The person in charge took a closer look and said, "Not bad, not bad." Terran, the kid majored in swordsmanship and minored in palming, and has a future, hehe. ”

As he spoke, he began to apply for the identity card.

Yang Qingxuan was afraid that the skin and shrimp would cause problems, so he used his real body and real name.

Soon, the person in charge handed him a piece of white jade and said, "This identity card is very important, don't lose it." It must be used for any trade, mission, and teleportation in the Inland Sea. ”

"Thank you. Yang Qingxuan took the token and held it in his hand, with a cold feeling, which was very comfortable.

The person in charge said: "Under the heavenly position, the quota for entering the inland sea is only one hundred per day, and you must know the rules." ”

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said softly: "Survival of the fittest." ”

The person in charge smiled and said, "Even if you are a member of the Sea Clan, if you want to enjoy all kinds of treatment in the Inland Sea, you must participate in the 'Victory Battle' and obtain the status of the Inland Sea. Otherwise, it can only be regarded as a black household. But with your talents, I'm sure it's going to be fine. ”

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly, although he himself felt that it was no problem, but he still had to be modest, and immediately hugged his fists and said: "What's the matter, the adults look up to it." ”

The person in charge waved his hand and said, "Let's go, your information has been sent to the winning side, just go directly to the competition tomorrow." As for how many competitions to try, it depends on how many people have signed up today. ”

"Thank you. ”

Yang Qingxuan clenched his fists and left with the token.

......

On the second day, on a huge island near the main island, there was a circular gladiatorial arena, which erupted from time to time with an earth-shattering roar, full of blood and excitement.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

There were tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium, all roaring towards the stadium, and the roar shook the sky.

Yang Qingxuan stood quietly in a corner, his face gloomy and terrifying.

I thought that the winning battle was just a point to the end, and I had a competition, but I didn't expect it to be so bloody, and it was directly placed in the gladiatorial arena to make people bet.

The two gladiators in the arena were inseparable.

An old man in a gray robe, with a gloomy complexion, and a cold glint constantly shooting out of his eyes, mainly dodging with his body.

The other was a bald middle-aged man, holding a good big sword, at least at the level of an earthcraft, desperately slashing at the old man.

Both of them are cultivators in the middle stage of Shattered Nirvana, and they are on a par.

The center of this gladiatorial arena is surrounded by an enchantment, even a heavenly powerhouse can't break it, and the ground inside doesn't know what the structure is, and the middle-aged man can only draw a shallow mark on the ground with all his strength.

Yang Qingxuan stood by and watched seventeen games, ten of which were dead, and the losers of seven games were seriously injured, thanks to the mercy of the other party's men, he saved his life and was dragged down.

He finally understood why so many people from the middle and even late stages of Nirvana came to compete, but in the early stage, if they wanted to pass, they had to rely on luck.

"Bang!

In the gladiatorial arena, the bald middle-aged man showed a set of fierce and domineering swordsmanship, slashing at the opponent frantically, the sword blade cut the space one by one, and many swords shook the ground, marking slight marks.

The gray-robed old man blindly dodged, not daring to block the edge of the big sword, and gradually fell behind.

Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely bad, and above the gladiatorial arena, there were two water curtains, clearly written with various information about the two of them, such as names, ages, races, major exercises, etc., as well as the bets next to them.

The middle-aged man's major martial art is called the Fighting Crazy Sword, which is a high-level martial art, and the equipment he brings also indicates the earth's weapon, and he seems to be an honest man.

The information of the gray-robed old man is much simpler, and there is only one major in martial arts: Xianyun Hand, and the weapon is lightly marked: copper ring.

At this moment, in the arena, the old man suddenly shouted, changed the obscenity of escaping, and rushed up against the sword momentum.

The old man held a sigil between the tip of his right finger and struck it out suddenly.

With a "boom", the rune turned into a giant and directly hugged the big sword.

"What?!"

The middle-aged man was shocked, the giant was made of paper, and for some reason he had such power, so he hurriedly poured his true qi into the sword and slashed desperately!

"Boom!"

The powerful sword qi was everywhere, with him as the center, like a storm of sword qi, smashing the paper giant, and the confetti flew like a butterfly.

"Hmph, in this competition, the old man even used the Tianding Talisman, and he couldn't care about it much. ”

An icy voice came from above.

The middle-aged man was shocked, hurriedly raised his sword and turned around, just about to slash into the air.

But when the yellow light flashed, a huge copper ring fell, like a small mountain, "booming" in the sky above him.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man switched from offense to defense, holding his sword horizontally in front of him and blocking the copper ring.

But the old man had already struck out hundreds of palm shadows, all of which hit the copper ring, sending out a series of "bells" sounds.

The middle-aged man was hit and kept retreating, and finally with a "poof", he was shocked and flew out, and blood splattered in the air.

A look of joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and he rushed up and grabbed the copper ring, and slammed it down at the middle-aged man!

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man raised his sword with difficulty, and was knocked away again, spitting blood.

"Stop, I'm throwing in the towel!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly admitted defeat without caring about pranayama, and then held the sword in one hand and stuck it on the ground, supporting his body from falling.

"Hmph. ”

As soon as the old man took the copper ring, he stepped forward with a gloomy face, and said in a cold voice: "How good is it to admit defeat early?

The middle-aged man glared angrily and scolded: "You are already cheating! In the equipment column, you only filled in the copper ring, but you didn't write that there is a Tianding talisman!"

"What, do you have an opinion? The Tianding Fu is not an equipment, just an item. ”

The old man laughed evilly, and suddenly shot out unexpectedly, and the copper ring roared out, hitting the middle-aged man's chest with a "bang", shaking it out and the big sword falling to the ground.

"Poof, you......!"

The middle-aged man vomited blood again and again, his breath instantly fell to the extreme, and he said angrily: "You are despicable, I admit defeat, and you still sneak attack!"

The old man sneered: "Haha, who stipulated that if you admit defeat, you can't fight? Unless one side is killed, only the referee has the right to call it a stop! And you consumed a Tianding talisman from me, so take this sword as compensation!"

As he spoke, as soon as the old man grabbed it, he put away the sword that had fallen to the ground, and then his figure flashed, and he rushed forward to take the middle-aged man's life.

Yang Qingxuan was furious when he saw it, but in this gladiatorial arena, it was not something he could break into at all.

"Stop, the game is over, Zhan Yuan wins. ”

A slouchy voice came from the referee's bench.

The old man was shocked, and just raised his hand, the copper ring was still in his hand, and he was facing the middle-aged man's head, but he didn't dare to hit it.

I haven't changed it today, good night everyone.

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