Under the ring
"You...despicable!"
With blood and broken teeth in his mouth, the horse was as angry as a dragon and his face was full of anger.
After all, he is a dignified second-level warrior in the Hejing Realm, and he is considered a master in the Xiongba Gang. However, he was blasted by Fei Ren with a punch. It was undoubtedly a huge loss of face. In addition, Fei Ren's attack speed was so fast that it was difficult to avoid. .
"If you lose, you lose. If you are not convinced, you can come back and try again, but I can't guarantee that you can still survive..."
Glancing at the unwilling Ma Rulong, Fei Ren raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of mockery.
Originally, he was not a good man and a believer. He had a thousand lives on his hands, not to mention eight hundred, and countless warriors were devoured by the Immortal Refining Cauldron.
If he hadn't been in the Qingyang Arena, where there were so many people, and if he didn't want to expose the secret and true strength of the Immortal Refining Cauldron, Fei Ren would have held back, otherwise he would have killed Ma Rulong in front of him with one palm. Kill him, rather than injure him.
"Asshole! Damn it!"
Although his chest was full of anger, Fei Ren's strength was indeed far superior to him. At this time, Ma Rulong had no other choice but to talk.
"In the sixth game, Fei Ren wins!"
Although Ma Rulong was still cursing and speaking quickly, the boy in gray clothes who was in charge of the referee next to him did not stand still. He only waved his hand and several staff members rushed out of the passage next to him, and then they Ma Rulong, who was seriously injured, was carried down.
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"Another instant kill. From the looks of it, this Fei Ren is going to win ten consecutive victories..."
"My dear, are you afraid that this kid will break the record of Qingyang Arena..."
"It shouldn't be possible... As far as I know, the strongest record in Qingyang Arena in the past twenty years is fifteen consecutive victories. The record holder is Feng Buqun, the leader of Fengwu Sect. He is a high star. A powerful person..."
Seeing Fei Ren's invincible posture in the ring, everyone on the viewing platform was also talking about it. Most of them were casual cultivators and dignitaries in the physical training realm, but there were also some middle-class people among them. The warriors in Hejing seemed to be equally shocked by Fei Ren's strength.
.....
In the Qingyang Arena, the fierce battle is still going on, and except for Fei Ren's arena, which is a little deserted, the other arenas are in full swing. From time to time, defeated warriors are blasted out of the arena and reduced to corpses with blood splattered on them. on the spot.
Another half an hour later, Fei Ren still stood quietly in the middle of the ring. No one could defeat him, and his winning streak was maintained.
"In the seventh game, Fei Ren wins!"
"In the eighth game, Fei Ren wins!"
...
"In the ninth game, Fei Ren wins!"
At this time, the young man in gray who was in charge of the referee was already numb with shock, and his tone of voice gradually became stiffer.
There is no way, Fei Ren's strength is too terrifying, no matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, he will be defeated and leave the field in the end. Some of the more unlucky guys can't even take Fei Ren's slap, and are killed on the spot, including many who are at the fourth level of Zhonghe Realm. The master!
"This kid is really a freak. He obviously only has the cultivation level of the first level of the Zhonghe Realm. Even the fourth level warriors of the Zhonghe Realm are no match for him. How on earth does this guy practice... He is really a casual cultivator. ?!"
Not far outside the arena, Xiahou Ba was seen standing quietly in the corner of a high platform with his arms folded, looking shocked. His eyes looking down at Fei Ren were filled with disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster.
"No wonder His Majesty the King of Jin wants to win over this kid. It seems that my information is not very accurate..."
As if he remembered something, an inexplicable smile appeared on Xiahou Ba's lips, and the next moment he turned around and disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
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In the ring, after waiting for another incense, Fei Ren frowned slightly when he saw no one came forward to challenge him, and at the same time looked at the young man in gray clothes beside him.
"Is there no one left?"
"Hero, there are no challengers in the Silver Arena here..."
Seeing Fei Ren's gaze, the boy in gray felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He immediately took out the roster in his arms and looked up and down. Then he said helplessly, and his tone became a little timid, as if he was afraid of Fei Ren's anger.
After all, Fei Ren's strength was too exaggerated, and few people could survive five moves in his hands. They were either seriously injured or killed. The remaining challengers were all frightened to other arenas and did not dare to provoke him at all.
"There's really no one left?!"
Hearing this, Fei Ren was also a little surprised. Now he has won nine consecutive games and is only one game away from reaching his tenth consecutive victory record.
According to the rules of Qingyang Arena, there is a big gap between the rewards for nine consecutive wins and ten consecutive wins. Although nine consecutive wins can also enter the Baibao Pavilion to choose a treasure, the final Yuan Stone reward is only half, compared with five consecutive wins. It’s the same as winning. As long as you win ten consecutive games or more, you can get all the Yuan Stone rewards!
"I'll go! I won't fight so many times in vain, young master, I'll lose all my blood!"
Thinking of this, Fei Ren's face suddenly turned livid and ugly.
"Hero, um... if you still want to continue fighting, you can be promoted to the golden stage, and your winning streak will not be interrupted..."
Seeing the change in Fei Ren's face, the young man in gray clothes beside him also had a lump in his throat, and then he reminded him weakly, as if he could read Fei Ren's thoughts.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Ren's expression froze. "You didn't even ask..." The boy in gray clothes scratched his head and smiled dryly.
"Then you help me advance to the golden stage!"
Just like a face change in a Sichuan opera, Fei Ren looked overjoyed again and spoke.
After a while, under the leadership of the young man in gray, Fei Ren also came to the center of the entire Qingyang Arena, where there was a huge competition ring, and the entire ring floor was made of solid granite, which was strong enough to withstand high temperatures. The energy impact below the star realm is rare and valuable.
"That Fei Ren has been promoted to the golden ring! Is he really going to hit the ten-game winning streak?!"
"However, the cultivation level of the first level of the Zhonghe Realm can actually defeat the invincible opponents in the Silver Arena. This kid is even more powerful than the previous Iron Fist Gu Yun..."
"There are truly talented people from generation to generation. In addition to Ziyang Chamber of Commerce and Fengwu Sect, I didn't expect that our Qingyang County would also produce such a talented warrior..."
On the high platform of the arena, when Fei Ren came to the center of the competition ring, there was another sound of surprise from the crowd watching, and then there were endless discussions, the crowd was noisy, and the atmosphere in the arena was once again... Came to the climax.
"Golden Arena, Game 10, Fei Ren vs. Sun Xingtai!"
The voice of the boy in gray came out again, and the next moment Fei Ren also jumped onto the ring, while standing firmly.
"Is this guy my opponent..."
After letting out a breath of turbid breath, Fei Ren raised his eyes and looked across the ring. He saw a thin, slender young man with black hair drinking alcohol. He raised the wine gourd high in his hand and showed a hint of drunkenness on his sallow face. At this moment, his eyes are drooping, as if he is a drunkard who has not yet sobered up, which makes people feel wary.
