Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 883 Organization
"Huh? This is your first time here? Fellow Daoist, I advise you to go to other places to try your hand first. The two people on this fighting platform are extremely tyrannical characters, and they have both experienced With a record of winning dozens of games in a row, fellow daoists, don’t act rashly.” The deacon disciple scanned the number plate of the dialect and persuaded the dialect, but if he knew that the monk who had restrained his breath in front of him was actually The distracted monk didn't know what to do or think.

"Thank you fellow daoist for reminding me, but it's not necessary, you can arrange it." Fang Yan had a good impression of this kind-hearted deacon disciple, and then said with a smile.

Hearing the words in the dialect, this deacon disciple was just another cultivator who came to show off. I don't know how many people want to become famous by fighting with the masters every day, but only one person succeeds. See With a firm look in Fang Yan's eyes, he just shook his head and responded, "Okay, but it's not certain whether the other party will accept the challenge."

"It's okay, if I don't want to, I'll find someone else." Dialect said immediately.

Not long after, the fighting on the fighting platform subsided, and one of the slightly fatter monks won. Soon he received the message from the deacon disciple, looked at the place where the dialect was, then nodded and jumped off After entering the fighting platform, even though he has accepted the challenge, he still has to recover before starting.

In the central arena of the City of the Emperor of War, there are hundreds of thousands of fighting platforms, and there are tens of thousands of monks who participate in gambling and fighting skills in a day. No one cares about one more monk. What waves, of course, is because he restrained his breath, and imprisoned himself, even when he was fighting, he only used the strength of the Nascent Soul to deal with the opponent, otherwise, when the distracted breath came out, there would be no Nascent Soul cultivator Dare to take the stage.

With the strength of the dialect, the monks in the middle stage of distraction still have a chance to win, not to mention the opponents in the late stage of the Nascent Soul on the fighting stage, but the victory of the dialect is far from as clean as his own strength should be. An opponent, although no accident won, but it took a quarter of an hour, and he was even about to win. After the victory, the dialect did not greet others, nor did he stay on the stage to accept the challenge from others, and immediately jumped off the stage. After leaving the fighting platform, he flashed out of the central arena.

After a while, Fang Yan appeared in a secret room of an inn. He didn't take off the mask on his face. He only set up two defensive formations to isolate the breath around him. Cultivation method, casually bombarding the surrounding empty space, if the Nascent Soul cultivator who was defeated by Fang Yan just now was here, he might be able to find that the surrounding aura at this moment, as well as the methods in Fang Yan's hands, are all the same as those in the battle stage just now. The above situation is somewhat similar.

The dialect urging the exercise in his hand would stop from time to time, and after contemplating it for a while, he would continue again. After more than an hour, the dialect that stopped his hand immediately sat down cross-legged, waving his hand and holding the letter of war. Take it out again and open it slowly.

Not long after, Dialect once again fell into the rolling battle intent of the calligraphy, but this time Dialect did not go straight towards the word "war" in the depths, but after a few breaths, he withdrew his consciousness, and the book Closed the post, then closed his eyes and meditated.

A day later, Fang Yan stepped out of the secret room of the inn again and came to the central arena. With a slight sweep of his consciousness, he selected two monks who were fighting. The same process and the same ending as yesterday, a fight won After that, the dialect flashed away from the central arena again and returned to the secret room of the inn.

Such continuous fighting with the Nascent Soul's descendants is not because the dialect is idle, and it is not because of the idea of ​​teasing others. In fact, it is the same as what he did along the way in the ancient battlefield. , Dialect is already doing this, constantly pondering and comprehending the set of Zhanzi calligraphy given by Emperor Zhan. From the first time he was shocked by the Zhanzi, Fangyan knew that if he could grasp this artistic conception and use it In the actual fighting method, it will be a great improvement in strength, and if you want to comprehend the rolling fighting spirit, what dialect thinks of is to practice in practice. In the midst of dealing with seventh-level monsters or directly fighting with distracted monks, it is for oneself to be able to fully control and understand the subtleties in detail.

Days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, it had been a month since Dialect returned to the City of Zhandi, and the number plate in the central arena quietly turned into a record of [-] consecutive victories. , Except for a few deacon monks in the central arena, few people knew about this matter at all, but after a long time, it still attracted the attention of interested people.

This day, Dialect had just stepped onto the stage, and before he started fighting with his opponent, he realized that he was locked by the breath of the audience for a moment. Originally, there were thousands of spectators around the stage, and the eyes of several people were caught in it. I can't notice it at all, but the dialect is distracting, the soul is more concentrated than the middle stage of the gods, and the sense of consciousness is naturally much more sensitive than that of the same generation. Although it is only a faint hostility, it is still sensed in an instant, and the sense of consciousness is swept away. Fang Yan found out that several of them were opponents who had been defeated by him in this month, and he was embarrassed. After all, winning something from a group of Nascent Soul cultivators is not an honorable thing, so he shook his head slightly, and ignored them. Why come, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke yourself, just let them go.

The fighting on the stage soon began, and the eyes of the people in the audience kept their eyes on the dialect. After a while, one of them asked his companion beside him, "Are you sure it's that person? Although his methods are not weak, It shouldn't be able to defeat you."

"Senior Situ doesn't know something. I have been watching for several days. This monk has various skills, but he is good at all of them. In recent days, he comes to the stage once a day. Although the opponent is late Nascent Soul, There are differences in strength, but no matter who you face, this monk will overwhelm you, it seems that he intends to control his power."

"Huh? There is such strength?"

"I didn't really believe it at the beginning, but I have communicated with these fellow Taoists these days, and they all feel the same way, and he doesn't value the lottery at all, whether it's no lottery or heavy gambling. Dou, I don’t have any opinions at all.”

"That's right, Senior Situ, that's indeed the case. In the past month or so, he has won a lot from us."

Hearing the words of several people around him, Brother Situ didn't answer the words, but concentrated on watching the two sides fighting on the fighting platform. Not surprisingly, half a quarter of an hour later, the monk won again, and in a blink of an eye, he fell down the fighting platform and walked away. go.

Looking at the figure going away, Brother Situ asked the surrounding people again: "You said he never accepts challenges? Every time he comes, he chooses opponents at random?"

"It's like this. Even if someone rejects him, he doesn't really care. There is only one thing. He seems to only participate in one game every day."

"Many monks who want to use the fighting platform to hone their skills will do this, you don't need to worry about it, just send me a message when he comes back tomorrow." After leaving a sentence, this Situ monk also left in a flash.

"Senior Situ probably wants to absorb that person into the organization?"

"It goes without saying, just by looking at Senior Situ's tone, you can tell that he has moved his mind."

"When you meet this kind of character, it would be strange if you don't feel tempted. If you really want to join the organization, our team will have another strong player."

"It's hard to say what the result will be. Although this cultivator's skills are complicated and he doesn't look like a disciple of the sect, it seems that he doesn't care about gambling for the lottery at all. If he is not wealthy or powerful, he may not agree if the conditions are low."

"Let's not talk about him. The task has not been completed in the past few days. I still need to find a few more suitable opponents. I will leave first."

"I'm going too. Last time, those pieces of Yun Lingshi were harvested by me for several months, so I lost to that person. I would rather he disagree, and then let Senior Situ send someone to take it back directly. "

After exchanging a few words, the few remaining people also dispersed one after another, and each went towards the surrounding rings, inquiring about the status and strength of the monks on the rings, looking for their respective goals.

(End of this chapter)