I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 19 Rules...Coffin! (Third update!)
When Zhang Jun walked along the path to the station meeting point, the second senior brother and senior senior brother were already waiting for him there.

After seeing Zhang Jun, the second senior brother hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Zhang Jun aside: "Why are you here? I was ready to call you."

"Isn't it time yet?" Zhang Jun glanced around and found that there were quite a few people coming.

The second senior brother rolled his eyes and did not continue talking about this topic. Instead, he asked about Elder Li's incident yesterday.

After all, this matter has caused quite a fuss. Elder Li is still lying in bed. It is said that he will not get out of bed for ten days and a half.

"So miserable?"

Zhang Jun was stunned when he heard the news. He really didn't expect that Lao Li was so unfaithful that he was hurt so badly just by being slapped by the Beast King.

"What do you think? Several bones were broken. Fortunately, the vitality was not damaged. I just need to cultivate myself well."

After saying that, the second senior brother realized something and stamped his foot: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, what happened yesterday? You must have done it when Elder Li was stripped naked!"

"It wasn't me. He took it off himself. He said he wanted to show the beast king his parrot. But the beast king got angry and slapped him. I didn't do anything."

Zhang Jun's voice was loud and exaggerated. Everyone was listening with their ears pricked up, but it immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Zhang Jun is very satisfied with the effect. He likes to do things like talking nonsense and adding insult to injury.

The corner of the second senior brother's mouth twitched a few times. If he hadn't known his little junior brother's temperament well, he would have almost believed his lies.

"Stop talking about useless things and talk about business."

The senior brother glared at Zhang Jun with a dark face and stopped the topic, not daring to let Zhang Jun continue to talk nonsense.

"This is a disciple battle. You must be careful. I have taken care of the senior brothers who are participating in the battle with you. If you encounter a battle, stay back and don't show off."

The senior brother pointed at the three young men behind him and gave Zhang Jun a brief introduction.

"Hua Lin, Mo Yu, and He Fan are all the outstanding figures of the younger generation of our Wusheng Sect. They are good at spells, assassination, and divination respectively."

Zhang Jun glanced over and wrote down the names of the three of them. They were quite easy to remember. The names of Paddling, Fishing, and Lunch Boxes were quite personal.

After the senior brother finished speaking, he led Zhang Jun forward and said, "Three senior brothers, I'll take care of my little junior brother."

The three of them looked at Zhang Jun with curiosity in their eyes.

"Hahaha, my junior brother is already well-known now. Don't worry, our Star Curse lineage and your Blood Evil lineage are the same. When the time comes, my junior brother will just follow us."

Hua Lin said with a smile.

"Let me be clear, the three of us are not very strong. If we come to a critical moment, we may not be able to protect you. When the time comes, life and death will be determined by destiny. No one of us should blame the other."

It was Mo Yu who spoke. This guy was covered in a black cloak, including most of his face, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

Zhang Jun only felt that this guy had an elusive aura about him. When you saw him, he was standing in front of you. When you couldn't see him, it was really difficult to feel the presence of this person.

This may be because the other party is proficient in the art of assassination.

"OK, Got it."

Regarding Mo Yu's words, Zhang Jun didn't think there was anything excessive. His brothers were settling accounts, and they didn't despise him as a burden, so what qualifications did he have to complain.

"Little brother, don't worry about this guy. I see that your face is glowing red. It seems that you are blessed with great luck. You may or may not be the lucky star for the three of us."

He Fan walked over and said with a smile.

Only when Zhang Jun raised his head could he see He Fan's face. He had a thin face and his eyes were covered with black cloth. He seemed to have an eye disease, but he could move and walk without any impact at all.

"Can you see it?"

"You can't see the physical body, but you can see the luck in the world."

He Fan gives people the feeling of an old savant, and Zhang Jun always feels that he is familiar, as if the old thief is the same in reality.

This Wusheng Sect is a demonic sect, but it seems that the disciplines are quite complicated.

"Don't talk nonsense here, you blind man. You might as well calculate whether we are lucky or unlucky this time."

Mo Yu frowned and said.

"Haha, I've already calculated it. It's the Tai hexagram. It's good news that the three yuan of fortune are strong, and you'll get good luck in making money. You'll be very proud of your transactions and travels. There's no harm in talking about right and wrong."

"I'd like to lend you some good words!" Mo Yu had a cold temperament, but after hearing He Fan's words, his face relaxed a lot.

"Come on, don't waste time."

Hua Lin looked at the time and it was almost time, so he urged everyone to set off as soon as possible.

The four people passed through the building door and were directly transported to the waiting area of ​​the arena.

In addition to the four of them, there are many figures waiting here, including other demonic disciples participating in this disciple battle.

Zhang Jun took a cursory glance and found that there were at least dozens of people, so he could predict the intensity of the disciple battle.

