An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Whether the other party is out looking for acquaintances, to make new friends, or they are simply curious about the identity of the monk in the flying boat.

Anyway, those who dared to put their spiritual consciousness on the flying boat, one by one, all left cursing as if they were electrocuted.

There are even some good people who feel the stench because of Fang Ping's spiritual consciousness exploration, and because of their own bad taste, they even deliberately lure others to extend their spiritual consciousness to enjoy it.

And those monks who were disgusted by Fang Ping without knowing what was going on naturally had to scold Fang Ping again.

Fang Ping, who was so annoyed, simply stopped pretending. Since you have nothing to do to make trouble, I will just let you go. If any of you want to enjoy it, just come.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ping felt a lot more relaxed after this. Under the influence of the stench, not only everyone was willing to get close to Fang Ping, but even their spiritual consciousness was affected by the stench before they even came into contact with Fang Ping. Forced back.

As a result, more people knew about the existence of such a smelly guy like Fang Ping, so many people would choose to stay away without hesitation after seeing Fang Ping.

Fang Ping was also happy to be pure, so he moved forward unhurriedly. The location where he had planned to practice in seclusion was not too far from Ziyun Mountain, so he arrived at Ziyun Mountain very quickly.

There was no need to search for it at all. Following the monks with different brilliance, they easily found the location of the arena.

It was a valley that had been specially cleaned up and was more than ten miles long and wide, surrounded by mountains.

The valley is shrouded by a large formation. In better locations on the mountain peaks, there are already monks either in groups or alone, looking down at the formation below.

Fang Ping came with a stinky smell and found a stone to stand on. The nearby monks immediately left with curses and no one tried to compete with him for a moment.

"I didn't expect that having a bad smell would have so many unexpected benefits."

Fang Ping felt secretly happy. If it wasn't hard for him to bear it, he really didn't want this smell to disappear.

Fang Ping's location is on the south side of the valley, and human monks are basically also located on this side.

On the hilltop on the north side of the valley, there are monster beasts of different shapes, with expressions that may be lazy, angry, or disdainful.

The large formation in the valley should be specially designed for thunder. It not only has strong protective capabilities, but also prevents the monks outside from being affected when the two sides in the arena fight.

At the same time, it also has some space expansion functions, which can make the space in the formation wider, so that the warring parties will not be troubled by venue problems.

When Fang Ping arrived, there was a fat wild boar monster fighting with a Nascent Soul cultivator in the formation.

Judging from their condition, the wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh, and its movements are strong and fast, and its attacks are decisive and resolute.

On the other hand, although the opponent was equally elegant and unrestrained, with a variety of attack methods, he was still unable to cause much damage to the opponent when facing this wild boar.

On the other hand, the wild boar would collide or attack from time to time, which would often leave the monk in a hurry for a while.

"The human side will lose this round."

Fang Fang was expressionless. If nothing unexpected happened, the defeat of this human monk would only be a matter of time.

Although he is also a human being, for this tournament, Fang Ping is not really a human being at all.

He didn't care at all whether the humans or the monsters would win in the end. He was just watching the fight between the two sides as a bystander.

Sure enough, just as Fang Ping guessed, the wild boar finally withstood the human monk's various attacks one after another, and successfully seized the opportunity to hit the opponent's chest with its head, causing a big hole in the opponent's chest, and then He swallowed the other person's body directly into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

The winner was decided, the light from the arena dissipated, and the figure of the wild boar appeared in front of everyone. The wild boar burped and said in a loud voice:

"It's very good. The smell of human monks is really delicious. There is no stinky smell like monsters at all."

After saying that, it raised its head and looked at the monks around it and said: "I, Zhu Xiaopeng, are there any human wastes who come down to fight with me?

I was barely full after eating just one person. I hope another kind person will help me fill my stomach. "

This statement naturally caused a burst of scolding from the monks around him.

"You've gone too far, you wild boar. It's obviously just a ring fight, why do you want to kill someone?"

"You just won one game by luck. Do you really think you are invincible?"

"Do you really think that the countless strong men of our human race here will be afraid of you, a wild boar?"

Faced with this riot of curses, Zhu Xiaopeng was not angry. Instead, he picked up a magic dagger and said casually while picking his teeth: "Humans only have so much ability to talk and talk. If it really comes down to it, you will end up with a real knife." When the shooting started, you all just wanted to go back to your mother's womb, for fear of being swallowed by me. "

These words were not polite at all, and made many monks present furious. Even a few monks rushed down to fight with each other.

"Oh, I thought you were all cowards, but I didn't expect that there are still a few who are brave but have no brains to withstand the garbage of the general."

Zhu Xiaopeng stepped lightly on the ground, and the formation light curtain lit up again. Then a monk was enveloped by the formation light curtain, and he and Zhu Xiaopeng were pulled into the formation.

At this time, Zhu Xiaopeng's voice came out: "You guys outside are lucky. I will be full after eating the garbage in front of me. Then I will just kill you and save your bodies for later."

As he spoke, the wild boar was already fighting with his opponent.

From Fang Ping's perspective, in the valley, there were many monsters of different sizes in the north, looking at everything in front of them with indifference.

Across from them, that is, on the south side of the valley, there were many cultivators fighting against each other.

And the cultivation strength of these people and monsters was not weak, at least they had the cultivation of the spirit transformation. I think they should be the cultivators sent by both sides to ensure the fairness of the ring battle.

The wild boar and the opponent in the formation were attacking and defending with all their strength, but although the cultivator this time had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, his actual combat experience seemed to be pitiful. When facing the attack of the wild boar, he often seemed a little flustered.

Fang Ping secretly shook his head. He had no idea what this cultivator was thinking. He dared to leave the arena with such limited strength. Now, he would soon become food for the wild boar.