Chapter 200 Machine Graveyard

Game 20, win!

Game 25, win!

Game 29, win!

In less than an hour, with one punch from Chu Yan, the number of the light curtain in the corner of the ring was set at "twenty-nine".

All invincible, Chu Yan won all the way!

On the way here, according to Shen Shengjie's promise to Chu Yan, for each victory, Chu Yan will be rewarded with 100 Yuan Shi, and if he can reach 30 games, he will be rewarded with 200 Yuan Shi!

Thirty games, two hundred yuan stone!

That's a full six thousand yuan stone!

Chu Yan's eyes were scorching hot, and his eyes swept to the crowd. There was only one more game left, and it reached thirty games!

Thirty games! It was Chu Yan's promise to Shen Shengjie, and at the same time, after reaching 30 games, he could get 6,000 yuan stone!

Therefore, Chu Yan is unwilling to stop at all, and only hopes that his opponent will come to power as soon as possible!

Up to now, the infuriating energy consumption in Chu Yan's body is only less than 30%, and there is no need to swallow Tianyuan Dan, and it will not be a problem to fight 30 times.

...

There is a small building in the southeast corner of the No. 1 arena.

At this moment, on the second-floor attic of the small building, three figures stopped and watched in the direction of the ring.

Among the three, an old man on the back side cupped his hands and said softly.

"Pavilion Master, this son is a warrior recruited by Shen Shengjie. It has just been verified that this son has just won the first place in the Lingtian Sect's outer sect competition. His named disciple of the Lingtian Sect's Great Dragon Elder, you see if the original plan is..."

The gray-haired old man in the middle heard the words, his turbid eyes suddenly lit up, he turned around abruptly, and stared at the person who spoke just now, his eyes flashing again and again.

"Elder Dalong... Hehe, it really is a famous teacher who has a high-level apprentice. In this way, the original plan should not be cancelled, and the third-level warrior should be changed to a second-level warrior. I want to see how much this child has. Is it fate?"

Second class warrior! ?

The old man with white beard and hair just finished speaking. The two gray-robed old men behind him were shocked at the same time, and he hesitated.

"The pavilion... pavilion master, a second-level warrior, but the combat power equivalent to the sixth-level peak of the innate realm, this..."

"Humph! Why don't you go soon!"

The pavilion master with gray beard snorted softly and his tone sank.

"Yes... yes... it belongs to do it immediately!"

Hearing this, the two old men's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and they hurriedly bowed away.

When the two figures disappeared, the pavilion master of Dixuan Pavilion, Shen Wansan! Reaching out to stroke his beard, he smiled softly, and muttered.

"Jie'er, believe in your vision as a father, this son, maybe he can really help you achieve great things!"

A faint chuckle echoed in the attic...

Shen Wansan slowly turned around and walked towards the attic. The figure slowly dissipated, as if a puff of smoke was blown away by the wind.

...

At this time, on the ring

Chu Yan stared at the young man in front of him, and a suspicious look flashed in his eyes.

"Xiafan Henry Zhang, in the mid-fifth stage of the Xiantian realm, please advise!"

The tall young man spoke with a soft tone and a faint smile on his face. As he spoke, he turned one hand and a pair of black gloves appeared, which he slowly put on his hands.

Calm and confident!

Chu Yan saw a trace of temperament on him that was different from other martial artists.

"Chu Yan! Cultivation is half a step innate! Make a move!"

Chu Yan politely returned the salute and raised his hand to signal.

As soon as the voice fell, Fan Xiaoyang's face darkened, and a violent golden light and shadow suddenly rushed out of his body. A huge golden fist slowly appeared behind him, and seven gold stars glistened on it.

The thick infuriating qi burst out like a flood.

Fan Xiaoyang threw out a fist, and a white fist was shocked, rushing towards Chu Yan.

At the same time, just after the punching force rushed out of the ground, Fan Xiaoyang flashed and rushed forward, chasing after his punching force, and threw another punch.

A new punch rushed out and mixed into the previous punch.

The original fist, at this time, became two layers inside and outside, and the power immediately multiplied.

However, Fan Xiaoyang did not stop, his figure flashed, and the same punch was thrown again, and the third fist mark rushed into the original fist mark again.

At this time, the three layers of fist strength were superimposed, and the violent fist marks formed by mixing were shocking. On the arena, wherever they passed, the air waves rolled and the wind was blowing, and they were crushed towards Chu Yan.

