Dragon Sovereign

In the south of Liuyun country, there are a lot of people, just because there are two luxury buildings, one is the auction, the other is the arena.

As the name suggests, the auction collects some rare items and sells them. The high bidder gets them. No one here dares to vent out loud or offend easily, because the owner behind this is a big family of the Canglong Empire, the northern humble family.

the auction is quiet, and his complete counterpart is the martial arts arena, where there are more than ten battles every day, and every one of them is very quiet New bodies will be dragged out of here every day.

Martial arts arena is absolutely the most cruel place. If you come to the end of your life, coming to martial arts arena may be a new start, because every time you bet on a game, you will win a lot of wealth.

As for those who are unwilling to be lonely, you can come here, because you can win fame here. When you reach the gold medal of Wudou hall, every family will throw an olive branch for you. Of course, you can also choose to stay in Wudou hall.

"Is this the martial arts hall"

in front of the luxury building, three people came to the door. One was tall and powerful, the other was slim and depressed, with a sword on his back. The other one is graceful and charming. They are not others. They are Feng batian, Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xianer.

Feng batian gently nodded, turned to look at Zhang Fan and said, "you are really sure"

"sure." Zhang Fanjian nodded, his eyes surging with the meaning of killing.

"Good." Feng batian glanced at Ouyang xian'er, who was biting his lips, and finally said, "let's go."

Words fall, the breeze Ba day takes the lead to walk toward inside.

Gently holding Ouyang xian'er's little trembling hand, he followed closely.

As soon as I stepped into the door, the noise came.

Rippling in the ear, Zhang Fan calm look slightly moved, the body slightly trembled.

He was not afraid, but excited. There was no doubt that the killing in his bones was completely ignited, and the purple awn in his pupils was like a burning flame.

Feng batian takes them to the door of a separate room. He knocks on the door but doesn't respond. His brow is slightly wrinkled. Feng batian pushes the door directly and goes in.

Zhang Fan and Ouyang xian'er also follow in. When they come inside, their eyes fall on the right side.

I saw a middle-aged man leaning against him, a moving woman sitting in his arms, a big hand on the woman's body.

"Ah" Ouyang xian'er saw this picture, her face turned red and her head lowered.

"Who" sounds a little cold. The middle-aged man looks up at the three. His eyes sweep over Ouyang xian'er. His eyes narrowed slightly and move again. He looks a little surprised. A pair of black eyes with the spirit of killing are looking at him. It's nothing, but the problem is that he is a very young man.

When his last eyes fell on the wind dominating the sky, he looked again. The whole person trembled slightly, patted the woman in his arms and said, "you go out first."

"Yes." The woman took a charming look at the man and turned to walk outside.

After the woman left, the middle-aged man stood up, his eyes twinkled slightly. He would not be afraid of anyone in Liuyun Empire, but fengbatian was an accident. Fengbatian might seem to be the head of a family, but he knew something about his real status, and the most important thing was the strength of fengbatian, so he took a deep breath The tone and manner of the middle-aged man changed slightly: "is there anything the master of the wind family wants to do with me"

the middle-aged man's manner was modest, which made Zhang Fan stunned.

"Sign up for the martial arts hall." The wind dominates the sky, the color of God is indifferent, and the voice is even more indifferent.

The man who signed up was stunned. If Feng batian took part in it, I'm afraid no one who signed up for Wudou hall would be the enemy, which would lead to the loss of the original balance of the whole Wudou hall.

It's hard for fengbatian to feel too comfortable and look for stimulation, but there's no need to come here to look for this stimulation.

bitter smile appears, because the most powerful existence of Wudou hall is the king of seven grades.

The man's look was naturally seen by Feng batian and said directly, "it's not me, it's my son."

The "Er" man was stunned, and his eyes fell on Zhang Fan. He looked a little strange. What he knew was that Feng batian's son seemed to be a waste. Did Feng batian let a waste take part in the fight to push his son into the fire pit? You know, in this sofa place, one might lose his life if he was not careful.

"How can't you?" Feng batian's eyebrows wrinkled and tiger eyes looked at the man.

The man's heart trembled, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "yes, of course, but has the wind master really decided? Your son's strength is lower, and we are extremely dangerous here..."

