Laughing at Chang'an

The scuffle in the arena is in full swing.

Li Shen lowered his head to peel the peanuts, and there was a pile of peanut shells piled high in the peeling basin.Feng He sat on one side, with a long gun across his lap, which was disassembled and carefully wiped.

Neither of them looked at the stage.

Because there really isn't much to look at.

Open the gate of heaven, ascend the immortal road, and enter the altar.Opening the gate of heaven is just stepping into the threshold of the strong. In front of Li Shen and Feng He, I am afraid that they are not even counted as ants.What's the point of seeing a group of ants beating life and death?She's not a pervert who gets excited when she sees blood.

... the perverted shouting Zheng Huan from Xue Tu 73 next door.

"Can you ask your uncle to stop the meeting?" Feng He raised his head and asked Li Shen, pointing to his ear, "It sounds annoying."

Li Shen stuffed a peanut into his mouth and said vaguely, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not familiar with that psychopath."

It's as if you weren't the one who called someone uncle just now... Feng He spit out silently, picked up the barrel of the gun and held it up to his eyes, peeking down the ring from the barrel.All I saw was a piece of blood, the stumps and corpses were lying down, someone raised a knife and fell, and another life was harvested.

"Good knife." He blurted out.

Hearing the sound, Li Shen looked up to the stage. The boy's blue practice clothes had been dyed blood red, and the long and short double blades drew an arc around his body, bringing up a dead head.Blood was splashed on his cheeks, but his eyes were still as calm as a lake, without waves or ripples.

Li Shen couldn't help thinking of what Yang Huxing once said: Given time, it will definitely not be a thing in the pool.

"It's normal." He frowned.

Feng He glanced at him in surprise, then turned his gaze back to the stage, lost interest after looking at it for a while, lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his gun.The two were more or less influenced by Yang Xingxing, and they always had a little more kindness towards young people, and they didn't like such scenes very much from the bottom of their hearts.

Li Shen leaned over to look at his gun, reached out to touch it, but was slapped back by Feng He.

"Go home and touch your wife." Feng He said without raising his head.

Li Shen was poked into something sad, his face froze immediately, he slowly withdrew his hand, and did not speak with a sullen face.

However, Feng He's pot didn't turn on, and he said, "I've been married for several years, and I haven't seen your wife laying eggs. It's either you or her. To be honest, I promise I won't laugh at you."

Li Shen began to roll up his sleeves, his hands were itchy, and he just wanted to fool others.

Feng He looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"How can you leave your wife for two years? Now that you're married and back home, just stay with her. Otherwise, if you run away, it's useless for you to regret it."

Li Shen was about to sneer and say you don't know shit, when he caught sight of the imperceptible seriousness in Feng He's eyes, he choked up his words.After Feng He said this, he lowered his head to handle his gun again, cautiously, as if treating the gun as his own woman, for fear of hurting her if he moved roughly.He is a well-known vagabond in Chang'an, if any woman can be treated like this by him, his heart will melt... However, the only woman who can make him willing is long gone.

In Chang'an City, who doesn't have one or two sad things?Looking around, everyone is sad.

There was a sudden exclamation in the stands, and the two raised their heads at the same time.

There are only a few dozen people standing in the arena, but there are more alive, who were seriously injured and fell to the ground. There is no such thing as admitting defeat on this stage, but if the standing people ignore them, the arena will be defeated. I don't care about it. If I'm lucky, I might be able to save my life in the end.

But in fact, every round of death fight, except for the final winner, almost no one can survive by luck.

The heart of defense is indispensable, no one knows whether these guys who seem to be seriously injured or dying will jump out at the last minute to compete for the fruits of victory.A person's will can also be seen from the way he treats these people.Not to mention good or bad, each has its own eyes, some people like it when it is clever and fakes others' hands, and some people like it when it is ruthless to do it yourself, even if it is a fool who possesses a compassionate heart and opens up a way for people to survive, there are still people who like it.

At this moment, a purple cloud is flying over the arena, its movements are as light as a swallow splashing water, and its face is so sweet that it is pleasing to the eye. Everywhere it goes, the steel claw on its right hand stretches forward, pulls out a lively heart, pinches it Shattered, revealing the source crystal hidden in it, and put it in the bag with a smile.Her movements are extremely experienced and proficient, it can be seen that she is used to it, and she circles down like a flowing cloud, not like killing people, but like dancing... The audience's exclamation was also caused by this.

Feng He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised: "What is this girl's background? Why do I feel familiar?"

"You were called a beautiful woman just now, but I don't know her anymore after changing clothes. I'm also convinced." Li Shen picked up the brochure on the side, followed the numbers to find one by one, his eyes glanced at a line of small words, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking. shrunk.

[NO.16, Lu Wanjun, sixth rank of Tianmen, orphan of the Northland.High-level orc mixed blood, with the ability to transform, after transforming, the strength can break through to the false fairy road for a short time...]