"good!"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed, and he nodded secretly. Although this person was in the middle stage of the fifth-level Xiantian realm, the martial arts of this move superimposed with fist marks were used, and the power of the boxing technique at least exceeded the second-order strength.

"Tower Boxing!"

Fan Xiaoyang shouted violently, and his fists came with a bang.

"Three hits!"

Chu Yan's eyes glowed like electricity, and the three cyclones in his body were spinning, and his true energy instantly soared by 30%.

He stomped on his left foot and swung his right fist, bringing out a black flash of thunder!

boom!

Fist to fist! Power for power!

The fists collided, and the crazy and terrifying power exploded, like the roar of the gods, and the demons are now destroying the world!

call out!

The black fist marks instantly shattered the golden fist marks and landed on Fan Xiaoyang. His body was thrown into the air, turned over several times in the air, and when he landed, he was already under the ring.

Um?

Fan Xiaoyang looked up at Chu Yan on the ring with a look of astonishment, and his eyes were full of shock.

Ding!

A soft sound!

In the corner of the ring, above the light curtain, the numbers jumped, "Thirty!"

Whoa!

When the number just flashed, the entire arena was boiling, and countless cheers, like the ocean, rushed towards Yunxiao.

Thirty games!

Thirty-match unbeaten streak!

"Oh my God, how long has it been... I don't remember it being out for almost half a year."

"That's right, it's half a year, 30 consecutive victories... Today, I can actually see it with my own eyes... Hahaha"

"However, it seems that this Chu Yan can still win, maybe... fifty games?"

"..."

Above the stand, various voices of discussion rose in all directions, spreading more and more widely, and everyone was watching Chu Yan on the arena, constantly praising him.

In the VIP seat, Shen Shengjie jumped up excitedly, took a long breath, and walked towards the ring.

"Brother Chu, congratulations! You really did it! Go, go and collect the reward first!"

Chu Yan was stunned and asked, "Xia Lei? What is the number of winning streaks?"

"It doesn't matter, it can be accumulated once after thirty games, and it is impossible for people to challenge all the time." Shen Shengjie chuckled lightly.

Hearing this, Chu Yan nodded and jumped off the ring.

After that, Chu Yan and Shen Shengjie walked towards the attic in the southeast corner of the No. 1 arena.

"Take it, this is your reward!"

On the first floor of the attic, an old man in gray robe looked at Chu Yan with a smile on his face, and handed Chu Yan a storage jade talisman.

Among the jade talismans, there are three hundred primeval stones and a token.

Three hundred primordial stones are a lot of money for ordinary warriors, but for Chu Yan at this time, it can only be said that it is acceptable.

Therefore, after Chu Yan collected the primeval stone, he turned his gaze to the token.

Round, bronze material, the front is engraved with the four characters of "Luoyang Wang Zhan", but the back is engraved with the words "Hundred and Ten People Kill"!

Thirty people beheaded! ?

Chu Yan was slightly stunned, looked at the token, and looked at the old man with some doubts.

"Little friend, this token is your certificate for the next time you come to participate in the "Wang Zhan arena". It will count the number of consecutive victories directly from 30. In addition, it is also a title, which represents your best arena record!"

The old man's face was kind and kind, and he patiently explained to Chu Yandao.

"Understood, thank you!"

Chu Yan nodded.

Afterwards, Chu Yan followed Shen Shengjie out of the Battle Palace and returned to the manor where Shen Shengjie was.

After Shen Shengjie greeted Chu Yan to sit down, he hurriedly left, and after a while, he turned back, but he held a jade talisman in his hand.

"Brother Chu, and my Dixuan Pavilion Elder Jade Talisman! There are 13,000 Yuan Stones in it! Thank you Brother Chu for helping me this time!"

Shen Shengjie's face was full of excitement, and he gave away 13,000 yuan stones in a wave of his hand, without the slightest feeling of distress.

Chu Yan took the jade talisman and chuckled, "Thank me now, it's still too early!"

Hearing this, Shen Shengjie's face froze for a moment, and then he showed ecstasy, saying:

"Could it be Brother Chu, you still want to…"

"Yes, I am going to practice for a few days, break through the current cultivation base, and then challenge!"

Chu Yan said with a calm expression.

"Okay, okay! Since that's the case, I have something to tell Brother Chu, which will help Chu Yan improve his cultivation!"

Shen Shengjie laughed.

"Every elder who joins my Dixuan Pavilion will have a chance to enter the "Thousand Machine Graveyard" of my Dixuan Pavilion!"

"Qianji Cemetery!?" Chu Yan said in a daze.