Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

When everyone heard Yang Xuan say this, they all heaved a sigh of relief, and the smiles on their faces increased.

Before that, the few of them were struggling in their hearts. What should they do if their own people were drawn in the lottery? It was a kind of torture to their hearts.

Do you want to die for the other party? It seems that the relationship is not there yet.

Everyone also understands from the bottom of their hearts, don't look at the arms around the shoulders, talking and laughing, at that time, it is estimated that it will be faster to turn your face than to turn a book. This is a situation where you die or I live.

Especially Fang Yun next to him, he felt that the luckiest thing he had ever done in his life was the most worthwhile kneeling while taking the initiative to rob.

And the three brothers and sisters of the Zhao family next to him cast grateful glances at Yang Xuan. Others might say that it was life and death on stage.

But they are brothers and sisters, and the relationship between them is the most tormented. The appearance of Yang Xuan really solved the biggest problem for them.

Yang Xuan chatted a few words with everyone, and also briefly told everyone about some things that happened to him before.

"May I join your ranks?"

Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from behind Yang Xuan.

Everyone immediately shifted their gazes to this enchanting figure, and Yang Xuan also turned around.

Guan Ruoyan? Yang Xuan froze for a moment. This was really beyond his expectation.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to die."

"Your ability does not necessarily mean that you will meet someone stronger than you."

"But I don't want to gamble. If I lose a bet, I'll be gone."

"Then why do you think I can help you?"

"Because I heard what you said to them just now."

Yang Xuan looked at Guan Ruoyan, and said calmly: "It's possible to help you. But I'm not doing charity, you have to give me at least one reason, you deserve my reason to help you."

Guan Ruoyan blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at Yang Xuan and said aggrievedly: "Didn't I just say that, I will join you as your subordinate."

"Not enough!" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

Guan Ruoyan pondered for a moment and said: "Then I will offer you a low-grade long sword of the heavenly rank!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened, and they looked at this enchanting woman carefully, even Yang Xuan was surprised.

"It seems that your family background is not small, but it is still not enough!"

Guan Ruoyan couldn't keep her ladylike image any longer.

"Yang Xuan, I've already talked about this, what else do you want? Don't tell me you're still looking at my body. Let me tell you, even if I die, I won't let you get what you want."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was instantly ashamed of Ruo Yanlei's appearance. They really didn't expect that this beautiful and enchanting appearance would be like this.

Yang Xuan was also taken aback for a moment, he was thinking just now that Guan Ruoyan's begging appearance this time is quite a quiet lady. As a result, the painting style suddenly changed, and it almost hit his waist.

"The way you beg for help makes it hard for me to help you." Yang Xuan said intentionally.

As soon as he mentioned this, Guan Ruoyan suddenly stopped, and put on a soft and weak look.

"Then tell me what you want to do to help me."

Yang Xuan didn't have any specific thoughts, so he casually said, "Be my maid!"

"Huh? Maid?"

"You can refuse."

"I promise!"

Guan Ruoyan just paused, and immediately agreed. Comparing the maid with life, it's not her turn to think about it now.

"Okay, I have to go up. The group arena is about to start. You should also pay attention, in case something unexpected happens, you should be prepared.

After all, I don't know what else will happen in this group arena now. "

Everyone agreed in unison, and Yang Xuan turned around and walked towards the high platform.

Just as Yang Xuan sat down, Qi Wuhui next to him asked, "Are they yours?"

"Well! We came in together, Talent is okay, I don't want to ruin it because of this group arena." Yang Xuan said flatly.

"Cang Wudao, I might not let you Ruyi Scepter." Qi Wugui said.

"Probably not, after all the group arena is hosted by him, and he probably doesn't want another accident." Yang Xuan said.

"I hope so!"

"Do you know anything about this group arena?"

"No, I have only been here for more than half a year, less than a year, and my understanding of this place is very limited."

"Oh? Then why did you come here?"

"Seriously injured, was picked up by someone, and came here after waking up. What about you?"

"Want to join the Sect experience, and was brought in."

The two of them chatted one after another like this, and the time passed quietly.

 …

The group arena also started.

Every person who draws a lot below is like going to the execution ground. They have to pick up their own butcher knife and fight with each other with all their strength. Even if they were victorious, what they showed was the look of rejoicing for the rest of their lives, not the joy and cheers of victory.

For example, now, when Yang Xuan saw a ring, there was an acquaintance, Sima Yu.

The most ruthless guy in the past, there will also be a day when his fate turns to him. He will be at a disadvantage as soon as he enters the ring, and he will be defeated by the opponent. Come on.

Sima Yu himself knew it, so when he hit him, he began to feel timid and fearful. He didn't want to die, but he died faster. He could have survived a few tricks, but now under the influence of his emotions, he was directly split in half by the opponent.

Looking at another stage, Hua Qingcheng's luck is not bad. When he met a weak chicken, he went down with a knife. The opponent was shocked and flew out, smashed on the formation light curtain, and when he was bounced back, he was chopped off head off.

Every disciple who entered the sect in every arena below is fighting with all their might, and no one dares to take it lightly between life and death.

half a day passed...

"It's the first time I saw a group arena match. It was so quiet. Apart from the sound of fighting, there was no other noise."

At this time, Qi Wuhui's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and it seemed that these words were deliberately suppressed.

At a glance, the entire square has been stained red with blood. The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire sky, it was clearly the top of the mountain, but it still couldn't dissipate the thick blood and resentment.

Yang Xuan had already closed his eyes. After watching a few games, he couldn't watch anymore. He never thought that he was a good person, and he would not be merciless in killing people.

But compared to Cang Wudao at this moment, he felt that he was too kind.

How did he come up with this kind of inhumane game, even what did Zhuge Yu and other immortals think about it.

After hearing Qi Wugui's voice, he looked down at the square again.

Looking at it, he found that the place where the blood flowed was actually heading in one direction.

He turned his Divine Sense in that direction and scattered. Only then did I realize that there was a group of people in that direction, using a special vessel to keep collecting the blood.

And a group of special gray-robed people appeared in the square, each of them held a box that had been prepared, the box was the size of a brick.

Whenever a genius falls, they put the corpses of those geniuses into those boxes.