There are not many people in the central area, and compared to the viewing position in the back, it can be said that it is very relaxed, after all, there are not many people who want to play for a deathmatch, and even fewer people are willing to spend a medium-grade spirit stone to watch the battle. Therefore, a few people around the city found a place in the central area and sat down.

At this time, the two battles on the field also just ended, and a slave on the right, Wu Xiu, had a hideous face, knelt on the ground, and hit his opponent's head with his right hand one by one, as if to vent his inner anger and rage, even if his opponent had already died and fell to the ground.

And the demon beast in the other scene also tore apart its opponent, and the blood and internal organs were scattered on the death arena, and the scene was extremely cruel. However, the people watching the battle here were obviously used to it, and not only did they not feel any discomfort, but they all shouted frantically with excitement on their faces.

This kind of picture will only make them feel stimulated and feel their blood.

"Those who have the strength to dare to play are called self-confidence, and those who do not have the strength to play are conceited, and they are even more suicidal. ”

Zhou Fu shook his head slightly, no one here will force you to play, they all choose to play voluntarily, and even the slave Wu Xiu and the demon beast who act as opponents are also self-chosen, and in this case, they still die in the death arena, that is self-inflicted.

Wei Shuirou said to Zhou Fu: "Zhou Fu is right, although I brought you here, but I don't want you to play, don't go to the death arena until you are absolutely sure, there are many disciples of the White Tiger Academy who died on the field, all because they think very highly of themselves and look down on those slave martial arts and demon beasts." Even if those disciples of the White Tiger Academy were stronger than their opponents, they were extremely easy to die on the field. ”

Yang Chen was a little puzzled: "Why?"

Wei Shuirou didn't answer, but asked, "In the same realm, if you take the stage to fight, will the opponent choose a demon beast or a human slave warrior?"

"Slave Wu Xiu, of course. ”

"I also choose slave martial arts. ”

Yang Chen and Wu Ze said without any hesitation, and Fang Zhou also nodded: "The demon beasts of the same realm are physically strong, and their strength is also stronger than that of human martial artists, compared to human slave martial cultivators, it should be easier to deal with." ”

Wei Shuirou looked at Zhou Fu: "What about you, Zhou Fu?"

Zhou Fu glanced at the demon beasts and slave Wu Xiu who had killed their opponents on the field, and said softly: "Demon beasts." ”

Yang Chen and the others were stunned: "Why?"

Wei Shuirou smiled slightly: "Zhou Fu's choice is not wrong, it is true that under the same realm, the strength of demon beasts is higher than that of human martial artists, but here you can't judge everything with worldly common sense." These slave martial cultivators will appear in battle every day, each of which is facing the danger of dying at any time, in order to survive, their desire to survive is pushed to the extreme, followed by madness, tyranny, and unscrupulous means to survive. In this case, their potential will be maximized, as a slave martial cultivator, if they can win every battle, how terrible would they be if it took a long time?"

Zhou Fu said in a deep voice: "The reason why weak human beings can become the masters of this continent is because of human beings' own desire for survival, as well as the potential to continue to evolve, especially in desperate situations, human beings can often burst out with stronger strength, these slave martial arts cultivators are in a desperate situation every day, they are much more terrifying than demon beasts." ”

Yang Chen

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Several people's bodies were shocked, yes, these slave martial cultivators were able to survive, it was not by luck, everyone had their own means. If they were put in the position of a slave martial cultivator, how long would they live?

Being alive is a matter of course for them, but for those slave martial cultivators, it is something that they have to work hard to get.

Zhou Fu's eyes glanced at the location of those slave martial cultivators with some complicated eyes, they were chained, they could not escape, they could only fight desperately day after day, year after year, unless someone could buy them as slaves, but that might not necessarily be better than now.

"Other than that, I only kill whoever I want to kill. ”

Zhou Fu doesn't think of himself as a good person, he can kill anyone, even a woman, even a child. But the premise is that the person he kills is his enemy, and as long as it is his enemy, he will not be merciful to anyone. But in addition, he will not use other people's lives to become a stepping stone for his own enjoyment, nor will he make other people his slaves for a little boring bad taste, and let him kill people at will for a little spirit stone, no injustice or hatred, his heart does not allow it, which will hinder his martial arts.

Martial arts, it is to uphold one's own heart, in order to reach the peak.

Wei Shuirou was stunned for a moment, her heart fluttered slightly, and she slowly looked at those slave martial cultivators with crazy faces. Some of these slave martial arts are just crazy, just tyrannical, and some are just cruel to killing opponents, in the past, she would kill her opponent every time without panic, just like killing a demon beast casually, or in her heart, these slave martial arts cultivators were even closer to demon beasts.

