Chapter 686: Knife Kid (2/2)

”Okay! I'm waiting for you in the Arena! There will always be one encounter with you.” Yin Xiang was full of war.

Several other monks in the Yijin period watched the two fight, and a slightly thin monk coldly snorted: ”Two boastful things, when I am no longer there! You two better pray not to meet me, otherwise Let you corpses on the spot!”

Before the absolute opponents were drawn, the cultivators in the Yijin Period were already in a state of tension.

Except for Yin Xiang, a master swordsman, Yang Teng doesn’t care about anyone. He is very interested in Yin Xiang’s swordsmanship. Although he has watched the two battles of Yin Xiang, he still didn’t understand the essence of Yin Xiang’s swordsmanship, only himself. Only by fighting against each other can we truly appreciate the mystery of this sword technique.

As for the other provocative monks, Yang Teng didn't take it seriously.

Yang Teng raised his head and glanced at Ren Fu, his voice said coldly: ”Kill you, no need for a second knife!”

Ren Fu was furious and drew out his sword, ”Would you like to fight first!”

Yang Teng ignored his provocation, ”Now killing you is worthless. You are worth 200,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill in the arena. It would be great to keep your dog's head and exchange for 200,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill.”

Ren Fu was furious and wanted to do it on the spot.

A guard shouted loudly: ”What are you doing! Put down the sword, or you will kill you without mercy!”

Ren Fu put down his sword angrily and yelled at Yang Teng: ”You better pray not to be met by me, otherwise I will let you die!”

Yang Teng didn't even look at Ren Fu. At this time, he was called Huanhuan, not because he wanted to see the difference in the battlefield.

Soon, the absolute opponent began to draw lots.

As the last winner, Yang Teng also enjoyed the treatment of the first draw.

He got the second pick.

Yin Xiang did not draw another second pick, the third pick behind Yang Teng.

”Yin Xiang, I'm lucky, it's your luck that I didn't get me.” Yang Teng provoked.

”Let you escape the catastrophe.” Yin Xiang replied.

Soon, the drawing of six people was finished, and the result was very interesting. Ren Fu, who was clamoring to kill Yang Teng, got another No. 2 lottery as he wished and succeeded in fighting Yang Teng.

Seeing this result, Yang Teng laughed loudly: ”Yin Xiang, you are lucky today, that guy is unlucky.”

Yin Xiang said coldly: ”Yang Teng, I want you to kill him cleanly, can you do it!”

Yang Teng curled his lips in disdain, ”A single shot is enough to deal with a clown!”

”Okay! With this courage, I am worthy of Yin Xiang's opponent!” Yin Xiang said loudly.

”You wait for me!” Ren Fu stared at Yang Teng fiercely.

All the monks participating in the fighting skills are drawn.

The arena is also full of spectators.

As the lights dimmed, the fighting skills tonight started again.

The vigorous voice resounded through the Arena, ”Welcome to the Arena, the fighting skills officially begin tonight, please invite the first group of monks!”

The lights came on, and the two opponents in the arena started fighting.

Yang Teng immediately concentrated on watching the fighting skills.

Fighting is as tragic as ever, and the winner often leaves no chance for the opponent.

The monk who knew that he was about to fail would also fight back. Anyway, he would die and cause some damage to his opponent. It would be the last to vent his anger.

One round of three battle skills is over, and then group battle skills will begin.

Group fighting skills are even more cruel. Twenty monks fought a fierce battle in the arena. In the end, none of the winners could guarantee the end of their team.

After the first round of group fighting skills ends, the second round of individual fighting skills begins.

Yang Teng has been constantly stimulating his fighting spirit since the two strong bone monks appeared on the battlefield.

After the two monks were over, Yang Teng's fighting spirit had reached its peak.

The lights went out, and Yang Teng strode towards the arena, his long sword humming.

Full of anger, Ren Fu entered the arena alongside Yang Teng.

After the vigorous voice introduced the identities of the next two fighting cultivators, the lights suddenly turned on.

A tsunami-like voice erupted from the auditorium of the Arena: ”Quick knife kid! Quick knife kid!”

Yang Teng raised the long sword high in his hand, ”Kill!”

The enthusiasm of the audience completely aroused Yang Teng's infinite fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit to rise to the top burst out instantly.

Both legs stomped on the ground vigorously, and the body was like an arrow from the string, shooting towards Ren Fu.