My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 188 The Past Three Years
The fighting arena is overcrowded.

The sounds of fighting, yelling, cursing, all kinds of noisy sounds are intertwined and deafening.

Yun Chi stepped onto the black stone-polished steps, climbed up to the stands, and walked towards Chen Jing through the crowd who sometimes pushed and shoved.

"Come on," Chen Jing swept the ashes with one hand, and quickly pulled her to sit down with the other, "Hualian, sit down and watch."

"I inquired about the fighting arena first thing in the morning when I opened my eyes. I thought you would come after practicing swordsmanship, so I'll take a seat first."

Chen Jing smiled and put his face closer, "Praise me quickly!"

"Praise?" Yun Chi raised his hand to touch the head that was close up, and then slapped him vigorously, "Are you satisfied?"

"Ouch!" Chen Jing covered his head, aggrieved, "Knocking your head every day makes you stupid."

Yun Chi scoffed coldly, "You deserve it for being stupid."

"If you're stupid, don't you become a foolish man?" He leaned forward again, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose, pretending to be surprised, "So Hualien likes a foolish man!"

Yun Chi was furious, "Looking for smoke!"

"Hurry up, let's start."

Seeing her raising her hand again, Chen Jing hurriedly pulled down her little hand that was about to move, pressed it on her thigh, and signaled her to watch the fun.

Yunchi's rear molars kept grinding and creaking.

After a few breaths, he barely extinguished his anger and turned his head to look at the fighting arena.

The bloody fighting arena is composed of a fighting arena the size of half a football field, and high stands made of black stones on all sides. A circular defensive circle surrounds the fighting arena to ensure that the spectators will not be accidentally injured.

at this time.

Fighting for their lives on the fighting arena are two men.

The skinny one was wearing the costumes of the disciples of the previous life; the one in ragged and dirty clothes was tall and burly with bare hands, with a faint bronze glow on his body, he should be a body repairer.

I saw the thin man's right wrist fluttering, and a long vine full of thorns instantly condensed between his fingers.

Snapped!
The long vine was flexible like a snake, and it drew towards the strong man, and the thorny whip wrapped around the strong man's neck.

The thin disciple grabbed the vine and soared into the sky.

The strong body repairer's eyes were red, his face and body were bloodstained, but he didn't see a single injury. He was strangled by someone, but he didn't show any panic.

The long vine was tense, and it was about to lift the strong man.

But at this time-

Ti Xiu suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a howl, like pain or excitement, his right arm swelled up, and his muscles suddenly slammed into the black stone ground with a fist.

clap clap clap!
The green vine transformed by spiritual power broke into sections.

The thin disciple stepped on the boundary wall of the magic circle, ran fast, and at the same time condensed seven or eight long vines, attacking the strong man from all directions.

This time, the strong man grabbed the vine directly.

With a sudden pull, the thin man was pulled in front of the strong man in an instant before he could cut off the connection between the long vine and himself.

boom!
The brawny man's big fist, which was like a hill of copper light, directly pierced through the thin man's chest.

"Qinu, Baal wins!"

The simple and rich broadcast sounded, and the whole fighting field immediately boiled.

"Hahaha!"

The Qinu named Baal shook his right arm once and for all. The thin man was spinning on his forearm. Blood was coming from his mouth. He shrugged his head. It looked like he was dead, but he didn't dead.

Yun Chi stared at the field, thoughtful.

The two people fighting are both at the peak of Qi training, but their body skills are sophisticated and proficient, far from the heights that Qi training monks can achieve.

"At the critical moment of life and death, why did the disciples of the previous life suppress their cultivation?"

Chen Jing squinted at the thin man who was thrown in the corner by the strong man like trash, and said coldly, "He wants to release all his cultivation to save his life, but in this fighting arena, all living beings are equal, and the highest cultivation reaches the peak of Qi training. "

"Guess why?" Chen Jing blinked his left eye for a while.

When the disciples of the previous life talked about the young master and the Qinu Xingshi, they had to mention the fighting arena. She also listened to some bits and pieces yesterday, and combined with what she saw just now...

Yun Chi's eyes turned cold, "Is this fighting arena set up for selecting or promoting disciples?"

