After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he pushed the monk next to him into the death zone.
The monk next to him had no time to react, so he entered the death zone directly. As soon as he stepped here, all the spiritual energy in his body was drained out in an instant.
The feeling of suffocation immediately made him blush and thicken his neck. His feet were extremely heavy, so he fell to the ground without noticing.
The white-haired old man looked at all this without any change on his face. It seemed that the life and death of the monk in front of him had nothing to do with him.
The monk who was pushed in used all his strength to crawl out of this dark place. His whole body was trembling at this time, even though the edge was only a few feet away from him.
But now for him, this distance is as insurmountable as a ravine.
He slowly moved forward with a flushed face. Finally, after a long time, he slowly crawled out. As soon as he climbed out, his spiritual energy was restored.
He gasped for air, and then said breathlessly
"Senior brother, this is not a place for people to stay. I estimate that the little boy named Shen Feng should have died a long time ago. No matter how powerful his physical body is, he has."
"Without the support of spiritual energy, he couldn't breathe at all."
After hearing what he said, the white-haired old man showed a bloodthirsty smile, and then said
"That's best. It saves us the trouble of taking action. When we go back, we can just say that Shen Feng is dead inside."
After saying this, he burst into laughter.
At this time, Shen Feng's consciousness had fallen into a coma, but at this moment, a basin of cold water was poured directly on his face, and he woke up instantly.
He looked at the scene around him, and there were two sturdy men standing in front of him. They were both bare-chested, revealing their solid bodies.
Shen Feng felt weak all over at this moment. This was completely different from what he had imagined. When he came here, he had already thought about having a world here.
After all, he was very confident in his physical strength, but when he got here, he discovered that his strong physical strength was also based on spiritual energy.
Otherwise, it would be as if he had been drained of time and couldn't use any energy at all.
Shen Feng didn't even have the strength to speak, so when the burly man asked him who he was and why he came here, he didn't answer.
It's not that he doesn't want to talk to the other party, but that he really doesn't even have the strength to speak.
At this time, a red-skinned monk stood up and said
"Okay, if you ask him again, he won't answer you. Wasn't it the same when you first came here? Then you can drag him to the gate of hell."
"Maybe you can get a price there."
At this time, the square-faced monk also asked in confusion.
"What? Sold to the Gate of Hell? There are monks competing there. Do you think he can be sold? Look at him, he is skinny and boneless, and he looks like a sick man at first glance."
The red-skinned monk replied
"Sell as much as you can. Anyway, I picked it up for free. I'll make whatever I sell. It's okay. We won't lose anything."
The square-faced monk sighed and said
"Okay, then I'll sell him to the Gate of Hell and buy some delicious food to eat when I come back."
After saying that, he pulled the rope that tied Shen Feng and walked forward. Shen Feng was so weak that he fell directly to the ground and was dragged by the other party.
Now he is simply a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He has no strength to resist at all. If the outside world sees it, this is not the murderous god who kills without blinking an eye. He is simply a puppet.
Shen Feng also felt a certain gap in his heart, but things had reached this point and he had no other good solution. He could only warn himself that only by surviving would he have unlimited possibilities.
Soon Shen Feng was sent to a carriage, and there was a cage here so that Shen Feng could not escape.
As the carriage bumped all the way, after burning incense, the carriage arrived at its destination. The square-faced monk got out of the carriage and directly dragged Shen Feng out. Then he walked to the gate of the Gate of Hell and fought with the guard there. After greeting.
He entered inside, and soon he saw the buyer, the square-faced monk said
"Ten spiritual stones, I'll sell them to you."
The trading monk looked at Shen Feng behind him, shook his head and said
"No, five. He was so thin. He was probably beaten to death right after he came on the field. You know I never do loss-making business here. I was willing to buy him because we are old friends."
The square-faced monk looked embarrassed, then gritted his teeth and said
"Six spiritual stones, I'll give you this stuff, or I'll take it back and play with it myself."
The trading monk hesitated for a moment and then said
"Okay, just six. If it weren't for the fact that we are old friends, I really wouldn't buy it."
After saying that, he took out six spiritual stones and gave them to the square-faced monk. The other party took the spiritual stones and left without looking back. The reason why he had to bargain with the other party was because it took a long time.
There are no monks breaking in here, so they have no source of income. They finally caught one today, so he can only try his best to fight for it.
Not long after the square-faced monk left, the trading monk dragged Shen Feng into a damp dungeon.
Without spiritual energy, Shen Feng instantly felt the cold breath invade his body, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
But soon Shen Feng passed out again due to lack of physical strength.
It wasn't until a monk kicked Shen Feng awake that Shen Feng vaguely saw that he had been hung up and his hands and feet were tied.
