Strongest Wastrel

But when I feel it carefully, it's not the real flesh of the prefecture level. He just touched the threshold of the flesh of the prefecture level. There was a few breath on it, which made me have an illusion in an instant.

What is the physical body of prefecture level? If ye Jing is really a prefecture level body, how can he get it? Still use reduced to fight with people here, still use reduced to become the plaything of the dignitaries?

But ye Jing is a human body without doubt, and has the strength to destroy congenital sextuple.

This alone is enough to judge that Ye Jing has refined body classics!

I forced myself to be excited and sat down slowly again. Unexpectedly, I had no chance to find a place to break my iron shoes. It took me no effort. I ran into Ye Jing.

At the beginning, in the bloody trials of the three aristocratic families, Ye Jing was my biggest opponent at that time. He had the strength of land and capital, which was infinitely close to congenital. I was unprepared.

In addition, I can see clearly that Ye Jing and Fang Yi were in the lake before. This guy is a second man.

I didn't expect that time would never come back. It was several years in the blink of an eye. After Ye Jing was expelled from the Ye family, he was reduced to such a situation. The scars all over his body obviously suffered a lot.

Holding my mind, I sat at ease and began to watch the fight tonight. I was very curious about how powerful Ye Jing is now.

At this moment, the audience on the scene looks excited, shouting one by one, cheering for their bet.

"Wasn't Ye Jing a member of the Ye family before?"

"I didn't expect him to be so powerful, but he's finished. Even he doesn't know how high his odds are. Everyone expects him to lose. It's better to die here."

"Nine people's wheel fight, the last one took a big advantage. I'm sure Ye Jing can't survive."

In a loud voice, nine people came out one after another from the backstage and sat next to the huge challenge arena in turn. It seemed that the organizer deliberately did it, and did not want to waste time because of the appearance of the nine people.

Ye Jing stood in the corner of the challenge arena, his face stretched and his fists rubbed.

The host took the microphone down the ring and said: "the competition is about to start. The rules must be very clear. If you die, you will die. Here, only if you are alive is the real winner. The strength is very close and fair. They are all about congenital sevens. There is no referee. Next, let's welcome the first opponent Feng Xu."

As soon as the words got off, a middle-aged man immediately got up in the seat of the nine people, stepped onto the platform, looked at Ye Jing with disdain and sneered, "Ye Jing, it's a pity to meet me, Feng Xu. Give up the resistance. Next, I'll take the place of you and meet the eight people behind you, until I become a hot bet! Even by some big people

Ye Jing's temperament changed greatly, his expression became more and more indifferent, and he didn't say a word.

With the sound of the bell, Feng Xu took the lead, gathered his Qi finger with one hand, and hit away in a flash, "Ye Jing, you are too good to pretend. Now everyone expects you to die here. Do you know how much benefit some people have lost because of your appearance?"

"My heart is dead, so I don't fear life and death." Ye Jing suddenly opens his mouth, just like a walking corpse without any emotion. At the moment when Feng Xu's fingers come, he doesn't move, as if he is indestructible.

Bang, Ye Jing is undamaged, Feng Xu completely stunned, "this is impossible! What kind of body are you? You are even better than the game I watched a few days ago

"All you need to know is that I'm never going to die." Ye Jing grabs Feng Xu's finger in a flash, breaks it in the twinkling of an eye, and then kicks his big foot out.

Whoosh ~

Feng Xu became a ball on the spot. He was kicked to more than ten meters away by Ye Jing and hit the wall. His muscles and bones were broken and his whole body was half dead.

Win with one move!

There was an uproar.

"Damn, Ye Jing has become stronger again."

"Damn, what is his body made of? It's so strange. Even Feng Xu, who is born with seven weights, has been defeated."

"Don't worry, there are still eight people behind. Ye Jing just wants to save some energy. After all, the strength of the last one is very difficult."

The host looked at Feng Xu in a daze. After half a sound, he came back to himself and said: "in the first scene, Feng Xu lost his resistance, and Ye Jing won. Next, let's invite the second, Rao Chan."

I've been sitting in the audience, holding my chin and watching Ye Jing silently, thinking that Ye Jing is very talented and can cultivate human body.

Soon, Ye Jing fought one after another, and every move was a move to defeat the enemy.

The second, the third, the fourth...

until the eighth person was defeated, many audiences were furious and yelled in the audience.

"Ye Jing, you son of a bitch, can you give up? Do you know how much money I lost? "

"Money is not a problem. I have some excellent pills."

"Damn it, Ye Jing is the most popular person held by the organizer. If we can make money for them, it's too difficult for us to turn over the game. We can only see the last one. I heard that he is from Japan, and he is born eight fold!"I moved my eyes and found that there was only one middle-aged man left in the seat of nine people. He had a moustache, was wearing Japanese clothes, and was holding an unsheathed samurai sword.

After the eighth man was defeated, the middle-aged Japanese man yelled baga and suddenly drew his sword onto the stage. His internal Qi was mixed with the blade and it was extremely sharp.

"Death The middle-aged Japanese cut it down with a knife, exposing the killing opportunity.

Ye Jing became dignified for a moment. He didn't dare to shake the knife and couldn't help going back.

I narrowed my eyes and scolded that it was bad. Ye Jing didn't use internal Qi from beginning to end. Can't it be only human body, but the cultivation of internal Qi is behind? If middle-aged Japanese cultivation surpasses Ye Jing's physical strength, he will surely die tonight.

Because according to my observation, Ye Jing's physical strength should match the peak of congenital seven, and this middle-aged Japanese is firmly in congenital eight.

Not surprisingly, Ye Jing began to retreat. He was constantly oppressed by the middle-aged Japanese and was cut black and blue.

When ye Jing was defeated, the atmosphere in the audience reached the acme, and countless figures were cheering.

"Ha ha ha, I lost at last."

"The odds are high that you won't die if you lose."

"Yamamoto, do your best. It's boring for you to tease Ye Jing like this."

This middle-aged Japanese man, known as Yamamoto Jun, raised his mouth with a sneer, quickly waved the blade, took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands and cut it from top to bottom.

In a short time, a two Zhang high triple air blade rushed out, as if it would kill.

"You dignitaries have arranged to deal with me. It seems that you really want me to die. It's ridiculous. No matter how hard I try, I'm just a victim between the organizers and the dignitaries." Ye Jing was very surprised. He was biting his teeth. He couldn't break the move at all. He had to keep retreating.

It's a pity that the triple Qi blade is too fast for Ye Jing to retreat.

At this moment, I sat in the same position, flicked my fingers and smashed the blade of Qi. Accidentally, there was a trace of coercion, which made the middle-aged Japanese suddenly unable to bear. On the spot, I fell to the ground and spewed blood unconscious.

"This..." ye jingdun steps, shocked at the same time, began to look left and right.

The whole audience was dumbfounded.

"What's going on?"

"Yamamoto lost?"

"Ye Jing won again. He must have used some tricks. He not only cracked the Qi blade, but also killed Yamamoto, his mother."