There wasn't much suspense in the next few games, Jingchen won the final with a crushing attitude, even if the last person was far worse than Tie Man, it was no wonder that he was called the winning general of the high-level group of the Yuanli Realm.

After becoming the new champion, people also aptly gave Jingchen a nickname - the mysterious mask man.

The nineteen-year-old eighth-order Yuan Force Realm Qi cultivator, although his talent was much worse than that of the geniuses who had been cultivated by the big families who had devoted their resources to cultivating, he could be regarded as a malleable talent, and it would not be a big problem to become the mainstay of a medium-sized force in the future.

For a while, the forces that threw olive branches to Jingchen also increased, of course, including the Yang family, who had already invisibly made enemies, all of them were rejected by Jingchen one by one.

Knowing that Jingchen had no intention of staying in Desert City, they were relieved, as long as they couldn't get this kind of talent, it would be a loss for them.

This time in the gladiatorial arena, in addition to the 10,000 gold coins he received from the championship reward, there were also 30,000 gold coins from bets, and 40,000 gold coins were almost enough for him to squander in the next two months. As long as he arrived at the academy safely and joined Xuan Lin and them, his goal would be accomplished.

"Old man, you should still take the two thousand gold coins, the borrowed money always has to be repaid. When he came out of the gladiatorial arena, the sky was already slightly bright, and there was no rest for this night, Jingchen was a little tired, and took out two thousand gold coins from his money bag and handed them to Dao Xuan.

"Don't try to bribe me! Even if you give me two thousand gold coins, this pot of wine will still be given to me!" Dao Xuan shook the wine gourd in his hand after speaking, and listened to the sound There was no more wine in the pot.

Jingchen nodded with a smile and said, "This is nature. I'll help you go to drink, but I'm going to leave Desert City after drinking, and I don't know when I will meet next time I leave. ”

Dao Xuan nodded and didn't speak again.

Although it wasn't dawn now, there were a lot of taverns that were open all night, so I casually walked into a tavern of a small scale and handed Dao Xuan's wine gourd over.

"Give me a pot of your good wine here, fill it up!" Jingchen said quite boldly.

"Okay!" Seeing that the person who came was a young man wearing a mask, the boss didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly responded.

The competition of the high-level group of the Yuanli Realm has started last night, and rumors about the mysterious masked man have already spread from the gladiatorial arena, except for Jingchen, no one in the Desert City is wearing a mask anymore.

Such a small gourd wine, even if it is the best, will not cost a few gold coins, in order to thank Dao Xuan, Jingchen did not be stingy.

But as time went by, Jingchen felt more and more that things were strange, the owner of the tavern had been in for a while, but he hadn't come out yet, and he had used it for so long to fill up such a small gourd of wine.

Just when Jingchen's few patience was about to run out, the boss finally came out, sweating profusely as if he had experienced a battle.

"Guest... Guest officer, are you sure you want to fill this gourd, I have poured five large jars, this wine gourd has not been filled, and these five jars of wine have already cost a thousand gold coins..."The boss wiped the sweat on his head and asked in a low voice.

Jingchen's expression gradually became sluggish, five... The five major altars have not yet been filled, and the only one that can explain this phenomenon is probably only one, this wine gourd, is a storage ornament!

Take storage accessories to fill wine, this old man is too extravagant!

Jingchen looked back at Dao Xuan, who was pretending to be outside the tavern, and hated him so much that his teeth itched, and he was tricked by this old man again!

With a light sigh, he turned around and said, "Hit it, hit it!"

...

Holding the heavy wine gourd, Jingchen walked out of the tavern with a gloomy face.

This Dao Xuan is really a dime a dime iron rooster, this time he won a lot of money in the gladiatorial arena just by placing bets, and now he has to pit Jingchen's hard-earned money!

"Old man, I've also helped you make the wine, if it's okay, I'll leave first, I'm still in a hurry." Jingchen said.

After all, this time Dao Xuan borrowed him 2,000 gold coins, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the money to bet, so he would have given it to Dao Xuan as a lottery head.

"Okay, then let's say goodbye and see you again. Dao Xuan took the wine gourd, poured a sip of wine, and said with a smile.

Jingchen hugged his fists and bowed to Dao Xuan, and the two said goodbye.

Looking at Jingchen's figure walking away, Dao Xuan's eyes narrowed: "Jingchen... Who the hell is this sword, why is it so familiar that I can't remember it?

After finding a random place, Jingchen decided to take a rest first, and the frequent battles made him a little tired. And he also has to prepare some rare metals, at this time there is no place to open, can only wait, after leaving the desert city, Jingchen decided to go all out, even if he passes by some cities, he doesn't plan to stop.

Through his conversation with Dao Xuan, Jing Chen learned a lot about Fengyun Academy.

Generally, the people who participate in the enrollment are thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers, and the method of judging a freshman's talent is very simple, under the sixth-order Yuanli realm, they are members of the yellow-level class, above the sixth-order Yuanli realm, and below the spiritual cultivation realm are members of the Xuan-level class. The first-order spiritual cultivation realm and the second-order spiritual cultivation realm are members of the earth-level class, and the third-order spiritual cultivation realm and above are members of the heaven-level class.

