C418 Soft persimmon seed (1/2)

The fall of the Red Gang's criminals immediately aroused the discontent of everyone in the gang, ”Even Hong Qingyang was able to show off his might, what's wrong with this world? Huang Taibei, aren't you too useless?”

”He's already used his spiritual power. What can I do?” Huang Taibei was aggrieved, he didn't dare to do that, it was too dangerous. Even though he was in jail, he couldn't risk his life to cause a ruckus.

”Humph, I don't believe it!” Just then, another prisoner from Red Gang stepped onto the stage, he shouted directly: ”Hong Qingyang, you are very arrogant, come come come come, let me see your ability!”

There were only three hundred plus people here, and they were all together all day long. It was clear who was who even with their eyes closed.

Hong Qingyang was still bragging to others about his bravery, but many people in the Purple Cloth Gang did not approve of his fighting style. Exhausting so much spirit energy was equivalent to someone eating arsenic with their own eyes.

Just at that moment, he heard someone call him out, and was about to go up the stage, but was stopped by another person: ”Hong Qingyang, you have already won a round, take a break, let me do it!”

Hong Qingyang saw that this person was his own friend. Feng Qianqian, who had also received Shen Longxuan's gift, patted his shoulder with a look of ”I understand”.

”Haha, White Tiger, don't be too arrogant. If you want to fight, then I'll accompany you. But, don't cry!” Feng Qianqian flew up the arena full of confidence.

This time, everyone had noticed that even though Feng Qianqian's body was also at the bottom of the list, he still had a victorious expression on his face. What was going on?

”Hmph, since your skin is tight, I'll help you loosen it up!”

Without another word, the white tiger rolled up its sleeves and ran up. This person was called the white tiger, but in reality, his battle spirit was just a white tiger. Not only was he extremely powerful, he was also extremely agile.

So just with this of the eighth stage battle spirit, he gained quite a bit of fame in the outside world, but because of this he offended a large clan and ended up in prison.

However, in this prison without any spiritual energy, the battle spirit s were not that important. However, the White Tiger had a secret method to fuse the battle spirit with its body, thereby increasing the strength of the body.

His physique was strong to begin with. Like a giant tiger pouncing over, a violent gale swept over before he could even arrive. His palms formed claws as they clawed at Feng Qianqian's chest and face.

According to his thinking, under this attack, Feng Qianqian would definitely be defeated. After that, he would challenge Hong Qingyang to a fight.

Thinking to that point, his body sped up even more. As he absent-mindedly thought that, the image of a white tiger howled behind him.

”If Feng Qianqian still has his cultivation, the White Tiger is definitely not his match. He is just like his name; it's hard to fathom his true strength!”

”You're right, but how can there be any spirit energy right now? No one would be foolish enough to use their spirit energy like Hong Qingyang. It's simply courting death.”

The prisoners in the prison were all famous figures before they entered, so they all had their own names. After entering the prison, they would use these names as their names.

At that moment, Feng Qianqian saw the White Tiger's ferocious momentum, so he spun around and cleverly dodged the attack. Who knew that before he could counterattack, he would see the White Tiger's leg whip sweep at him.

The kick howled like a steel whip. Although it did not have the support of spirit energy, even if it was the Sixth Stage of Martial King Stage's martial cultivator s who took it, they would not be able to escape.

Just when everyone thought that Feng Qianqian would lose, he suddenly fell to the ground like a pile of mud, barely dodging the attack.

”This... This is Feng Qianqian's Myriad Manifestation Art! ”

Along with the person's shout, the pile of mud suddenly turned into Feng Qianqian. He lay on the ground and spun his body. Like a whirlwind, he kicked out his feet and slashed towards the back of the white tiger like a pair of scissors.

When they saw Hong Qingyang using his spirit energy, they could only laugh at his idiocy. Feng Qianqian followed in his footsteps, and even used his Martial Arts, they cried out in alarm.

Madman!