Reborn Tyrannosaurus Rex

Chapter 106 Gold Medal Arena

Time passed quickly, today is the date for the decisive battle between Yang Shengtian and Yan Long, and there is still half an hour before the decisive battle, but the gold medal arena is already very lively, and there are nearly a thousand people sitting on the watching stage Well, the ones who can sit here are at least late-stage cultivators, and they have to pay a lot of money to be able to come.

The head of the Crazy Sword Sect of Liangyue City also came. The four great silver sword guardians, Zhao Feng, and some elite disciples occupied a powerful position on the stage. The entire stage was basically divided into three parts by the Zhao family and the Yang family. Second, the other cultivators were sitting scattered.

What is strange is that the leader of the Blackwater Gang did not come. It is indeed very strange that the Blackwater Gang only came to a few guardians for such a top-notch duel.

"Haha, this position is more advantageous, with a wide view, and you can see the battle in the arena clearly, and we are here." Huchu pointed to a deserted area and smiled. In fact, for a cultivator, Vision is also very important. In a duel between masters, it is difficult for the spiritual sense to capture the movements of the masters. At this time, you must rely on your eyes.

The information obtained by the eyes and the information obtained by the spiritual sense are not completely equal, and each has its advantages and disadvantages.

The area Huchu pointed at was indeed a good location. Lu Hao and Huang Yan walked over and stood beside them, while Su Chi in a purple robe walked slowly with a jug of wine in his hand, beside the crowd. Picked up a seat at random and sat down.

"Miss Yanzi, Brother Lu Hao, Senior Su Chi, Brother Huchu, our Kuangdaomen has prepared a VIP table for you all, please come with me." Zhao Feng came to Lu Hao and the others, very respectful Said bluntly, in the face of Su Chi, a master, he did not dare to be negligent or careless.

Patriarch Zhao Rui has already given very clear instructions that Su Chi's strength is unfathomable, and Zhao Feng has a very humble expression on his face, waiting for everyone's answer.

Huchu frowned, and just about to speak, Lu Hao said lightly: "Thank you for your kindness, but now we have a seat, and this position is quite good."

Zhao Feng smiled wryly in his heart, he had expected this ending a long time ago, but even if he was rejected, he still wanted to come, such a move would definitely only be beneficial to Kuang Dao Sect, not harmful.

"Then Brother Lu Hao, Senior Su Chi, this junior is leaving." Zhao Feng still had a humble expression on his face, he didn't see any frustration at all, bowed slightly, stepped back and walked out, acting very polite.

Su Chi's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "You have a good mind, it seems that this kid's achievements in the future are definitely not just the head of the Zhao family, ha ha."

Huchu raised his eyes and looked around, searching everywhere, and said very puzzled: "Why can't you see Uncle Yan? Could it be that he is afraid? Yes." And Yang Shengtian of the Yang family had already appeared on the platform of the Yang family, like stars supporting the moon.

Suddenly there was an extremely arrogant voice: "Hey, you guys, get the hell out of here, this is our Liu family's territory."

Huchu immediately turned his head, his eyes were burning, and he stared fiercely at those cultivators, while Huang Yan frowned, showing a look of disgust, while Su Chi sat leisurely without changing his face. Not being able to attract any attention from him is like a person who is simply disdainful when faced with the provocation of a few ants.

The five cultivators in brocade clothes and jade belts had handsome faces and a burly figure, but what they said had nothing to do with humility. They were very arrogant, and the leader scolded loudly: "What's wrong, you dare to stare at me? You really want to die. We Liu Killing you is like crushing an ant."

Lu Hao closed his eyes, snorted and said: "The Liu family, a small family that is not well-known in the corner."

Hearing the words, the five brocade-clothed cultivators raised their heads and stared at Lu Hao ferociously. They planned to do something without saying a word. The leader's hand flashed, and a sharp weapon was already in his hand. He said angrily: "Don't blame us for insulting our Liu family."

"Huh!" The shadow flashed, and Lu Hao disappeared in place.

The five brocade-clothed cultivators were astonished, as if a gust of wind had blown by. The wind was not an ordinary wind, but a rushing gust of wind that could blow a person up into the air. In just a moment, the five brocade-clothed cultivators were so weak , was blown into the air by the strong wind, without even a weak struggle.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"My legs are broken, it hurts..."

"My dantian is broken..."

The gust of wind stopped for a while, and Lu Hao's figure reappeared in place, looking at the arena from the corner of his eyes.

And tens of meters away, five brocade-clothed cultivators fell to the ground in disorder, covered in blood, with pained expressions and horrified faces. They looked at each other, stood up and supported each other, and walked outside. The wind just now It made them feel terrified, they couldn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, how could they dare to stay, and fled away in a desperate manner.

Huchu laughed loudly, and said Langlang: "A group of guys who are overwhelmed are really asking for trouble, and they can't blame others."

