"nobody?"
Fei Ren stood firmly on the spot and glanced around the ring. Fei Ren looked slightly surprised.
After he defeated five challengers one after another, including many masters of the third level of Zhonghe Realm, there were no challengers in this arena at this time. They seemed to be afraid of his strength and dispersed one after another. However, the atmosphere in other arenas was still fiery and fierce fighting. Continuously.
"Is this the end...it's far from enough."
Licking his dry lips, Fei Ren frowned slightly. Five consecutive victories was not his limit. He still retained at least 80% of the Yuan Power in his body, and a mere 2,500 low-grade Yuan Stones could not satisfy his appetite. , so he will continue to strive for a higher winning streak!
....
Qingyang Arena, in a luxurious private room, through the long silver-white floor-to-ceiling windows, a black-haired middle-aged man wearing a ferret robe can be seen standing quietly, with a resolute and cold face, and spots of white on both sides of his ears and temples. , with an aura as thick as an abyss, seemed to be a rare martial arts master. At this moment, his eyes were steadily falling on Fei Ren, who was in the center of the ring below, silent.
"Sir, this guy seems to be a casual cultivator, but he is quite strong..."
Seeing this scene, a young man in brown attire next to him also grinned. He seemed to be one of his guards, and his tone was full of respect.
The young man's Yuanli cultivation is at the sixth level of Zhonghe Realm, and he is also a high-ranking figure among the forces around the county. Even first-class forces such as Ziyang Chamber of Commerce and Fengwu Sect do not dare to underestimate him. However, he and the black-haired middle-aged man It pales in comparison.
The Yuanli aura on the black-haired middle-aged man is very terrifying. It has already exceeded the level of Zhonghe Realm. His whole body is filled with an invisible aura. Even without using his hands, this aura can crush most people. Zhonghe realm warriors are very terrifying!
"Xiahou Ba, have you found out the origin of this kid?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-haired middle-aged man also looked away, his tone cold, as if he was an unsmiling master.
"Sir, my subordinates have gained a little. This boy's name is Fei Ren, and he is from Wu'an Town. He once joined a small third-rate sect, but now he is a casual cultivator with no powerful background..."
The young man named Xiahou Ba cupped his hand again and explained with a faint smile.
"It's interesting. It seems that the emperor is right. Your ability to do things is indeed slightly better than those in the palace..."
Hearing this, the dark-haired middle-aged man's mouth slightly raised, revealing an inexplicable smile.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Thank you for the compliment, sir."
Seeing this scene, Xiahou Ba was also flattered and lowered his head deeply.
No wonder he was so cautious. The master in front of him was of considerable origin. He was the current King of Jin, Chu Wen. As the current prince, Chu Wen not only controlled the elite "Iron Armored Corps" of the Chu Dynasty, but also had personal strength. Extremely powerful, his reputation in the entire Chu Dynasty is no less than that of the current Emperor of Chu.
"Xiahou Ba, what do you think of this kid?"
Looking at Fei Ren below the arena again, Chu Wen looked thoughtful.
Although Fei Ren's Yuanli cultivation is only at the first level of the Zhonghe Realm, he is quite young, and his talent is enough to be called a genius even outside Qingyang County, so he has a desire to win over him.
"Sir, this kid named Fei Ren not only easily won five consecutive victories, but I think he still seems to have some energy left. He might even be able to win ten consecutive victories... He is a good prospect..." As if aware of Chu Wen's thoughts, the experienced and slippery Xiahou Ba also smiled charmingly and then spoke.
"You go and test him later. If he can be used by me, then he will be under my command. If he doesn't..."
At this point, Chu Wen also glanced at Xiahou Ba, and a fierce light flashed across his eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.
"Yes! Sir! I will make arrangements right now..."
After hearing the order, Xiahou Ba also quietly retreated.
"His Majesty the King of Jin is still as strong as ever..."
After exiting the room, Xiahou Ba also stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, his face turned pale, and he seemed a little scared.
This time Chu Wen traveled to Qingyang County, not many people knew that Xiahou Ba, a confidant, was one of them. Due to Chu Wen's cautious nature, he did not dare to call him "Prince" during this trip, so he could only Change your mouth to be an adult.
"Brother Imperial, Brother Imperial, I had no intention of doing this. You forced all this...!"
After Xiahou Ba left, Chu Wen also let out a long sigh, and then quietly clenched his hands under his sleeves, with a fierce look in his eyes.
The current royal family of the Great Chu Dynasty is called the Chu clan, and the strongest among them is the emperor Chu Tianyang. Under Chu Tianyang, there are also princes and princes. The strength of King Chu Wen of Jin is considered the best among them, second only to Chu Tianyang. Under the Chu Tianyang.
It was precisely because of Chu Wen's strong strength and royal background that he was able to control the imperial court's elite "Iron Armored Corps".
There are tens of thousands of people under the Iron Armored Corps. Every soldier is a warrior, and their cultivation level is not lower than the eighth level of the Body Refining Realm. There are many masters of the Zhonghe Realm. They are one of the kings of the current Great Chu Dynasty and are responsible for controlling the Great Chu. The fighting power on the southeastern border of the dynasty is astonishing.
Since ancient times, the struggle between the emperor's family has never stopped. Either you die or I live. Originally Chu Wen did not agree with this and devoted himself to assisting his imperial brother, the current emperor Chu Tianyang. However, he found that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake. Very wrong.
Due to Chu Wen's considerable strength and the powerful war weapon of the Iron Armored Corps in his hands, Chu Tianyang became more and more suspicious and wary. He felt that he was threatened. He not only restricted and suppressed Chu Wen in the court, but also He even wanted to take back his military power, cut off his title, and completely reduce him to a commoner.
"There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country!"
At this point, Chu Wen's rebellious heart finally broke out, but he was still the current King of Jin. Although he controlled an army, his wings were not yet full enough to break up with the emperor Chu Tianyang, so he kept tolerating it. Until now.
As for Chu Wen sending his subordinate Xiahou Ba to win over Fei Ren, it was also out of the need to accumulate strength. After all, with Fei Ren's extraordinary talent, if he did not die young in the future, he would have a great chance of stepping into the high star realm and become his subordinate. A strong fighting force.
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arena, arena
After a stick of incense, Fei Ren finally waited for a challenger. He saw a sturdy man with short hair leaping onto the ring, his dark face flashing with fighting spirit, and a five-year-old man also embroidered on the left side of his chest. Clawed black dragon.
"I am the Xiongba Gang, Ma Rulong! Let me challenge you!"
The short-haired man named Ma Rulong has a stern tone, but his Yuanli cultivation is not very good. It seems that he has just broken through the second level of Zhonghe Realm, and his realm has not yet been consolidated. Even Song Liufeng, who was defeated by Gu Yun before, is far behind. Far worse.
"Please give..."
Before Ma Rulong could say the next few words, Fei Ren's fist came towards him.
"ah!"
With a scream, the next moment Ma Rulong's body rolled off the stage. His entire nose was crooked to one side, and he was bleeding. Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and there was air coming in and out of his mouth. , like a picture of death.
"Next."
Ignoring Ma Rulong, who fell to the ground and was seriously injured, Fei Ren looked calm, as if he had packed up an insignificant piece of garbage, and his moves were as clean and neat as chopping melons and vegetables.