At this time, a bald monk came over and asked
"What, can I fight?"
Shen Feng looked at him and then nodded.
The bald monk also burst into laughter at this time.
"You can still fight like this? If you say that you can fight in the outside world, I can still believe it, but everyone who comes here has no supply of spiritual energy, so if you want to say that you can still fight, that is simply a big joke. "
Then he paused and said
"I have a pill here that can restore some of your physical strength. You can participate in the next game. If you can come back alive, then I will train you well."
"Of course, if you accidentally die on the competition stage, you can only blame it on your bad luck."
After saying that, he untied Shen Feng from the rope, opened his mouth, poured the elixir into him, and then threw him onto the competition stage.
The elixir melted in his mouth, and Shen Feng instantly felt a force filling his body, but this force was very weak and could only barely move his hands and feet.
At this moment, a monk with exploding muscles stood up opposite him. He glanced at Shen Feng and smiled mockingly.
"Hey, little kid, you dare to come to the death zone. It seems that you are here specifically to die."
Of course, his words also aroused ridicule from the monks in the audience.
Shen Feng didn't care about this at this time. He stood up with difficulty. He finally knew the importance of spiritual energy. He had not practiced it before and it didn't show when he was a mortal.
But since he started practicing, his entire life has been supported by spiritual energy, so he has paid a huge price to be able to stand up now.
Shen Feng glanced at the monk opposite. He thought that this situation was very unfavorable to him. After all, he had not fully recovered yet. If he was allowed to fully recover, he was confident that he could knock the opponent to the ground with one punch.
But now it is a luxury for him to even stand up. He will be very lucky if he is not killed.
At this time, Shen Feng began to plan if he could counterattack while avoiding the opponent's attack, causing fatal damage to the opponent.
Shen Feng soon thought of a way. Although he now no longer has spiritual and physical strength, his combat experience is still there. He can defeat the opponent with his combat experience.
Shen Feng was not in a hurry to attack. He wanted to show weakness first and show that he really had no ability to resist at all.
So when the opponent rushed towards Shen Feng, Shen Feng did not dodge at all. He just imagined a falling action based on the opponent's attack route.
It can be said that Shen Feng now perfectly cooperated with his opponent's performance, and the opponent did not notice anything. Instead, he raised his arms and started chanting.
When Shen Feng saw this, he knew that his first plan was about to be completed, which was to take the initiative to show weakness, and then use the opponent's pride to give the opponent a fatal attack at the most critical moment.
Soon it was the opponent's second attack. Shen Feng was always cooperative. He even pretended to spit out a mouthful of blood to make the opponent believe that he was seriously injured.
At this time, the monks in the audience have begun to cheer for the other side, as if the victory belongs to the other side.
Shen Feng said to himself at this time
"It's just a little bit better."
Then came the opponent's attacks again and again. Even though Shen Feng pretended to cooperate with the opponent's performance, due to his limited physical strength, he could not support him until the end.
So after he waited slowly, he finally got an opportunity.
The opponent completely let down his guard. He put his head in front of Shen Feng and began to laugh at the opponent's weakness.
When Shen Feng saw this, his eyes suddenly became bloodthirsty. Then he clenched his fists and punched the opponent directly. The huge impact directly made the opponent fall to the ground and let out a painful wail.
Shen Feng stood up slowly, and then said coldly
"Never underestimate your opponent, otherwise you will die without knowing it."
At this time, the monks in the audience had fallen into a deathly silence. After all, the reversal happened so fast that no one could react. The sick man who was lying on the ground just now immediately became the master of the entire competition stage.
Since Shen Feng already had the advantage, he had no room for buffering for his opponent, so he stepped forward and punched the opponent between the eyebrows.
Since the positions he hit were all fatal, after one punch, the opponent fell directly to the ground without making any sound.
There was no other sound except breathing. Seeing this, Shen Feng said coldly
"Referee, announce the result."
After hearing this sentence, the referee immediately stammered.
"This, that, what's your name."
Shen Feng replied coldly
"Shen Feng."
Only then did the referee loudly announce
"I declare Shen Feng the winner of this game."
After hearing the result of the game, everyone reacted. They all stood up and burst into thunderous applause. Some even shouted
"My little friend, I'll have to rely on you to protect me from now on."
Although Shen Feng didn't like the feeling of being sent to the competition stage, he worked hard in order to temper his physical strength here. After all, this was only part of his plan.
The most unexpected thing was the bald monk. He didn't expect to win this competition, so he just treated it as killing time.
He didn't expect that his unintentional move would actually create such a game legend. He was now very happy because he knew that from now on, Shen Feng's worth would rise.