"Hey, it's Senior Brother Hua. You guys are a step too late. In the last game, our Demonic Patriarch personally came on the scene and killed the opponent. It's a pity that you didn't see it."

A man stepped forward and said to Hua Lin.

The last match was a battle between two masters at the pinnacle of Taoism. This level of competition could only be encountered once in a long time.

Oh, the last battle between Gu Yuan and Taoist Yushu was under special circumstances. Gu Yuan used some special resources to force a decisive battle with Taoist Yushu.

Normally, these Dao-level masters would not appear easily.

"That's a bit of a pity, but it's a good thing that our brothers and sisters can fight side by side this time. It's just right to kill them."

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Hua is indeed a hero of our generation. Come on, let's get close to each other before it starts. I'll introduce a few more Junior Sisters to you..." Hua Lin was quickly entered into the crowd.

"Hmph, you're the first to show off!"

Zhang Jun turned around and saw Mo Yu staring at Hua Lin with his head lowered, turning around with disdain and hiding himself in the shadows.

Zhang Jun looked between the two of them and suddenly felt that he liked Mo Yu's character better.

"Junior Brother Zhao, please sit down and rest first. I have some pastries here. Eat more to replenish your strength."

He Fan was used to this and pulled Zhang Jun to sit on a chair nearby.

He took out a box of exquisite snacks from his storage bag and gave them to Zhang Jun.

"Thank you, brother."

Looking at the snacks handed to him, Zhang Jun did not eat them directly, but just held them in his hands: "By the way, is senior brother very good at Feng Shui Yi Xue?"

Zhang Jun thought of something. The old Taoist priests in reality were unreliable, so he could just verify it with He Fan.

"It's okay. Junior Brother Zhao, do you have anything you want to ask?"

"There is one thing. I read in a book that there is a destiny called... Geng Xin De Xing. Senior brother, do you know about this?"

He Fan broke the cake into pieces and put it in his mouth. He ate very slowly. After hearing Zhang Jun's words, he finished the food carefully and sneered a few times.

"Geng Xin is lucky, hehe, this is not a good destiny."

"Not a good destiny? But in the book..."

Zhang Jun frowned. Could it be that what the old man said was just deceiving him?

But I checked on the Internet and found that Gengxin is lucky, which is indeed a rare destiny in the Book of Changes.

He Fan could hear Zhang Jun's hesitant tone, so he ate another piece of pastry slowly and then said: "It's not that this fate is bad, but it's that it can easily lead to disaster. Nine out of ten people with this kind of fate will become A victim of the family uses his life to prolong the family's wealth and fortune, so he often doesn't live long."

"Oh, that was pretty miserable."

Zhang Jun had a look of sudden realization and some sympathy on his face, and said casually: "If this person knew about it, he would definitely resist vigorously."

"It's useless!"

He Fan rejected this idea directly.

"Once this fate is tampered with, there is no possibility of reversing it. In the end, even if you have the ability to reach heaven, you will still be dead. This is fate, and even an enlightened heavenly being cannot change it."

These words made Zhang Jun feel cold.

"Then there's no other way?"

He Fan thought for a moment, and after finishing all the cakes in his hand, he said to Zhang Jun: "Maybe I'm not good at studying. Maybe, I don't know. It's just that the world is like a chess game, and our fate is like a chess game. Chess pieces can change their destiny against the will of heaven. This is a competition with heaven. Who can defeat half of the pieces of heaven?"

At the end of the sentence, He Fan himself began to feel dazed. It seemed that the four words "Shengtian Banzi" had an inexplicable magic power to him.

"It's about to start!!"

It wasn't until someone shouted that he interrupted He Fan's thoughts: "Let's go and have a look. I hope the rules aren't too weird this time."

He Fan put away the food box and called Zhang Jun to go forward together.

"Ok!"

Zhang Jun took a deep breath, glanced at the bloody palm, exhaled a deep breath, then stood up and followed He Fan.

Wait for everyone to come to the edge of the arena.

The huge wheel of rules has begun to spin.

The three-layer carousel is terrain, rules, and competition methods.

However, Zhang Jun keenly discovered that this turntable was different from the last turntable.

He had a good memory. He had glanced at many of the graphics on the turntable last time, but now he couldn't find those graphics at a glance.

Explain that in every competitive match, the graphics on the turntable will change.

This undoubtedly greatly increases the difficulty of competitive matches.

Everyone was staring at the turntable attentively until the first turn of the turntable stopped, and a strange figure appeared in front of them.

It looks like a hill, but the shape is upside down.

"What kind of terrain is this??"

Everyone is also very surprised, this is a rare figure.

"It should be a mountainous landscape."

Someone whispered.

"Kakakakakaka..."

While he was talking, the turntable on the second floor finally stopped. Everyone stared at the pointer on the turntable with wide eyes, and the figure they pointed at suddenly showed confusion.

Zhang Jun took a closer look and saw that it was actually a coffin...

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