Best little divine farmer

The dwarf was very fast. The long knife in his hand flashed to the front of one of the gentry's sons. The body leaped, and the long knife fell from the sky.

However, the famous scholar's son was very calm and didn't pay any attention to the dwarf. With a slight mistake on his right foot, he escaped the blade from the sky!

At the same time, the right fist suddenly went up, the dwarf couldn't dodge and got a punch!

Tang Yifan nodded. It seems that these scholars really have two brushes. At least the two scholars have reached the realm of immortality!

Many of the contestants did not reach the celestial realm of strength, and all the children of these two literati were also a little proud.

The dwarf took a blow from the scholar's son, his face suddenly changed, his body turned over in the air, and then fell to the ground.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood, this punch, even let him seriously injured!

"Hum, you want to turn over? Dream about it. " The famous scholar's son moved his wrist and said coldly.

In his heart, the dwarf was in despair. He practiced hard all day in order to soar to the sky today, but the reality is that the distance between him and these people is still too far!

The sabre of the famous scholar's son is a bright red magic sabre, which makes bursts of shrill sound in his hands.

At this time, he rushed towards the dwarf, turned the magic knife in his hand, and passed the dwarf in an instant.

A lot of people didn't see clearly how the famous scholar's son made the sword, so they saw a deep wound on the dwarf's chest!

Blood gushed out, sprinkled on the field, the body also slowly fell down.

"Hum, dirty my blood."

The scholar's children gently wiped the blood on the magic knife with their fingers, put the knife back into its sheath, and by the way, lifted their hair.

The audience in the wrestling field of the guide issued a loud cry, and some women were fascinated.

There were few people left on the field, and they were all injured. The ground was dyed red with blood!

Those who failed were either kicked out of the court or fell to the ground.

These bloody scenes are more exciting, and the audience on the field is more crazy!

Tang Yifan sighed slightly. This is a sick country. Everyone is sick, but they are usually suppressed by an invisible mountain.

At this time, the two children of the literati family finally started. Absolutely, if there is no accident, the winner of their group will be decided from the two of them.

Both of them are very strong, some of them are equal, but the man holding the magic knife has a strange magic knife. With this, he finally won the victory.

"Well, the first battle is over, the winner, Mrs. Fukuda!"

The host's voice rang out, and all the audience stood up and cheered. Fukuda Taiye stood in the center of the scene with peace of mind and stepped on the blood under his feet, with a face of complacency.

Soon, several staff members went on the field and washed the blood with water. There were many water holes in the arena, and the blood flowed directly from these holes.

"OK, next is the second group of players, the competition begins!"

The second group competition also officially started at this time, all the players were fighting in blood, but Tang Yifan felt little interest.

Among these people, the highest cultivation is just the celestial realm. Like him, but Tang Yifan's strength can not be estimated by the superficial realm.

Tang Yifan is in the area behind the seats in the arena at this time, where all the players who have not yet played rest.

Some people look at the field through the auditorium and observe the strength of other players. Each group of players is in the same area and does not interfere with each other.

Tang Yifan's group is the last one, and there are many scholars in it. However, compared with the two in the first group, Tang Yifan's group seems too weak.

"Oh, it's not taotaro. Why is it near the big tree of the big island family?"

At this time, a scholar's son came up with a look of ridicule.

Tang Yifan paid no attention to him, but made him more aggressive.

"Well, even if you are backed by the big island family, do you dare to win? I bet a million spirit stones. I think the dashima family has lost their heart

Tang Yifan sighed slightly. Why does someone have to provoke himself.

"Don't say whether you win or not. You're the only one who's going to take part in the duel. Are you here to present your head?" Tang Yifan said seriously.

The famous scholar's son was so angry that he slapped Tang Yifan in the face!

Tang Yifan grabbed the hand of the famous scholar's son and glared fiercely.

A murderous atmosphere immediately diffused, and everyone was surprised to see Tao taro in front of him. It seemed that he was different from the previous depressed person.

"I don't know what to do after today, I think." Tang Yifan sneered twice.

Tang Yifan's murderous eyes soon calmed him down. At this time, he could not say a word. He was already wet with cold sweat.

The look in his eyes made him feel that what he was facing now was a beast!

Tang Yifan released the hand of the famous scholar, went to one side, sat down and slowly closed his eyes.

After what happened just now, no one dared to challenge Tang Yifan.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with him. How can I say that he was also the son of Xiaoyuan Daming!

Xiaoyuan Daming is not a powerful person, but since he can be a Daming, the family certainly has some influence.

"Taotaro, I must make your life worse than death. Don't you want to win? Let me see how you can win!"

Soon, the scholar called his bodyguard, whispered something, and the bodyguard left in a hurry.

At this time, the battle on the field has become white hot, and most of the casualties are the same. The winner is also a scholar's son.

It's very difficult for the common people to come out. It's true that they can't even compare with the children of the gentry when they fight for their lives. They don't have to think about anything else.

Since the morning, the fighting has never stopped, and in the evening, it's finally Tang Yifan's turn.

Each group will drink a bowl of Zhuangxing wine before going on the stage, that is to embolden themselves.

Tang Yifan, of course, was no exception. He did as the Romans do and drank a bowl of rice wine.

But soon, Tang Yifan found something wrong.

This bowl of wine is poisonous!

The man who handed him the wine was smiling insidiously.