But Zhou's words made waves in her heart, these slave martial arts cultivators were originally human beings, and the reason why they became what they are now is only because the tragedy of fate befell them, they can only accept fate, and fight frantically day by day, desperately resisting fate.

At this time, Wei Shuirou's heart suddenly changed a little, a sense of relief emanated from her, and her mood actually broke through.

Zhou Fu glanced at her, vaguely aware of the changes in her.

"Taught. ”

Wei Shuirou bowed slightly to Zhou Fu with a solemn expression to show her gratitude.

Zhou Fu touched his nose: "This is Senior Sister Shuirou's own progress, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

He didn't expect that he just said what he thought in his heart, which actually made Wei Shuirou improve his mood.

"No, you're right, if you want to kill, you can only kill the people you want to kill, they are just desperately trying to survive, there is no reason to die at our hands like this. ”

Wei Shuirou smiled at Zhou Fu, her heart had never been so relaxed.

"Hahaha, the reckless men of the White Tiger Courtyard actually have compassion for these lowly slave martial cultivators, hahaha!"

At this time, a sarcastic laughter suddenly sounded from the side, and a few people around the world turned their eyes and looked in the direction of the side, and they saw a group of young people in luxurious clothes, looking at several people around them with disdain.

"They are from the aristocratic camp!"

Wu Ze said in a low voice, looking at the group of people coldly. Wu Ze was also from a commoner background and was bullied by many nobles, so he didn't have the slightest good impression of these people.

Zhou raised his eyebrows

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"I see. ”

His gaze fell on the far right of this group of aristocratic youths, where there was a person who recognized Luo Fu, the disciple of the Luo family who was beaten to the ground by Zhou Fu on the day he entered the Sixiang National Courtyard.

Within the courtyard of the Four Elephants, or in the entire imperial city, the nobles and the commoners were all on the same page, even in this city within a city.

For the civilian disciples, they enter the city within the city more to come to the death arena, and the noble disciples will go to the trading area more to exchange for the items they need, after all, most of the noble disciples will choose the Qinglong Academy, they don't need to set foot on the battlefield, so they don't need to come here to hone their blood and courage, on the contrary, they feel that the people in the White Tiger Courtyard are a group of reckless people, and courage and blood will only make them die faster.

As for these noble disciples who like to come to the death arena, they don't want to be on stage in a death match, they are just looking for excitement. What they want to see is an exciting battle, no matter which side they die, it doesn't matter to them, but if there are civilian disciples from the White Tiger Academy stepping on the death arena, this is what they want to see the most, they hope to see those civilian disciples being eaten by demon beasts and killed by slave martial cultivators, so that they will feel the most exciting and excited.

"The idiots of the aristocracy still like barking so much, but there are enough idiots today. ”

Zhou Fu said lightly, which immediately made the faces of the group of people gloomy.

"Dare to speak to us like this, don't you want to live!"

One of them looked around coldly, this is outside the Four Elephants Courtyard, they want to kill a civilian, isn't that simple.

Zhou Fu sneered: "Not only do I dare to speak to you like this, but I also dare to break your teeth for you to swallow, and I dare to kill you." Isn't it, Luofu?"

Luo Fu's body was shocked, he recalled that Peng Yi, who had been slapped to the point that day, and thought that if he hadn't been at the gate of the Sixiang National Courtyard that day, he would almost die under the sword of Zhou Fu, and his face suddenly turned pale.

What's more, after that day, Luo Lie found him and asked him not to provoke Zhou Fu again, making it clear that Zhou Fu had a strong background behind him.

The young man in green shirt beside Luo Fu frowned: "Luo Fu, do you know him?"

Luo Fu glanced at Zhou Fu, who seemed to be smiling, buried his head and didn't dare to look at Zhou Fu, and said in a low voice: "He is Zhou Fu, the same Zhou Fu who challenged Zhao Pan." ”

The news that Zhou Fu easily defeated him didn't spread, so he didn't want more people to know about it, so he used a more explosive thing to divert the attention of these people.

Sure enough, as he expected, these noble disciples all looked at Zhou Fu in surprise, and no one asked what Zhou Fu meant just now.

The Qingshan young man beside Luo Fu sneered: "It turns out that you are the one who doesn't know whether to live or die, it seems that because of the challenge to Zhao Pan, you want to come to this death arena to improve your strength, tsk, don't die here, otherwise Zhao Pan will know how boring it will be, he wants to torture you to death under the watchful eye of everyone!"

"Hahaha!"

Those noble disciples laughed, as if they had seen the scene of Zhou Fu's tragic death at Zhao Pan's feet.

"Idiot. ”

Zhou Fu shook his head and ignored these people, for these people, ignoring them was the best response.

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