"Why did you come back?"
As soon as he came back, he heard Hei Ao complaining.
Isn't this guy usually very aloof, but now he's so verbose, so unlovable.
Fang Yu didn't explain either, so he joined the two of them and looked forward.
"What's in front of you that so many people are watching?"
"The rewards for the top three in the arena are announced." Zuo Lu explained casually, showing no interest.
The two of them had known the inside story for a long time, so naturally they were not interested, but Fang Yu was.
He immediately pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the front.
The rewards are posted on the bulletin board, take a closer look.
"First place in the arena, reward - Day Ice Sword design drawings."
"Second place in the arena, reward - ten-year-old mushroom meat."
"Third place in the arena, reward - Manlian Pill x3."
Design drawings?
Only the first place will be given a drawing?
Fang Yu felt incredible, this thing was of no use.
But when I heard the discussions from the people around me, they were all focused on that design drawing.
"Day Ice Sword, tsk tsk tsk, it can't be the real thing, right?"
"A town-level magic weapon can actually be used as a reward. Is it fake?"
"It may not be a fake, it might just be a knockoff."
"Since the Zhou Bing Sect was destroyed, the whereabouts of the sect's secret treasure, the Zhou Bing Sword, have been unknown. Now that a design drawing has emerged, I think there is still some possibility."
Sending magic weapons? !
Fang Yu suddenly became interested.
Compared with the Zhenpai Magic Weapon, the Zimu Sword in his hand suddenly loses its flavor.
Withdrawing from the crowd, Fang Yu retracted directly to Hei Ao and Zuo Lu.
"Two of you, are those design drawings of the Day Ice Sword real or fake?"
As soon as Fang Yu finished speaking, Zuo Lu grinned and stretched out his hand towards the dark-faced Hei Ao.
"Give me."
Fang Yu:? ? ?
what's the situation? ?
Snapped.
Hei Ao gave Zuo Lu something in the palm of his hand.
But Zuo Lu changed hands and brought the things in front of Fang Yu.
"Nothing, I just made a bet with Hei Ao to see which thing you will ask for as a reward in the arena when you come back. Obviously..."
Zuo Lu shook the object in his hand, which was something like a ghost drawing charm.
"……I won."
I moved my finger slightly, and there were actually two.
"The Black Contract Ghost Seal, attached to the enemy, can temporarily suppress the flow of the enemy's energy and blood. It is similar to the effect of the Black Family Kung Fu, but the effect is not that strong and the duration is very short. Hey, whoever sees it has a share, you can help me win The bet is one for each of us."
Zuo Lu smiled and handed out the things.
She said it lightly, but seeing the pain in Hei Ao's body, she knew that this thing was quite expensive.
Fang Yu stretched out his hand to take it. The moment he touched it, he felt that the ghost-drawing talisman was unexpectedly cold and as light as a thin sheet.
Putting it away carefully, Fang Yu said: "When I win the arena championship, you can look at the drawings together. Each of us will have a Sun Ice Sword."
He didn't have anything equivalent to Zuo Lu on hand, so he could only make a verbal guarantee first.
Zuo's green eyes were bent into half-moons, and his smile became thicker, as if he had some calculation: "Okay, but for that thing, I think you'd better not have too much hope."
Fang Yu asked doubtfully: "How do you say that?"
"Because that thing is very troublesome to build." An impatient person interrupted.
It's Hei Ao.
He looked at Fang Yu depressedly, as if he was angry at the fact that he had just lost the bet.
"Not only do you need all kinds of materials, but even if you succeed in building it, it won't be a real Day Ice Sword."
Fang Yu was shocked.
"It's really a fake?"
"It's not considered a fake." It was Zuo Lu who spoke at this time.
She held up her hair and continued: "To be precise, it should be...the remnant sword of the Day Ice Sword."
"Remnant Sword?"
"Yes, the Broken Sword. It can be regarded as a shape and a container. The real Sun Ice Sword still needs to capture a living [Hour Ice Spirit] and seal it into the Broken Sword to be cultivated before it is complete. So the Sun Ice Sword's There are many drawings circulated to the outside world, and they are not particularly rare, but the real Sun Ice Sword has never been reappeared."
spirit……
Fang Yu looked strange.
For things like spirits, let alone seals, I don’t even know where to look for them.
No wonder people say that the real Zhou Bingjian has disappeared, and no one can create a relationship.
But Fang Yu still has some ideas.
"Is this [Day Ice Spirit] powerful? Where can I find it?"
Hei Ao smiled.
"You didn't even get the blueprints, so you thought so far? Don't ask, we don't know, or in other words, all the people holding the broken sword of the Day Ice Sword are looking for the Day Ice Spirit. When will you The remnant of the Zhou Bing Sword in his hand suddenly shattered, that means someone caught Zhou Bing Ling."
Hey guys, forget this urban legend.
Boom! !
At this moment, the sound of drums interrupted the conversation of the three people.
