Chapter 681: Fanatical fighting skills (1/2)
Chapter 681: Fanatic Fighting Skills
Having said that, as to whether Mad Mo Luo can hear it, that's his business.
It is impossible for Yang Teng to tell him about the upcoming promotion of the Supreme Spirit Gathering Pill.
Moreover, Yang Teng also thought of a possibility, if in the future those forces that are qualified to issue the exchange vouchers also start to change their strategy and replace the top-grade Gathering Pill with the top-grade Spirit Gathering Pill, wouldn't he slap himself in the face.
An order that has been formed for millions of years and has continued to exist must be reasonable. I believe that even if there is a crisis, those in power will be able to respond in time. This is not something he has to worry about as a young monk in the gluttonous period.
He only needs to remember that before the promotion of the best Gathering Pills, the exchange vouchers for the Gathering Pills in his hand are replaced with treasures. Don't let yourself suffer huge losses, and notify your relatives and friends to act in advance. This is enough.
Tell others, who can believe him.
At this time, the fighting arena is full, and fighting skills are about to begin.
Yang Teng found that Mad Mo Luo was also a little excited, staring into the arena.
The arena is completely enclosed, and the apex of the huge dome is dotted with pearls, rendering the arena dazzlingly blurred.
Suddenly, all the pearls lost their luster at the same time, and the arena became dark.
The darkness had no effect on the monks, and Yang Teng did not panic either. The Colosseum in Fenglei Town did this before the opening, so he was very familiar with it and knew that this was about to start the fighting skills.
Sure enough, the arena was still messy just now, and as the light dimmed, everyone fell silent.
A vigorous voice came from the air, ”Guests, everyone is looking forward to the one-month-long fighting skills that will begin immediately. The following is the first fighting skills tonight. Individuals have won three games in a row. The mountain base is against the rookie Baron!”
The vigorous voice disappeared, the pearl on the dome of the arena lights up again, and two monks appeared in the arena.
A typical Xizhou monk, a huge man, waving his arms to the surrounding audience.
Opposite him stood a relatively weak monk, looking at this person silently.
The big guy is the hill that has won three games in a row. If he defeats Baron, he will win the fourth game.
The previous few victories can be said to be of little value. Winning three games in a row only got 700,000 bottles of Gathering Pills. If you continue to win the fourth game, you will get 800,000 bottles of Gathering Pills.
Yang Teng looked in the arena, and both of them were at the 9th Heavenly Strengthening Stage, and it was hard to say who would win.
”Boy, do you want to bet on a round?” Mad Mo Luo asked casually.
”A bet? Can you still bet on winning or losing in fighting skills?” Yang Teng was a little confused.
”This is the treatment of the first row. Sitting at the back, you can only bet before entering the field. Those sitting in the first row are all VIPs. They can bet on a certain game at any time, as long as the result comes out. All bets are valid.”
Mad Moluo pointed to a waiter standing next to him and said: ”If you want to bet, tell him, he will tell you whether the bet is valid according to the situation on the court.”
Yang Teng still wanted to ask, but just casually said, what should I do if I can't get the Spirit Gathering Pill afterwards.
After thinking about it, his own worry is unnecessary. Even Mad Mo Luo dare not mess around in the arena, let alone other people. This is the territory of the master, almost equivalent to the territory of Lord Demon.
Yang Teng had no interest in such things. It was a boring thing he did with Zhao Yitai and others ten years ago when he was still Yang Sanshao.
The fighting skills in the arena have begun.
The big guy screamed angrily and slammed two fists at Barong.
”Smash him! Kill that little skinny guy! Dashanzi, we support you!”
”Da Shanzi is fighting, but Lao Tzu has pressed 20,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill on you!”
The atmosphere in the arena was suddenly ignited, and the audience shouted and cheered for the monks they supported.
Yang Teng didn't take part in Beasts less, and of course he understood this mood. Now that there is a bet to win or lose, the audience is even more enthusiastic.
At the beginning of the battle, Yang Teng could see the situation in the arena clearly. The hill fortress called Dashanzi seemed to be relatively large and had won three games in a row, but it was not Baron’s opponent.
Ba Rong's body was like a swift cheetah, and a short stick in his hand suddenly swung out, hitting the front door of the mountain rampart.
The mountain base raised his fist to resist.
”Crotch!” The short club hit the mountain base's fist, and Ba Rong lifted his foot to take advantage of the cover of the blow and kicked it **** the mountain base's calf.
Without waiting for the mountain base to react, Baron's fist hit the mountain base's abdomen.
After two consecutive attacks all succeeded, Baron won the power and didn't give up, and the short club severely beat the forehead on the hill base.
”Boom!” Red and white alternated, the mountain base was hit and headshot by Ba Rong.
Simply neat and not sluggish, the mountain barrier was just a stick that resisted Barong, and died in the arena.
Baron quickly backed away, leaving the arena directly without looking at the rampart that fell on the ground.
Some spectators were still confused and didn't understand what was going on, and they lost their three-game winning streak.
The cruelty of fighting skills also appeared, and the loser's mountain base left his life in the fighting arena.