone.
"go by yourself?"
Yang Ning nodded.
"Okay, be careful with everything." Feng Xing said and watched Yang Ning leave.
With the memory of last night, Yang Ning quickly came to the mountain of the Black Boxing Market tonight.
On the 36th, Yang Ning silently read his number plate.
Competitions have begun in the forty-six arenas.
Death is not a rare thing here. Someone will soon shed blood. Even here, there are many powerful people in the Heaven Realm, but there is still the possibility of being buried.
"Congratulations to No. 748 for winning. This is his ninth consecutive victory. Let us congratulate No. 748."
"Oh ho..."
…
Under the ring, countless people gathered, celebrating their ninth consecutive victory.
After a period of commotion, the host on the stage finally spoke again: "Excuse me, No. 748, do you want to continue tonight?"
The aura of No. 748 was obviously a little unstable, but under the influence of the surrounding atmosphere, No. 748 actually agreed.
Yang Ning was surrounded by masks covering his face, but this did not affect Yang Ning's conversation with the people around him.
"Why did he agree? Isn't there ten thresholds after nine wins?" Yang Ning asked.
"Brother, is this your first time here?"
Yang Ning nodded, which was regarded as recognition.
"The atmosphere has arrived. Regardless of whether he will come down or not, I think the number 748 on the stage is probably a genius there. He has a proud heart, so the pride in his heart will not allow him to refuse to agree." The man explained. .
"That's it." Yang Ning nodded.
However, Yang Ning still comforted herself silently in her heart. Pride is based on strength.
"Little brother, what's your number?" the man asked.
"Thirty-six."
"Thirty-six?" The man was slightly stunned.
"You actually picked up number 36?"
Yang Ning was also stunned, and then asked: "No. 36, what's wrong with it?"
"Okay, there's nothing wrong with that, but the last one, No. 36, died tragically six months ago. I witnessed it with my own eyes. Fifty-nine wins. It's such a pity that he didn't make it through in the end."
Yang Ning understood the meaning and said: "It seems that the sixty threshold is not easy."
"It's more than easy. The previous No. 36, since his fifty wins, has been assigned nine strong men one after another. It can be said that he has not rested since his fifty wins. Such a record was a sensation at the time. A long time."
Yang Ning looked at the number plate in his hand and seemed to see blood stains on it. That was the blood of its former owner and the blood of the enemy.
Yang Ning remained silent and did not speak to him again.
Suddenly, the summons of No. 36 came from the No. 24 arena not far away.
"Brother, I'm going first." Yang Ning left a message and walked directly to the ring.
"Number thirty-six, to number thirty."
As the sound spread, Yang Ning's opponent soon came to the ring.
"Start!" As the host's voice sounded, the two stood on both sides of the ring.
There were no polite words, because it was impossible to know each other.
However, compared to Yang Ning's figure, the figure of No. 30 was obviously thinner, but as it started, Yang Ning finally knew that the opponent's figure would be so thin.
high speed.
The originally dark arena, under the extremely fast speed of No. 30, was actually an afterimage that could not be found.
"Jiejie..."
"With my extreme speed, what can you, a swordsman, do to me?"
Soon, the voice of No. 30 came from all directions in the ring.
Obviously, No. 30 saw Yang Ning's battle last night. With that sword, Yang Ning took the route of subduing the Tenth Society with one sword. But that was because his opponent was stupid, so after No. 30 came on stage, he Using his utmost speed, Yang Ning was not given a chance to draw his sword.
Of course, this is just wishful thinking on the 30th.
Even though he was extremely fast, in Yang Ning's eyes, it was just like that.
Suddenly, a piercing sound came from above the arena.
No. 30 took action, directly in front of Yang Ning.
The opponent's speed was indeed outstanding, but it was a pity that he met Yang Ning.
The sword came out and fell horizontally.
Just one sword!
Blood splattered three feet.
"You...how is that possible?"
Same words, but at different times, but with the same result.
Even No. 30 didn't figure out what was going on? I felt a light on my neck.
Under the ring, countless people were also surprised by this scene, especially the person who had spoken to Yang Ning before, staring at Yang Ning's figure in disbelief.
The sword was so fast, it had completely surpassed the speed of No. 30 just now.
"Are you pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?" The man was stunned for a long time and said a curse word.
"Win number 36." As the host announced victory, Yang Ning also achieved his second consecutive victory.
As for who No. 30 is, it no longer matters to Yang Ning.
But in the crowd, a figure was staring closely at Yang Ning's figure.
"Do you want to continue?" the host broke the silence under the ring.
"Continue." Yang Ning said.
"good."
The host said hello and began to arrange the next opponent for Yang Ning on the stage.
"Number seventy-three."
"I..." The man who was talking to Yang Ning just looked at Yang Ning and then at the number plate in his hand.
"What the hell is this?" He had no choice but to step onto the ring.
"Is it you?" Yang Ning was also a little surprised.
"Isn't it just me..."
"I am the unlucky No. 73." He was helpless. Although his cultivation had reached the high level of the Earth Realm, at this moment, especially after seeing the sword just now, this No. 73 No. has lost the courage to take action.
"How can we be so unlucky? Come on, brother, you and I have fought before."
As Yang Ning spoke, the Tianque Sword in his hand began to flash with sword light.
"No fight, no fight..." No. 73's head was like a rattle, just shaking.
"Brother, why don't you fight?" Yang Ning asked.
"How about we calculate the sum?" No. 73 asked.
"He? Is that okay?" Yang Ning looked at the host.
The host shook his head.
"Look, brother, I don't agree." Yang Ning said, the sword light gradually raised. It's not that Yang Ning doesn't remember this person's good qualities. In fact, Yang Ning didn't want to kill him. After all, this big brother saved him. Lots of doubts.
"Then I lose, okay?" No. 73 didn't want to admit defeat, but at this moment he could only admit defeat.
There was no other way. Although he was already at a high level in the Earth Realm, he had a feeling that if No. 36 wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need much, just one sword.
Therefore, he could only admit defeat.
"Brother, you..."
However, Yang Ning quickly continued: "Then thank you big brother for making it happen." Yang Ning's voice was still calm.
In the crowd, that figure has been looking at Yang Ning.
"Continue?" As No. 73 admitted defeat, the host asked Yang Ning again.
"Sure." Yang Ning nodded directly.
"Next game."
"No. 36, to No. 1808."
…
Without stopping in the fight all night, Yang Ning soon had nine consecutive victories.
Such a record indeed caused a sensation in the ring, but due to time constraints, Yang Ning had to stop.
As Yang Ning left the black boxing market, insiders in the black boxing market began to take notice of Yang Ning.
"Tomorrow night's battle of ten thresholds, arrange for him to reach the high level of the Earth Realm."
"this……"
"Do what you're told."
"yes."
Soon, the lively night in this mountain had passed.
Yang Ning was also on the way to the Cai Cai Pavilion.
"Huh?" Yang Ning paused for a moment and had no choice but to change direction.