"here we go."
The three of them looked at each other and each took out the red card they received when entering.
The red card on the left green will be the first to turn green.
"Let's take a step first, cluck!"
Left green toe a little bit and enter the ring.
Whoosh whoosh——
Others around him also continued to enter the ring.
Soon it was filled with a hundred people, and Hei Ao kept staring at the card.
Unfortunately, it didn't change color in the end.
He looked a little regretful, and seemed to want to fight Zuo Lu.
Boom!
As soon as the beating sounded, the competition began.
In the familiar battle of a hundred people, Fang Yu and Hei Ao's eyes were focused on Zuo Lu.
But soon, they discovered that Zuo Lu rarely made any moves and kept wandering around the edge of the ring, as if he was weak and would be eliminated at any time.
But, this is fishing.
Whenever someone thinks this woman is easy to attack, she will push them off the ring.
Following the same pattern, she killed seven or eight people, and no one dared to provoke her.
On the contrary, the battle in the inner field was extremely fierce.
Zuo Lu just stayed there and watched the show quietly.
When only about a dozen people were beaten, someone finally pointed the finger at her, just because they were worried that she would reap the benefits.
Then, Zuo Lu disappeared like a ghost. When he reappeared, he was already in the crowd. With a finger on the person's body, the person fell to the ground without moving.
"Playing tricks."
Hei Ao next to him muttered unconvincedly.
"What's the meaning?"
Fang Yu said strangely.
"She clicked on a person's Qi pulse, and she fainted when she couldn't take a breath. This kind of move is useless to you and me, but for weaker people, one at a time - she didn't want to fight properly at all."
I see.
Quite convenient.
Needless to say, Zuo Lu's strength is great.
She was seen walking through the crowd like a ghost, and within a few seconds, she had eliminated all the remaining people, and even turned back to give Fang Yu and the other two a victory sign.
"Hmph! It's not refreshing at all!"
Hei Ao was still commenting, and Fang Yu was too lazy to care about him.
Just taking a quick glance, I found that there really weren't many strong opponents in the arena, so Zuo Lu's flat push was almost natural.
Although Fang Yu had seen many powerful foreign warriors on the road before, the number of players participating in the competition was so large that it was naturally impossible to bump into them casually.
People on the ring began to come down, and Zuo Lu also returned to the two of them.
“Phew—done it!”
She blinked at Fang Yu: "How about it, it's not bad."
"Eight points."
Fang Yu gave a review.
"It's boring. When I encounter you in a one-on-one duel later, don't hold back like this."
Boom! !
The drum beat sounded again, and Fang Yu and Hei Ao took out their cards.
Unfortunately, neither of them were selected this time, so they could only watch the competition in boredom.
A man with a scimitar mask and 800 HP won the competition.
"The strength is not bad." Zuo Lu said.
"One move." Hei Ao said.
These two people also imitated Fang Yu as commentators.
After two more byes, it was finally Fang Yu's turn.
"why it's not me!!"
Hei Ao was anxious.
Obviously he had just said that the second stage was boring.
Fang Yu ignored him, took the green card, jumped up and jumped into the ring.
"Come on!" Zuo Lu shouted.
"Use your full strength and let me see if you have made any progress. Zuo Lu and I are... hum!" Hei Ao was also shouting, but Fang Yu ignored him.
On a stage, Fang Yu realized that there were so many spectators below.
A vast sea of darkness.
On the contrary, the competitors who were surrounded by them seemed a bit sparse in the huge arena.
[Bu Hongyun: 519/519. 】
[Ling Gaoshuang: 620/620. 】
[Zhuang Junying: 704/704. 】
[Even side: 742/742. 】
A casual glance around showed that this wave of opponents was of good quality.
"What are you looking at!"
Bu Hongyun seemed to feel Dao Fang Yu's glance, and glared at Fang Yu angrily.
Fang Yu waved to him kindly.
When Bu Hongyun doubtfully thought that Fang Yu was mentally ill...
Boom!
The sound of drum beating officially started the competition.
tread! !
The next moment, Bu Hongyun felt a blur in his eyes. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was the guy wearing a red horn mask who was staring at him just now.
I saw the man grinning.
Snapped!
Something suddenly hit his face like an afterimage.
His vision went dark, and he fell to the ground and fell into a baby-like sleep.
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467!
Red crit!
Fang Yu looked at his hands.
"It seems...the attack was a bit harsh? You need to control it."
After all, it's not a real life-and-death fight. If you don't kill anyone in this arena, you'll lose your qualifications.
The three people next to Bu Hongyun seemed to be startled by Fang Yu's sudden appearance.
Looking at Bu Hongyun who fell to the ground for a moment, the three of them looked at each other and thought they had encountered a tough fight, so they tacitly surrounded Fang Yu, forming a double-team.
but……
Fang Yu just leaned over and tilted his upper body slightly, and suddenly disappeared from the sight of the three of them.
boom!