With Jingchen's current strength, he can only be regarded as a member of the Xuan-level class, and now there are still two months to go, as for whether he can reach the spiritual cultivation realm, it all depends on creation, as for the third-order spiritual cultivation realm... That's not going to be a thought, it's impossible.

The current Xuan Lin can already be regarded as a member of the Heavenly Rank Class, while Hei Yu and Xuan Mo are a little closer, but there is still time for them, presumably they will be able to successfully enter the Heaven Rank Class by then.

Jing Chen's talent is already good among ordinary people, and it is not much worse than those so-called geniuses, but others have the support of big families or big forces behind them, and they have more cultivation resources than Jing Chen.

Although his father Jing Yu was a strong man at the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm, he did not give Jing Chen much material support. Ye Ling has always taught him that if there is something he likes, he must obtain it through his own efforts, and it is not a good thing for pie to fall from the sky.

After a little pranayama, his mental state was also adjusted to excellent, and at this time, the sky was also bright, Jingchen no longer procrastinated, he didn't want to stay in this desert city, if he was discovered by the people of the Yang family, it would be troublesome.

After putting all the prepared things into Yiye Zhiqiu, there were very few gold coins left in Jingchen's hand, and the more he spent money, the more he could feel the importance of money.

Without money, they can't even buy cultivation resources, and people always say that some high-level Qi cultivators have countless treasures left behind, but that also requires good luck. Jingchen has been away from the mainland for half a year, not to mention any high-level Yuan techniques and exercises, and he has never even seen a copper coin.

Walking on the road out of the city, Jingchen had been thinking about making tools in his head, and he didn't notice that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

"Oops. After discovering something unusual, Jingchen raised his vigilance. Now is a time when there are many people, and it is impossible to have no one on this kind of road.

Unless, unless someone did it on purpose!

There are only three people who can have such a big force in the city, and the only one Jingchen has offended is the Yang family, and there is no need to think about it to know that Yang Gao's death has reached the ears of the head of the Yang family!

With the Seven-Star Chixiao Sword in his hand, Jing Chen suddenly had confidence in his heart, no matter what danger there was, as long as the Seven-Star Chixiao Sword was still there, he would not panic at all.

As long as it's not the kind of strong person like Feng Xuan, the Yuan Qi that Jing Yu left in the Seven Star Chixiao Sword is enough to kill the opponent, which is also Jing Chen's only hole card!

A burst of redundant footsteps came, and a few hundred meters in front of Jingchen, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face was followed by several subordinates whose breath was perfectly constricted.

"Ye Chen, what a Ye Chen, your courage is really admirable!" The hoarse voice made people very uncomfortable to listen to, like using a knife to cut a jade bottle, sharp and hoarse.

The person who came was the head of the Yang family, Yang Gao's father - Yang Baming.

Jingchen couldn't hide it, so he simply took off his mask.

The young face stunned everyone, where is this nineteen-year-old, it looks like Dingtian is just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child!

Yang Baming's face became even more ugly: "Learn to be chivalrous and righteous at such a young age, boy, isn't your road narrow, I'm afraid it's gone!"

"Alas" Jing Chen sighed, he didn't expect this Yang Ba Ming to come in person, this is good, although he doesn't have the strength of Feng Xuan, but at least he is also a strong man who has just entered the Spirit Sect realm, and there are many strong people behind him, as long as this Yang Ba Ming is careful, Jing Yu is afraid that the Yuan Qi left in the Seven Star Chixiao Sword will not be enough to kill him.

"Now that they have all recognized it, what is so much nonsense!" Jing Chen snorted impatiently, he was a small Yuan Force Realm Qi refiner, and the people he had offended along the way were all strong people in the Spirit Sect Realm, and he didn't know whether to say that he was capable or unlucky.

"Although my son can't make it, it's not something you can move!" Yang Ba Ming saw that Jingchen didn't care about their existence, and the anger in his heart was even worse, and he almost wanted to erupt from his eyes.

"You give me death!" Yang Baming rushed forward with an arrow step, so fast that he left an afterimage in place.

Yang Baming's hatred for Jing Chen was obvious, against the previous eighth-order Yuan Force Realm child, he actually wanted to kill him with his own hands!

Jing Chen didn't see anything, the Thunder Wanjun body technique was used, and he subconsciously retreated a few steps to the side, but Yang Baming's speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, a punch the size of a sandbag came to his eyes.

A punch from a strong person in the Spirit Sect Realm, no matter how perverted Jingchen's defense is, this punch will definitely die!

Fate seems to play tricks on people like this, one second he was still stealing joy to get the metal, and the next second life and death were played by others.

After entering the desert city, Jingchen never expected this result, he was gambling, betting that the two guards did not betray him, and the news of Yang Gao's death did not reach Yang Ba Ming's ears so quickly.

Unfortunately, he lost the bet.

There is only one fate for the loser, and it will remain the same.