At dawn the next day, Fei Ren in the room finally finished his training. After a night of retreat, although he could not break through the realm of Xiaocheng with the Wuhen Wuhen Movement Technique and the Five Mountains Capturing King Palm, he had improved a lot in his skill. The overall strength has also been slightly improved.
"It's time to go meet that guy..."
A flash of light flashed across his eyes, and Fei Ren's face showed a fierce fighting spirit.
Tuwugu is a martial arts master from the southwest barbarian tribe. His specific strength is unknown, but he is definitely not lower than the fifth level of Zhonghe Realm.
Moreover, compared to the warriors of the Great Chu Dynasty, these southern barbarians are more proficient in the art of body refining, and their physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary warriors of the same level. They are comparable to spiritual treasures and should not be underestimated!
.....
"Boy, you're here."
Outside the Qingyang Arena, it was dawn, and Xiahou Ba had been waiting not far from the entrance for a long time. He was wearing a black hat and gray robe, looking like a mysterious figure. He looked up at Fei Ren. .
"Brother Xiahou..."
After cupping his hands, Fei Ren nodded.
The opponent was a member of King Chu Wen of Jin, and although Tuwu Gu was from the southwestern barbarian tribe, he was very powerful. If he could be successfully subdued this time, the advantages would outweigh the disadvantages for Chu Wen, so Xiahou Ba naturally attached great importance to this competition.
Whether Fei Ren wins or Tu Gu wins in the end, Xiahou Ba can accept either outcome. After all, the one who survives is the strongest.
"There are not many people in the arena at the moment. Yesterday, the southern barbarian named Tugugu killed everyone. At the end of the battle, no one dared to come up to the stage to challenge. I think no one except you can subdue him... .”
Jie Jie smiled, Xiahou Ba had a playful look on his face, and seemed to value Fei Ren very much.
After all, Fei Ren was only at the first level of the Zhonghe Realm, but he was able to kill Sun Xingtai, who was at the fourth level of the Zhonghe Realm. The opponent was a relatively well-known young warrior, but he still lost to Fei Ren. It is enough to show that Fei Ren Ren's strength.
"Is this bastard going to bloodbath the entire Qingyang Arena? He killed so many people yesterday and is still coming today. Does he really think that our Great Chu Dynasty has no one..."
Hearing this, Fei Ren shook his head, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his lips, which was both cruel and decisive.
"Now that you're here, just leave your head behind..."
With a secret sneer in his heart, Fei Ren stepped into the arena.
With the Immortal Refining Cauldron in his possession, he is destined to follow a path of killing. Those who stand in my way will be killed, those who bully me will be killed, and those who harm me will be killed! Only by constantly killing and refining, can Fei Ren's cultivation level rise to the top, and he has no way out.
"This kid...!"
Looking at Fei Ren's leaving figure, Xiahou Ba suddenly frowned and twisted his brows into the Chinese character "Sichuan": "What a strong evil spirit. It seems that His Majesty the King of Jin did not misjudge the person... This guy is also a ruthless character..." .”
With his hands folded across his chest, Xiahou Ba looked solemn. He could feel a strong evil aura from Fei Ren's body, which was enough to show that Fei Ren had a lot of lives in his hands. They were all warriors who fought out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. Xiahou Ba naturally felt the same way.
"I'm really looking forward to this battle!" Thinking of this, Xiahou Ba suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. Although he didn't kill anyone himself, it was extremely rare to see two young masters, Tu Wu Gu and Fei Ren, duel. .
.....
It was noon, and the number of people in Qingyang Arena was increasing, and the atmosphere gradually reached a climax.
"Have you heard? The boy who killed all the southern barbarians yesterday is here to challenge again..."
"No, this guy is really strong, and almost none of his men are alive. He is cruel and ruthless."
"The warriors of the southwest barbarians are not only good at using Yuan Power, but they are also proficient in body refining. Their bodies are comparable to spiritual treasures. The warriors of the Great Chu Dynasty like us will indeed suffer a bit against them."
At this time, there was also a lot of discussion on the surrounding high platforms, and countless eyes were focused on the huge arena below, and finally fell on a burly, dark-faced black-haired young man, who was sighing for a moment.
"Da Chu, no one...?!"
He stepped heavily with the sole of his foot and heard a loud roar from Tu Gu Gu. He seemed to be a little irritable and stood there waiting, his pupils suddenly turned red, and his momentum was overwhelming.
Ever since he had a winning streak yesterday and killed dozens of people, fewer and fewer opponents came to challenge him. In the end, there was no one left. They all seemed to be intimidated by his powerful strength and did not dare to fight.
"Your Excellency, you have won twelve games in a row, why not..."
Next to the ring, a young man in gray clothes looked at the sharp figure on the stage with trepidation. Counting from yesterday's competition to now, the opponent has won twelve games in a row, and it is a golden ring, which is almost close to the former master of Fengwu Sect. The record is enough to make Qingyang County famous.
"roll!"
He roared angrily without looking back, his sharp eyes widened, as if he was full of fighting spirit.
"This southern barbarian, why did the sect master think of wooing him over in the first place? He is still a guest... With his mindless and reckless temperament, what qualifications do he have...!"
Outside the stadium, Yan Hong, who was hiding in the crowd, secretly clenched his fists. Seeing Tu Gugu taking the limelight in the arena, he was quite unwilling and secretly hated it.
As the helmsman of the Blood Knife Sect, Yan Hong's strength is not very strong, but he is definitely not weak. His overall strength is comparable to that of a third-level warrior in the Zhonghe Realm. He is also in a high-level position among some second-rate forces. willing.
Cao Shun, the leader of the Blood Knife Sect, has recently become friendly with a small Southern Barbarian tribe on the southwest border. The two parties have had contacts with each other. In the end, he invited the Southern Barbarian master Tu Wugu from the other tribe to serve as his guest. After that, Yan Hong, the Blood Knife Sect, The helmsman's position was also threatened.
"You brat! Just be crazy, you don't know how you will die one day...!"
Glancing at the towering figure still roaring in the arena below, Yan Hong frowned slightly, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face.
As a well-known person in the city, Yan Hong naturally knows that the better he behaves, the less and less his presence in the eyes of the sect leader Cao Shun will be. This is something he absolutely cannot admit, and he will do the whole Blood Knife thing. The existence that is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!
....
On the ring, just when Tuogugu was going crazy, a clear man's voice came from the distance.
"Young Southern Barbarian, I will be your opponent!"
I saw a figure flashing in mid-air, and the next moment Fei Ren's figure landed steadily, with a calm expression on his face.
"Who are you?"
His eyes were slightly focused, and he seemed to notice that the aura fluctuations on Fei Ren's body were not weaker than his own. Tuwugu also shouted fiercely, and at the same time he put on a fighting posture ready to go.
"The person who killed you...!"
Condensing the billowing energy in the palm of his left hand, Fei Ren looked calmly at the protruding bones, his lips were slightly opened, and he invisibly exuded a strong aura outwards, with murderous intent clearly revealed, as if the God of Death had just returned from purgatory, which made people feel sad. Heart palpitations.
