Chapter 588 The Blood of the Ancient Tribes

The virtual sea arena is a closed place, cast with extremely hard and special rock crystal materials. Moreover, in the entire arena, even if it is the Great Dan Yuanjing Lord, it is difficult for the arena to be damaged by the huge formation.

At the entrance, there are some spirit hall guards guarding.

"Each person deducts the cost of fifty yuan spar."

The entrance fee is enough to make some sect practitioners in the domain go bankrupt.

Zhao Feng and the others have many Void Sea Orders in their hands, which can be deducted from Primordial Crystals containing a certain number of days.

The juvenile pony who led the way felt a little pain in the flesh, and also deducted the cost of the Yuan spar.

"That kid has won 29 games in a row, stick to the end, and kill him"

"One to twenty-five odds."

"Hey, my five hundred top-grade Yuan spar."

In the arena, there were shouts and shouts, accompanied by some mourning.

There are eight arenas in the huge arena.

Most of the people gathered at the arena in the due east, and the spectator seats nearby were already bursting.

"He is the genius of Zhenwu Holy Land?"

"At a young age, only in his early twenties, he has the cultivation base of Dan Yuanjing."

The eyes of many people were fixed on the short-haired boy on the East Arena.

That short-haired boy, dressed in pure black robes, had a very ordinary appearance, and was very inconspicuous when placed in a crowd.

However.

On this stage, which gathers many foreign powerhouses, his every move has attracted much attention, making some girls favor him.

"This is the genius of Zhenwu Holy Land?"

When Loulan Zhishui first saw it, there was a psychological gap.

In her mind, the genius from the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm should be tall and heroic, or cold and extraordinary, or domineering.

And now this short-haired boy is not tall, even a little thin and immature.

"Senior Brother Chen, opponents outside the Holy Land are really not challenging..."

The short-haired boy looked a little aggrieved and looked at a tall and slender young man on the arena to the south.

"The few tricks just now, your heat is not at home, otherwise you can solve the battle faster."

The tall and thin young man shook his head slightly.

The short-haired boy, the tall and thin young man, is a genius from Zhenwu Holy Land.

The tall and thin young man has the cultivation of the Great Dan Yuanjing, and basically no one challenges him.

The "short-haired boy" with a relatively low cultivation base is also in the early stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

"The thirtieth game."

A referee spoke up.

In the arena in the east, there are actually four judges of the Great Dan Yuanjing Lord.

It can be seen from this.

The Void Sea Spirit Palace attaches great importance to the East Arena.

"Gaga little baby, let me Ma Feiyun and experience your unique skills in the Holy Land."

A ragged old man with an unremarkable appearance, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, jumped onto the arena.

"Ma Feiyun turned out to be the head of the pirate who was rampant back then"

"This Ma Yunfei, at the peak period, is the peak of the late stage of the Xiaodan Yuanjing. However, when he was exploring the deep-sea forbidden area, he encountered a change and his cultivation fell to the middle stage of the Xiaodan Yuanjing."

Some spectators present recognized Ma Yunfei's identity.

Even if Ma Yunfei had fallen to the middle stage of the Xiaodan Yuan Realm at the moment, he was definitely not at the same level as his pirate leader's attainments and ruthless sophistication.

"Heavenly Shadowless Stick"

As soon as Ma Yunfei made his move, he urged the Divine Weapon of the Earth Rank in his hands.

The seemingly ordinary bamboo poles transformed into a vast forest of bamboo shadows, endless and overwhelming, with a kind of ruthless forest that engulfs everything.

"Earth-level Divine Weapon...Earth-level combat skills..."

Zhao Feng's heart froze slightly.

He can be sure that Ma Yunfei's strength is not inferior to the pirate leader of the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing he encountered before, or even more old-fashioned.

Fighting alone, the Skeleton Hall Master may be able to beat him, but if he wants to decide the winner, he will probably have to wait a hundred moves.