Ling Gao Shuang felt a pain in his back, as if he had been slapped in the face. He staggered a few steps and almost lost his breath.
it hurts! !
And so fast! !
He drew the knife and chopped it with his backhand, but the man grabbed his right hand and threw it away.
As the person landed heavily, he realized that he had already fallen outside the ring.
Lose, lose? !
With such an understatement, I lost in the first few seconds of the competition? !
Ling Gao Shuang had some doubts about himself. He had studied martial arts for many years, but he really didn't expect to be defeated so easily.
I heard someone next to me excitedly shouting, 'That's it! ''Hit hard! Use all your strength! ''Okay, okay! It’s much more comfortable than Zuo Lu’s soft method! continue! ', Gao Shuang looked up depressedly, only to see that the temporary companions who had just surrounded and killed the horn mask with him were also thrown off the ring at this moment.
Okay, Ling Gao Shuang feels better now.
I'm not the only one who is a waste of emotions.
Everyone's skills are not very good, it turns out that they have met a master.
With his mentality balanced, he felt at ease and stayed in the auditorium below to see the result of the competition.
In the arena.
Fang Yu took care of four people within ten seconds of the start, which felt very easy.
These foreign warriors don't seem to be as powerful as they thought.
In other words, although many people have some martial arts skills and high health, they are really much weaker than the elites like Li Shisan or Zhuo Xueer he has seen.
There is a kind of rush, the health bar does not match the strength.
Of course, it can also be said that for people like Zhuo Xueer, the gold content of the blood bar is a bit higher than the average level.
In short, Fang Yu found that except for a few people who needed to use more methods to stimulate some bone meal, the others were easy to win.
Simply, Fang Yu stopped pretending.
"I want to hit ten!!"
With a kick of his feet, he rushed into the crowd like a cannonball. Wherever there was a battle, he was there.
Fang Yu didn't dare to use too much force, so he didn't dare to use Yuan Ti Kung indiscriminately.
Most of the time, he grabs other people's sleeves and throws them out of the ring at lightning speed.
For a time, people in the ring were abandoned one after another, and then fell outside the ring like dumplings dropped from a hot pot.
The most exciting moment was when five or six people landed together and almost hit the audience. It was so exciting to watch.
Some people were still attacked by surprise. After getting up, they were dizzy and yelled at the ring.
"Sneak attack! No martial ethics!"
"If you have the ability to fight head-on! What's the point of throwing us out!"
"I can still fight! I can still fight! I strongly demand a rematch!"
At first, the people in the inner circle didn't take Fang Yu seriously, thinking that some madman was here to die.
But as more and more people are thrown out by Fang Yu, there must be trapeze wherever Fang Yu passes.
It became impossible for others not to pay attention to Fang Yu.
Just like what happened in the flower-level arena.
More than twenty people suddenly began to unite and surrounded Fang Yu.
Fang Yu didn't do any ink. He slashed at the enemy with his sword, stepped back half a step to avoid it, grabbed the enemy's wrist with his backhand, and threw him towards the people behind him, knocking over five or six people.
These people cooperate on a temporary basis and have little tacit understanding, so it is easy to find a breakthrough.
Fang Yu parried the incoming attacks twice, then rushed over, grabbed the ankles of the two people who were lying on the ground, and threw them directly out of the ring.
The remaining few people wanted to get up, but Fang Yu threw two more people out.
"Strange, strange power!"
"A master of capture! He must not be good at attacking with swords! Let's go together!"
When the sword came, Fang Yu made a clanging sound and pulled out his Zimu Sword to block it. After blocking it hard, he kicked it out with his backhand.
The man screamed and held his stomach for a long time, unable to get up.
When he gritted his teeth and looked up at Fang Yu, he found that Fang Yu had already spun around like a strong wind, holding one person in each hand.
As soon as their hands were released, the two of them flew out of the ring.
At this time, there were not many people left on the field.
He even lost the will to fight. He just felt that in the war between a group of sheep, a tiger jumped in. He was not from the same dimension at all. He was killed indiscriminately and had no power to fight back!
Along with the last person, Fang Yu was chasing him and fled to the edge of the ring. He looked back at Fang Yu who was chasing him and jumped off the ring on his own initiative.
This competition is officially over.
The audience all stared blankly at Fang Yu, the winner, feeling like they were watching a farce.
"Just like that...win?"
"No, the previous competition was not a fierce fight to decide the winner. How come it's such a child's play here?"
"What is the origin of this guy wearing a bull-head mask? His grappling skills are incredible."
"Before the competition, I have never seen a person like this before. It is worth noting, isn't it the masters from well-known sects?"
"What do you know? There are also strong people among the wild people!"
"Capture the master horn man! Take note of this person!"
What horn man? It sounds so awful.
As soon as Fang Yu got off the ring, he heard the nickname and was speechless.
(End of chapter)