"Hum." Feng Ba cold snorted out, eyes shot cold, said: "my decision no one can change."

"Yes," the man said with a wry smile, "when will you sign up"

"now." Feng batian gave a little meal and said directly, "it's better to arrange a fight today.""Yes, but where's your son?" the man nodded and asked.

"I am" Zhang Fan came out at this time, black eyes fell on the man's body.

"Er" man was stunned again, and his heart set off a storm. This man is Fengling, that waste. He really can't imagine that the black eyes beat the spirit of killing. It's not out of thin air. It must be through many times of killing and training between infinite life and death.

But Fengling's waste experience, he did not get any news. At this time, he really wanted to kill the person who investigated that fengbatian's son was a waste. This is not a waste. It's obvious that it's a rare talent.

But he also let out a breath. He had planned to arrange it, but now it's obviously unnecessary.

"Do you know the rules of Wudou hall?" the middle-aged man said with a glance at Zhang Fan.

"I know." Zhang Fan nodded gently, and his mouth pulled out a radian: "that's no rules"

the middle-aged man trembled slightly. In Zhang Fan's simple words, he felt a sense of bloodthirsty. The gap between his image and his understanding was so big that he was stunned. For a long time, he said: "I'll tell you about the rules of hierarchy. There are preliminary Wushu players, Yellow card, blue card, purple card and gold medal. You have to go through ten battles to upgrade. It's very easy to win the first round. You can upgrade to the yellow card after winning one match. In addition, each warrior can compete at most three times a day, and every time he wins, he will be rewarded accordingly. Do you have any opinions, little brother?

"no, please arrange a match for me." When Zhang Fan said this, his face showed a trace of urgency.

The middle-aged man's heart was shocked again. At this time, he had a feeling that maybe it was not fengbatian who asked him to come, but his own initiative. Otherwise, Zhang Fan would not be the performance at this time.

Nodding heavily, the middle-aged man said, "you wait here, I'll go out to arrange it now"

then the middle-aged man looked at fengbatian, nodded slightly and went out directly.

Feng batian's eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said: "the last chance has been confirmed"

"there is no choice." Zhang Fan's mouth slightly tilted, his eyes looked at Feng batian and said: "if we don't fight now, when will the wind family have no cowards"

Feng batian nodded heavily, patted Zhang Fan's shoulder gently and said: "yes, the wind family won't have cowards."

When he said this, fengbatian seemed to speak to himself again.

About 20 minutes later, the middle-aged man came back, looked at Xiang fengbatian and said, "please come with me, master of the wind family." The words fall to walk outside again.

Feng batian nodded and took Zhang Fan and Ouyang xian'er out.

At this time, Ouyang xian'er's look was a little nervous, and his heart was even more strained.

Perhaps feeling Ouyang xian'er's emotion, Zhang Fan could not help holding her little hand and casting a reassuring look at her.

As Zhang Zhizi's heart beat faster and faster, his heart beat faster and faster.

When he followed the man out of an iron gate, his vision suddenly widened. The first thing in front of him was rows of round seats, which wrapped a huge field. The seats were full of people. The noise came from these people.

The hot-blooded elements are burning, and Zhang Fan's eyes once again fall on the most central position of the huge venue, where there is a huge platform. Two men are standing on the platform at this time, fighting, and the scene is full of blood type and intense.

Bright energy, strange spirit.

Zhang Fan's fists were automatically clenched, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Next time you go." At this time, the man's eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said directly.

Nodding, Zhang Fan said again: "today I want three battles." Words do not fall in words, eyes fall on the battlefield again.

On the platform, one of the men's physical strength was obviously not supported, and the riot energy on his body was also weakened.

"Go to hell." A burst of drink sounded, another man in the hands of a huge knife burst out dazzling light, fell to the ground sound sounded, the man's body soft down, the man's body directly into the man's body.

"Good..." The voice of surprise around, the voice of cursing suddenly hit into a piece.

Zhang Fan's body is shaking, which is the feeling.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man looked at xiangfengbatian and walked towards a place.

The middle-aged man first arranges a seat for fengbatian and Ouyang Xianer, and then takes Zhang Fan to a hall with dim light line.

There were a lot of people in the hall, gently touching the knife, sitting upright, quiet, and the atmosphere was strange, with the smell of killing blood.