Presumably defeating Barr was the task of the thin disciple.

"Yes, not all."

Chen Jing said with a smile, "There are two rules for the former life sect.

First, all disciples must defeat one hundred Qinu on this fighting arena every year, and the Qinu they face is usually two to one level higher than the disciples in real cultivation.

Second, take part in at least one capture-the-flag battle every six months. It is also in this fighting arena that five hundred Qinu and ten disciples will snatch ten raw flags. .

Correspondingly, if it is a Qi Nu..., if he can defeat three hundred disciples in a row in the confrontation, and survive three capture the flag battles, he can regain his freedom. "

"Look at the siege formation." Chen Jing lifted his chin slightly, and glanced at the top of the fighting platform, "This formation is called Fantian Formation, and it was created by You Yuan, the Venerable Lord of Wrongs. Once you enter the formation, no matter how much you cultivate high, they will be immediately compressed to the peak of Qi training."

At the place where his gaze was focused, directly above the fighting platform, a huge blood-colored array slowly rotated.

The formation pattern is complicated and exquisite, and the power of the tricky formation pouring down from the periphery of the formation disk forms a transparent cylindrical formation wall, separating the small fighting field into two worlds.

Inside the formation is a bloody fighting field.

Outside the formation is an indifferent entertainment place.

Before he knew it, Yun Chi's left hand clenched into a fist.

"Cultivation is suppressed, but body skills are not restricted. It is no wonder that the disciples of the previous life are one against ten. Before, I thought it was the ability that was cultivated in the execution of the mission. Now it seems that the contribution of this fighting arena is obviously greater. "

The general of the Volcanic clan, her little Shitou, that high-spirited young man.

Just spent three years in such a dirty place!
Being tattooed behind the ear becomes a tool for others to hone their fighting skills!
But because of her good looks, she was spotted by the young sect master they were talking about, and became a taboo!

You Yuan, You You, everyone in the previous life sect deserves to die!

Luo Wuqing, who kidnapped him, should also be damned!

As well as those indentured slaves who abused him in private, none of them could live!
That bright woman whose eyes are full of stars and always smiles, seems to always only remember joy but not sorrow, at this moment, the hatred of a prairie fire is burning in her chest, and the world-destructive anger is brewing in her big eyes.

A ray of wind blew up from the sideburns.

A blue figure flew out from beside him, and Chen Jing shouted anxiously, "Hualien, what are you doing?"

At the end of the fighting, the broken ground on the fighting platform was repaired by Fan Tianzhen, and it was as smooth as ever.

The body of the thin disciple was also cleaned up by the trick, but the bloody smell that remained in the air permeated for a long time.

Deng!
A crisp sound pierced the sky, and the sky-turning array was activated again, and the simple and thick voice once again echoed throughout the fighting arena.

"Disciple Li Feng, this year's No. 20 five matchups are about to begin, against Qi Nu and Wang Tianci."

As soon as the announcement sounded, a certain disciple sitting in the stands touched his belt suspiciously.

empty!

He looked again at the empty seat on the right, and finally turned his gaze to the fighting ring, pointed at the woman on the stage carrying a machete, and shouted, "She stole my ID card!"

He wanted to shout two more times, but was silenced, and his body fell back to his seat uncontrollably.

Is there anyone else who steals ID cards and fights for others?
Hearing the shout, the people around couldn't help but look sideways, curiously looking for the source of the sound.

When the eyes of Qi Shushu looked over, the shouting had died down, and the disciples also sat back in their seats, staring blankly ahead.

"Tch! I'm sick!"

Someone was dissatisfied, spat, and turned his head to the fighting ring awkwardly. When he looked at the woman on the stage, he immediately became emotional and clamored for a quick start.

The woman was wrapped in a strong blue dress, her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, her face was clear and clean, but her eyes were extremely cold and sharp.

He is heroic and valiant, but also has a fairy air, and does not have a sense of arrogance that is beyond the world.

Chen Jingjian frowned deeply, got up and squeezed to the bottom and front row of the stands, stood at the closest position to the fighting ring, and watched the stage nervously.

Yunchi was burning with anger and had to find a vent to vent his anger.

(End of this chapter)