The soil has become refined [Sword Three]

When Jin Le left, the arena was already filled with ten people, but half of them were fighting.

Jin Le never chose, it seemed that he had chosen his target early in the morning.

It was also a coincidence that the arena he picked just happened to end a match.

Seeing Jin Le jumping onto the stage, the man on the stage twitched his face, and before Jin Le could speak, he conceded defeat and jumped off the stage.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight Jin Le, it's because he was injured in the fight just now, and he doesn't think he can beat Jin Le when he is injured.

especially……

Thinking of someone's favorite kicking behavior, the man's face turned livid.

Let's fight again after he recovers from his injury. Anyway, there are three days in the second round. He doesn't believe that Jin Le can fight for three days in a row!

What's more... The man's eyes swept left and right, and sure enough, because of Jin Le, many monks with similar strength to Jin Le looked over.

However, no one came over.

There is no way, the rule of the second round is that the ten people who are still standing on the ring in the end, the sect represented by the back will win.

Therefore, the core disciples from other sects will basically not directly stand in the ring on the first day.

That's why, when Jin Le stood up, the others looked at him as if they were looking at a psychopath.

However, thinking about the powerful "elixir" support behind Jin Le, the people in the other sects, besides envy, are still envious.

Even if Jin Le is really exhausted by the wheel battle, but he can take drugs!

After thinking of this, other than envy, jealousy and hatred, people in other sects have nothing to say!

***

In the stands, Xie Qianjun and A Rang were originally in high spirits, ready to see Jin Le's appearance of "killing the Quartet". However, after Jin Le stood on the ring, very few people really went to challenge, and most of them didn't like Jin Le. Kicked off the ring.

This……

Xie Qianjun murmured silently in his heart, this hatred is worthwhile, it is just right, comparable to the beggar gang back then.

***

Seeing this, Lin Jiao couldn't help laughing.

The few of them grew up together, and they couldn't be said to be roundworms in each other's stomachs, but Jin Le's psychology at this time was very easy to guess.

Especially the arena he chose, the stand occupied by Xuancangmen is the best viewing angle.

Gee.

Lin Jiao gloated in his heart, thinking that Jin Le, who had no plans to do anything, would actually be stupid, it was a rare occurrence~

Lin Jiao began to think, should he go up and challenge?

Anyway, there is no rule in the arena that one's own people can't beat one's own family, right?

However, before Lin Jiao finished thinking, someone had already jumped onto the ring.

"Flying Star Gate, Murong Zhengdu."

***

"It's actually him."

Xie Qianjun's expression couldn't help becoming serious.

I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and Murong Zhengdu was so thin that he was almost skinny back then, so Xie Qianjun didn't recognize him at first sight when he came on stage.

Hearing his name, Xie Qianjun felt familiar.

"Elder Xie knows this person?" Lin Jiao was originally unhappy, but now hearing Xie Qianjun's voice, he couldn't help asking curiously.

"I don't know each other, but I still have enmity!" Ah Rang still remembered how this man betrayed them when he was in Demon Realm!

If it wasn't for this person, maybe they wouldn't have been imprisoned in the Ultimate Secret Realm for 15 years!

Although in the past 15 years, they have completely solved the immortal-eating insects that infested Ah Rang's body, but every yard is equal to one yard.

He can be sure that it is absolutely true that the other party did not return their kindness to them!

"Flying Star Sect." Xie Qianjun looked at Linjiao, "Have you ever understood this sect?"

"No." Lin Jiao shook her head, in fact, before Murong Zhengdu came to power, she had never even heard of this sect.

Since Xie Qianjun asked, Lin Jiao naturally ordered others to investigate immediately.

However, it still takes time to wait for the news, so everyone's attention is now on the ring.

A piano appeared in Xie Qianjun's hand, and his fingers lightly plucked it on the strings.

The sound of the piano was long, but Xie Qianjun always controlled it within one foot of his body.

A Rang also sat up straight, always paying attention to the ring.

At this time, the arena that Jin Le had chosen turned out to be the most suitable occasion for Xie Qianjun and A Rang to take action.

***

in the ring

Jin Le also noticed that this person was unusual.

"Xuancangmen, Xie Jinle."

After exchanging names, Jin Le immediately made a bold move!

He felt faintly uneasy, this person named Murong Zhengdu was really weird.

The weapon Jin Le uses is a gun. The body of the gun is silver in color as a whole, and the silver shadows flicker when it is swung.

Murong Zhengdu's weapon is a whip, and that whip is very strange.

"Looking at it, it looks like it has been built into a spine." Lin Jiao narrowed his eyes and said.

"Maybe it wasn't made into a spine." Xie Qianjun said in a deep voice.

A Rang's tone was affirmative, "That should be the spine, but the whip is so long, I don't know how many people's spines are used to connect it."

"Isn't this kind of behavior no different from a demon cultivator?" Lin Jiao frowned.

"How would other people know that it was made of human bones?"

"But..." Lin Jiao seemed to want to say something, but when he caught a glimpse of the situation on the ring out of the corner of his eye, his expression changed immediately.

***

Just as Xie Qianjun and the others were talking, the situation on the ring changed suddenly.

Although Jin Le never took it lightly at the very beginning, Murong Zhengdu's various spells are known for their weirdness, and their strength is actually comparable to his.

So the longer the battle lasted, the more solemn Jin Le's heart became.

However, Jin Le always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Because Jin Le had no time to pay attention to him during the battle, he didn't know at this time that he had become the focus of most people's attention.

***

"Did I read it wrong just now? On his head, did... a pair of cat ears grow?" A person under the ring murmured.

"It's not cat ears, it should be wolf ears!"

"It's not! It should be the leopard's ears!"

"Nonsense! It's clearly a tiger's ear!"

"It's cat ears!"

Looking at the female nuns who were already arguing, the monk who first asked the question looked stunned.

Your focus...isn't it right?