The gap from Tianmen to Xianlu is not just a big difference in one sentence.Even in Chang'an City, where the world's most powerful people gather, the Xianlu class can be called a master.It is easy to open the gate of heaven, but it is difficult to climb the road to immortality. For most people, the altar above the immortal road is just a dream.To talk about the biggest difference between Tianmen and Xianlu, the former has a source crystal in its body, which is equivalent to having an extra tenant who only eats and does not work, collects some rent, and passively improves some physical fitness and strength.The latter is to subdue this tenant into a subordinate, who can direct it to work as he likes, and strengthening it is strengthening itself.

How can this be the same?

Xue Tu 73 said that Li Shen has no vision, he is really right.The false fairy road that relies on blood for a short breakthrough, although it is false, is more than enough to deal with a group of Tianmen.Although this was a loophole in the rules, the arena clearly wrote in the brochure that the wrong bet can only be blamed on yourself.

No wonder so many people came to join in the fun today, the relationship is indeed a monster.The mixed blood of the high-level orcs, the mercenary king almost slaughtered the high-level orcs, is really rare now.The innate fighting talent of the orcs, as well as the trump card of transformation, no matter who picks it up, it can be thrown on the battlefield after a little training, and it can be honed for a few years, but immortality is a proper new trump card.

Li Shen's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water. He threw the booklet in his hand to Feng He, and stared at the purple figure that had stopped on the ring without saying a word.This girl is so sophisticated in digging out her heart, she is definitely not a kind person, it is impossible to expect her to be merciful... That young Wang Zhen, there are many dangers.

"This time it's troublesome." Feng He read the introduction, his expression was a little surprised, but he was far more attractive than Li Shen, "A pseudo-immortal road, a fourth-rank Tianmen, there is no suspense, the kid on the 24th is dead."

Li Shen turned to glance at him.

"Why are you nervous? Just kidding." Feng Hefeng grinned lightly, pointing to the stage with his hand, "Here, it's time to strike the gong. Take advantage of the intermission to fish people out. I know I'm going to die, but I'm still playing." Shit."

This time Li Shen didn't refute him again. It would be a joke if the two of them sat here and let Yang Huxing's disciple die in front of their eyes.There are still 11 people standing on the ring, including Lian Wang Zhen, and if another one falls, it will be required to knock the midfield gong.The young people on the stage were all covered in blood, looking at each other, but no one acted rashly.

Someone 'giggled'.

The laughter was transmitted by the loudspeaker to the quiet stands, and the spectators immediately recognized who was laughing. No one had forgotten the dance of killing just now.Today, the most dazzling jewel in the arena, dressed in purple, with short hair reaching the ears, is charming and cute, showing an innocent smile, raised her steel claws and lightly tapped the other ten people from afar.

"There's one more." She tilted her head and nodded her chin.

As soon as these words came out, not only the youths on the stage, but also many spectators changed their faces.Of course, the teenagers are vigilant and frightened, but they are excited.

"Number 24! Pick that number 24!"

The voice came from the box next to it, and the tone of the voice was extremely piercing. Li Shen suddenly bounced off the sofa, and as soon as he took a leg, he asked Feng He to grab his wrist.

"Don't pay attention to that lunatic, the more you pay attention to him, the crazier he will become." Feng He frowned, staring at the girl on the ring who seemed to be looking for an opponent. Li Shen stood where he was, took a deep breath, and sat back on the sofa.

Before his butt touched the sofa, the voice next to him was suddenly amplified more than ten times and echoed throughout the arena hall.

"Little girl in purple, choose the number 24, kill him, and I will give you 1000 million!"

Damn, this is asking for a full broadcast from the arena. That lunatic Xue Tu really can do anything. The bet that Li Shen made with him has now smashed his own foot.The girl in purple on the ring first raised her head to show curiosity, and then really turned her gaze to the young Wang Zhen standing on the other side.

She raised the steel claws, and the five claw blades lightly touched the white and tender cheeks that seemed to be broken by blows, and suddenly smiled.

"Okay." She smiled.

Li Shen stood up again without saying a word, but it was Feng He's hand who was faster than him.Almost in an instant, the parts that were originally scattered on the lap returned to their proper positions, and the jet-black long gun shot into the air, and was firmly held by a clean and strong hand.Feng He blocked Li Shen with a horizontal gun, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and there was a smile that seemed to be not a smile on his lips.

"Sit down obediently, it's not your place."

The corners of Li Shen's eyes twitched, the roots of his teeth itched slightly, he looked at Feng He quietly for a moment, and finally sat back.

... He is purely close combat, and in this situation, no spearman is really easy to use.

During the conversation between the two, the purple-clothed girl on the ring had approached Wang Zhen, and she walked over without jumping or jumping, while other people passing by on the road backed away. This momentum alone, the result of today's deadly fight has already been achieved. There is no suspense.

Wang Zhen stood where he was, with a calm expression on his face. He raised his hand and sheathed the dragon and sparrow double blades.

With a soft clang, both knives were sheathed together.

Among so many people present, he was not eye-catching.A little bit of blood splashed on his face, adding a bit of arrogance to that upright face.He quietly looked at the purple-clothed girl walking towards him, opened his lips a little, and took a slow breath.

Spit out again slowly.

The girl walked ten meters away.

Xue Tu 73 turned on the horn and shouted for killing.

Feng He smiled.

Wang Zhen drew his sword.

The dream was smashed with a knife, and purple butterflies flew all over the sky, and the audience was silent.