In the center of the arena hundreds of meters away, in the sky, suddenly, a white afterimage shot out from the camp of the Yang Family cultivators. When it was in the center of the arena, the figure stopped. Hovering in the air, the white brocade robe trembled slightly in the wind, with a faint smile on his face.

The middle-aged man was Yang Shengtian, the Patriarch of the Yang Family, and said with a bright smile, "Yan Long, I, Yang Shengtian, have come, where are you?"

The sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the arena, so that every cultivator could clearly hear that Yang Shengtian had already arrived, but Yan Long, the Patriarch of the Mole Cave Mansion, had not yet arrived, and it was time for the competition. It made everyone a little disappointed that they couldn't meet the mysterious owner of the Mole's Cave Mansion.

"Su Chi, when I get rid of this Yang guy easily, we need to make gestures." A mysterious voice sounded beside Su Chi's ear.

Su Chi had a faint smile on his face, and responded via spiritual transmission: "Yan Long, this man named Yang has reached the late stage of Jindan, no wonder he dared to challenge you, but this level of strength is really not enough. With your temper, you will accept it." Yang's challenge is strange, very strange."

Yan Long chuckled, and said: "That bastard, Huchu, never believed in my strength, hehe, I made an exception in this competition, let the bastard see what real strength is, and let this The boy joins us at the Mole's Cave."

Yang Shengtian frowned slightly, and shouted: "Yan Long, haha, are you afraid? This is not your character. I haven't seen you for so many years. I can't imagine that you have become so timid."

That voice reverberated in the gold medal arena, attracting cynicism from Yang family cultivators, while Hu Chu blushed and was very angry. Uncle Yan would never be so timid, Uncle Yan is not like that at all People, if Uncle Yan doesn't come, there must be his reasons.

"Yang Shengtian, are you blind? Could it be that you can't see me coming, haha." A faint laughter came from the ground, and I saw a short and thin old man sitting cross-legged on the bluestone board of the arena, covered in dirt , looked very relaxed, did not look up at all.

Yang Shengtian's complexion changed slightly, his eyes suddenly became sharper, he looked down from the air, his right hand shook, a long sword was held in his hand, the edge of the sword was trembling, making a buzzing sound, the whole person's aura began to rise , Spiritual awareness and strength were completely combined, and as the momentum rose, the surrounding air flowed violently, and there was a sharp whistling sound.

"Yan Long, good, good." Yang Shengtian's words were very short.

Amidst the screaming sound, the long sword brought out a dazzling ray of light and accelerated suddenly. Yang Sheng's Heavenly Human Sword merged into a meteor and rushed down from the sky. The meteor rushed towards Yan Long. There is Yiling in his heart, a cultivator at the golden core stage, the aura alone is already very frightening, and the attack power is even more terrifying.

The meteor fell, but Yan Long still didn't look up.

"Boom!" There was a huge explosion.

The meteor hit Yan Long, and the terrifying sword energy and impact directly tore Yan Long into pieces. Even if it was torn into pieces, the terrifying power still didn't stop. It penetrated into the bluestone slab, and the bluestone slab exploded into the air. , The entire rock was smashed into pieces by the sword energy, and the sky was full of dust.

In just one round, Yan Long, the Patriarch of Mole's Cave Mansion, was shot dead, and was smashed into pieces by the meteors transformed into sword energy. Everyone watching the decisive battle was dumbfounded. The battle ended a little too soon.

Lu Hao looked dignified, his spiritual sense was searching, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly.Huchu looked horrified, his face was twitching, he shook his head from time to time, and said in pain: "Uncle Yan is dead? No, it is absolutely impossible, this must be a hallucination, it must be an illusion, Uncle Yan... I want to do it for you. You take revenge."

Huchu's voice was hoarse and crazy, and two lines of tears flowed down his eyes. He couldn't accept this fact.

The audience was silent, and there was a big hole in the center of the Gold Medal Arena, about tens of meters deep and several meters in diameter. It was Yang Shengtian's victory. If Yang Shengtian won, then they could get a lot of bets.

And Yang Shengtian was re-suspended in the air, the look in his eyes changed from surprise for a moment, to very vigilant, and his vigilance was completely raised to the highest level.

How can ordinary practitioners see the battles of Golden Core stage cultivators clearly? Lu Hao's heart suddenly moved. He had just vaguely observed that when the meteor hit Yan Long, Yan Long's body exploded. That kind of shattered appearance, dusty, without any flesh and blood, not even a trace of blood, the spiritual sense observed it very clearly.

It's just that the scene just now was too shocking, so Lu Hao ignored it. After thinking for a moment, he smiled lightly: "Then Yan Long is probably just a dummy made of mud."

This is Lu Hao's speculation. The power of spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation establishment, Lu Hao still saw the scene at that moment very clearly. There was no flesh and blood, and the dust was flying. Yang Shengtian just hit a dummy. The real Uncle Yan Where is it hidden?

(End of this chapter)