"Old man, this trick of yours is not enough to see in the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm."

The short-haired boy pouted.

"Tiangang Shattering Star"

The short-haired boy, unwilling to retreat, pushed out with a punch, and there was a low roar in the void, hundreds of thousands of fists pierced into the sky, the momentum was magnificent, and there was a terrifying aura of breaking the stone.

puff puff

The bamboo shadow forest sea that Ma Yunfei hit, peeled off and shattered layer by layer, as if it was under the impact of one million kilograms of meteors.

"This hairy boy..."

Ma Yunfei retreated again and again, and he suddenly found that his hundreds of years of fighting experience did not help him in the face of the opponent's steady and return to the original fist.

Every time the short-haired boy hits a punch, it seems that there is boundless pressure coming, and there is an ancient domineering atmosphere.

Every punch, oppressed his body and soul.

Cry

Ma Yunfei's body suddenly received a fist light pushed by a hundred zhang gang wind, and his body flew out.

Wow

At the moment of landing, Ma Yunfei spat out a mouthful of blood, and his bones were broken in several places.

"How come you haven't even survived ten moves."

"The head of the pirate who was rampant for a while was actually defeated so quickly."

The crowd booed in shock.

The people in the audience, with naked eyes, felt that the strength of the short-haired boy was not so scary, but the opponents were so confusedly defeated.

"Even if it is the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing, in front of this young man, he can't hold on to one or twenty moves."

Although Zhao Feng didn't use the eyes of the gods, his life physique was at the level of the Great Dan Yuan, and his senses were sharp and powerful.

Actually.

On the field, only the venerable master of the Great Dan Yuanjing can sense the true mystery and power in the bloodline of the short-haired boy's combat skills.

"It's 30 wins in a row"

Some spectators on the field, waiting for a new challenger.

at this time.

The odds of winning the short-haired boy are getting higher and higher, reaching one to twenty-eight.

That is to say.

As long as you bet on your opponent to win, one Yuan spar can win twenty-eight pieces.

Moreover, this odds will continue to climb as the short-haired teenager wins.

Whizzing

At this moment, two powerful auras burst into the arena, approaching the East Arena.

"Leave this boy to me"

"Hahaha, I bet 100,000 high-grade Yuan spar on myself. If I win, I can get several million high-grade Yuan spar."

The two breaths have reached the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

Two people came, a man in purple armor and a middle-aged man with a fat face and big ears.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two challenge"

"It's all in the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing, and one of them seems to be the peak of the late stage of Xiaodan Yuanjing."

The enthusiasm on the field was rekindled.

These two opponents are obviously stronger than the previous ones.

Especially that middle-aged man with a fat face and big ears, who has the cultivation base of the late stage of the Xiaodan Yuanjing, and goes further, is the Great Dan Yuanjing Lord.

"It's boring."

The short-haired boy pouted again.

"Well, if you beat both of them, the odds remain the same."

Another Holy Land genius, "Tall and Thin Youth", said with a smile.

"Huh? One fights two?"

Several referees were stunned.

After all, the official Lingdian is the bookmaker. If you lose, the loss is not small.

The eyes of several people turned to the arena, a black-faced old man, this person is obviously the person in charge of the arena, and his breath is close to the king of the virtual gods.

"Can."

The black-faced old man took a deep look at the tall and thin young man.

"Haha, that's still a bit challenging, so let's go together."

The short-haired boy grinned.

What one fights two?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the audience burst into flames.

"quick"

"Quick Bet"

At this time, the odds of short-haired teenagers reached one to thirty.

too crazy

More and more people are participating in betting.

After all, this time, there are two Xiaodan Yuanjing late stage players, and one of them is still the peak.

"Tiangang Shattering Star"

On the arena, the short-haired boy was full of fighting spirit, and his fists were even more condensed, revealing wisps of Canggu's long-standing blood aura.

