Turn the villain into a sweetie

Yu Bolan and Huai Mo just waited in the inn for many days, but no one from the Duan family came to make trouble for a long time.

In the past few days, Yu Bolan did not know what to use to transform into a gel pen, holding the dumpling every day, playing backgammon with himself on the ground.

As for Huai Mo, this guy is either cultivating or on the way of cultivating. He meditates every day, often for a whole day, without even saying a word.

Yu Bolan is a talkative person, he is going crazy in the house every day, and even the dumplings are almost peeled off by his rua.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

However, there is a more important reason.

That is, the spirit stones they used to maintain the formation are running out.

Yu Bolan stared at the faintly dim runes on the wall, feeling a little worried.

If this continues, the remaining spirit stones should only last for one day.

There has been no movement in the Duan family, which is not a good sign.

He bent down, picked up a spirit stone, held it in the palm of his hand, looked back at Huai Mo who was still meditating, and made a secret decision.

He needs more spirit stones to maintain the formation, and the current spirit lock formation is far from enough.

Huai Mo was practicing, so he didn't dare to disturb him casually, he hesitated, put the dumpling on the ground, and said to it earnestly: "I'm going out for a while, if Huai Mo wakes up and finds that I'm not there, you can tell him , I went to the fighting arena to earn spirit stones, understand?"

Yes, fighting arena.

This is a plot that Yu Bolan accidentally recalled when he had nothing to do these days.

In the upper city of Haicheng, there is a fighting field built for the nobles. The nobles sit on the high platform and watch the fighting between the monks to place bets. are eligible to claim the bounty.

Yu Bolan actually doesn't like fighting very much, he still prefers to be a businessman rather than a fighter, just like he did in the last days.

But doing business requires money.

He has no capital now.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, finally patted Tuanzi on the head, turned and left the room.

The inn was already empty, so it's not normal that no one came to check after such a big commotion.

It's inside Haicheng... Is there something wrong?

Stepping out of the inn, passing by a tavern, I heard the people inside talking.

"Hey, have you heard? There seems to be something wrong in Uptown."

"Especially...that family, it is said that several of their members have died, and they can find traces of puppets at the scene afterwards."

"Puppet? Could it be..."

He paused slightly, then continued walking, hooking his lips.

So it turns out that Yuan Liqi is a guy who does things vigorously and resolutely.

But the size of Sanchun Pavilion and Duan's family... there is no comparison. Yuan Liqi is really not afraid of getting into trouble by doing this.

No wonder the Duan family never came to trouble them, it turned out that Yuan Liqi had shunned their attention.

However, Yuan Liqi is not the most urgent task.

According to his memory of the original text, he quickly found the fighting arena.

A huge iron gate stood there, and before entering, one could smell a disgusting smell of blood.

This is the entrance for the monks, and the nobles in the upper city will not pass through here.

As soon as he entered, he heard the whispered discussions of the monks around him.

"Another one came to die."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? With so many high-level spirit stones, the dead can be resurrected for you."

"What's going on here, it seems that you don't even have the foundation establishment."

Right, that is it.

Relying on the system to help him suppress his cultivation, so that everyone loses confidence in him, so as to maximize the odds in the bet, so that he can obtain the maximum profit.

He ignored those people, walked through the dark corridor, and suddenly saw a room that looked like a hall, which was fairly clean.

There was only one old man in the room, with white hair and white beard, sitting behind the desk for an unknown number of years. When he saw him, he sniffled: "Come here to register."

Yu Bolan stepped forward, picked up the contract on the table, and glanced at it.

"It doesn't matter whether it's life or death." The old man raised his voice.

Yu Bolan nodded, and pressed his fingers on it, his fingerprints slowly emerged.

"Is this your first time here?" The old man saw that he had finished drawing the seal, and then he said, "You came at a really bad time."

Yu Bolan looked up at him: "What?"

"Today's challenger is Yalin," the old man said casually, "She has fought hundreds of times in this fighting arena, and she has maintained a record of complete victories. She is the undefeated king here, boy, you happened to bump into it today. The gun is on."

Raven?There is no such character in the original text.

"It's just a code name," the old man continued, "ah, by the way, you have to have one too, we are completely anonymous here."

"Code name?" Yu Bolan thought for a while, Huai Mo's face gradually appeared in his mind, and then he couldn't help laughing, "Then call it, bastard."

elder:? ?

"It's called 'Bastard'," Yu Bolan said sternly, restraining his smile, "help me register, old man. "

The old man stared at him with complicated eyes for a while, but said nothing. He lowered his head and made gestures on the contract.

"Actually, you can go to the back row," the old man couldn't help reminding, "You have registered now, and you can choose to come back tomorrow."