Change the Heavens and Nine Swords

Solitary Fist of the Ten Directions

The man in purple armor and the middle-aged man with fat face and big ears shot coldly with ridicule in his eyes.

As soon as these two came out, they joined forces to strike, each move intertwined, and each other took care of each other, and the ultimate move was endless.

"I remembered that these two are 'Zi Zun Er Jue', especially good at joint strikes, and once joined forces to fight against the Great Dan Yuanjing Lord for a while."

"Zi Zun Er Jue? It turned out to be these two guys"

A group of spectators looked even more excited.

Purple Zun

It turned out that the man in purple armor and the middle-aged man with a fat face and big ears were a duo who had a tacit relationship and had always been advancing and retreating together.

"These 'Zi Zun's two masters, together, the combat power is approaching the Great Dan Yuanjing."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but stunned.

Without using the eyes of the gods and cursing the corpses, he is probably not the opponent of these two teaming up, plus the skull hall master, the outcome is only five or five.

after all.

These two unique martial arts and combat skills of Zi Zun complement each other, and they also have earth-level magic weapons.

bang bang bang bang-

The battle on the arena is intertwined.

Although the short-haired boy has inherited his combat skills and is incomparably brilliant, after all, his cultivation base is quite different from the two of them.

Between the early stage and the peak of the later stage of the Xiaodan Yuanjing, under normal circumstances, the amount of real essence in the body can differ by two or three times, and the strength is also different.

"It's really not bad for this little boy to beat the two of us, and he's so fierce."

"It's a pity that his cultivation is not enough. If it is the middle stage of Xiaodan Yuan, we may lose."

There was a faint smile on Zi Zun Er Jue's face, not eager to win, and a little bit of killing the short-haired boy's true essence.

Humph

The short-haired boy's face sank slightly, and he couldn't hold back the two of them.

"open"

The short-haired boy twitched his arms, and a desolate and domineering blood aura surged in his body.

Suddenly, the skin and flesh of its entire body condensed a layer of dark and simple texture, as if it was the skin of some kind of wild creature.

"Junior Brother Jiang, don't"

The tall and thin young man on the other side changed his expression.

"That bloodline breath..."

Zi Zun Er Jue has a feeling of suffocation, and the trembling of the heart and soul is uneasy.

puff

The attack of the two still covered and drowned the short-haired boy.

The short-haired boy was trying his best to mobilize the bloodline power deep in his body, and he didn't dodge or defend at all.

"what"

Everyone on the field screamed and couldn't bear to see it.

rumbling

The short-haired boy stood still, standing there like a giant beast standing proudly in the wild, exuding a thrilling and wild aura.

laugh

On the surface of his body, there was a bloodstain with a thin fingernail, which quickly healed, with a dark and simple texture, rough and thick.

"how can that be"

Zi Zun Er Jue lost his voice in shock. The attack they jointly launched, under the Great Dan Yuan Realm, has always been contemptuous and invincible, and no one can be spared.

"what happened……"

Moreover, the flesh and blood of the two of them, and even the consciousness of their hearts and souls, trembled instinctively.

Unconsciously.

The knees of "Zi Zun Er Jue" have been bent in half, and they want to worship and kneel, and their face is full of inexplicable fear.

the same moment.

There are many spectators in the audience, even in the periphery, their hearts, souls and flesh are inexplicably trembling.

"how come……"

Zhao Feng felt his bloodline trembling faintly, and the little thief cat on his shoulders showed a rare solemnity.

plop plop

Some experts whose cultivation base is lower than the peak of Allah, kneel directly on the ground.

Including several crew members around Zhao Feng, Loulan Zhishui's face turned even redder, her delicate body swayed slightly, and her standing was unsteady.

"That bloodline aura, could it be the 'Prince Ancient Ten Thousand Clan Ranking,...'"

A Great Dan Yuan Realm's Moshan Sovereign Lord can't help but lose his voice, with his level of life, body, mind, and soul, there is a burst of unease.