"Is Yalin's odds high?" Yu Bolan asked.

"Highest."

"That's her," Yu Bolan reached out and took the white mask handed over by the old man, "There's no need to wait any longer."

Seeing that he was fully dressed, the old man sighed, handed him a number plate, and pointed in a direction: "Go this way, and you will be on the court in a quarter of an hour."

Yu Bolan thanked him, turned and left.

He walked in the direction pointed by the old man, came to a door, pushed it open, and saw a woman wearing a black mask and black cloak sitting inside, repeatedly wiping the sharp claws in her hand.

"Yu Lin?" Yu Bolan called out tentatively.

The woman raised her head slightly, but did not respond.

Looks like it should be.

He walked in casually and sat down.

His current cultivation is a combination, which is outstanding in the entire world of cultivating immortals. A high cultivation can gain insight into people with a low cultivation. For example, now, he can clearly see that the cultivation of Yalin is Yuan infant.

It's not weak, unless she, like herself, also concealed her cultivation.

He nodded slightly, and the spirit stone in his palm was transformed into a small pistol by him calmly, and he hid it in his sleeve.

It shouldn't be a big problem if the cultivation base is suppressed and unexpected.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while, until there was a sound outside.

"Next, we invite our King of Yum, Ya Lin, to appear!"

"And her opponent today...uh, the bastard...appears."

When the two heard the words, they both stood up and walked straight to the field.

The fighting arena is an oval-shaped place like a playground. On both sides of it, there are scattered children from the family, waiting to see this feast of blood.

"Oh! Ya Lin, tear him apart!"

"What code name is this, bastard? Hahaha, I laughed so hard!"

"This is a small foundation building? What is it? It doesn't mean anything at all."

Some children of the aristocratic family shouted excitedly.

Yu Bolan turned a deaf ear to their disturbance, but fixed his eyes on Ya Lin who was opposite him.

After all, it was a life-and-death struggle, and he dared not relax in the slightest.

With an order, the stage was instantly quiet, and Ya Lin raised his foot, stood up, and rushed towards him.

In the eyes of outsiders, it should be a momentary movement, but for Yu Bolan, it seems to be in slow motion.

Yu Bolan took out his pistol.

Only three bullets are enough.

He pulled the trigger, injected spiritual power, fired a gun, and then fired a gun with quick thinking on the ground. The huge shock wave raised dust all over the sky, covering the entire arena inside.

"what happened?"

"Why can't I see anything?"

The people on the stage started shouting.

Yu Bolan saw clearly that Ya Lin fell down.

His first gun just now aimed at Yalin's shoulder.

He walked over vigilantly, bent down, looked at Ya Lin who had fallen to the ground, bent down, and put the gun on her neck: "You lost, your cultivation base and mine are too far apart."

Ya Lin raised his head with difficulty: "If you want to kill... then kill..."

"I won't kill you," Yu Bolan's eyes darkened, and he lowered his voice, "I don't like doing this kind of thing, pretend to be dead, will you?"

Yalin didn't answer.

"Don't worry about that kind of dignity," Yu Bolan continued, "Living is more important than anything else."

Ya Lin paused, didn't say anything, but held his breath and remained motionless.

Yu Bolan understood that she agreed.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the people in the stands clearly saw Yalin lying on the ground, out of breath, and the little monk whose cultivation base was not enough to establish a foundation put his hand on Yalin's neck.

There was a moment of silence on and off the stage.

"Ahem, I declare that the winner of this duel is... bastard... bastard!"

There was an uproar downstairs.

Yu Bolan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and suddenly felt a familiar aura.

He looked over, but saw a man in black wearing a crow mask standing upright in the corner of the stand, with a panda lying on his shoulder.

Yu Bolan paused, showed a big smile at Huaimo, then turned and left.

But he didn't notice that Huai Mo's hands were slightly trembling due to clenched hands hidden in his sleeves.

Yu Bolan followed the guidance and found the old man. Under his incredible gaze, he took away the bounty of 3000 high-level spirit stones.

With a huge sum of money in his pocket, he happily walked out of the fighting arena through the back door.

These spirit stones are enough for him to make a fortune.

It has to be said that the fighting arena has done a good job in protecting the players.

The mask and code name are completely anonymous, basically there is no need to worry about being murdered.

Apart from……

Yu Bolan paused, and looked at Huai Mo who was full of low pressure in front of him with some helplessness.

"Master..." He twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to say something.

But Huai Mo scolded him with his head covered.

"You bastard! Who allowed you to come to this kind of place?" Huai Mo's lips trembled slightly, "Do you know... this is a place of life and death!"

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The author says:

Ya Lin is a very important character, (the kind that will affect the protagonist's feelings) (whisper bb)