Nangong Fan returned to his own cabin, slumped weakly on the bed, and the voice in his mouth finally weakened.

There was a suppressed cry, heartbreaking.

Those who hear are sad, and those who hear are weeping.

There was once a love in front of me, and I missed it because of my low self-esteem and cowardice. In this life, I will no longer be cowardly, and I don't want to miss again.

After a while, Nangong Fan got up from the bed, and the blood shadow that appeared in the space of Zhihai when he accepted the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The numb body followed the movements of the blood shadow leaping in his mind, repeating the bear-shaped movements over and over again.

I don't care if the sweat spills mercilessly on the floor.

At this time, perhaps only sweat can suppress the unspeakable pain in his heart.

......

At noon on the second day.

The arena was already full of people from the Black House.

The audience was talking in twos and threes.

"Then is Kurosawa stupid because he was deprived of his identity as a descendant? It can't be because Kurosawa is injured and wants to pick up the cheap, right? Tsk, it's a waste, I'm afraid I'll have the title of multiple fools again. ”

"Isn't it? I heard that the waste is going to be driven out of the Black Family, and he went to the Shushan Sword Sect to learn art, and without the aura of the Hei Family's son-in-law, how can anyone pay attention to this waste?"

"Don't say it, that waste is really gone, how much less fun does the Black Mansion have? ”

"It's almost noon, and that fool won't react and dare not come, right?"

"I am him, and I will never come. ”

"There's a commotion in the distance, that fool can't really come, right?"

"Excellent, what a battle chicken among stupid chickens. ”

The crowd was noisy, and a figure covered in sweat walked slowly from the aisle left by the crowd, dense sweat slid down his face that was a little more resolute than before, dripping onto the stone slab, making a ticking and crisp sound.

The person who comes only lives in his own world, and is deaf to all kinds of discussions around him.

He just walked straight to the jousting platform in front of him with numb eyes, he just came at the invitation to end this boring joust, and then returned to his own cabin to sweat.

Mo Yu stood at the bottom of the competition platform, a wooden table was placed in front of him, and a milky white spar was placed on it, and the people nearby only felt comfortable, as if the heat wave was completely isolated by the spar, but with a trace of comfortable coolness.

This is the medium-grade spirit stone, and the eyes of the crowd looking at this spar that looks bright in the light of the sun are full of endless fiery and greed.

With this medium-grade spirit stone, their lives may change because of this. can go further in the martial arts, have more lifespan, more wealth, and more beauties.

The ring in Nangong Fan's hand flashed black, and the black dragon sword and ten pieces of yellow paper with brilliant circulation were neatly placed on the wooden table.

Standing next to the competition platform step by step, climbing onto the competition platform with both hands and feet, it looks extremely clumsy.

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd of onlookers.

He estimated that he was the first person to go to the competition platform like this since the construction of the competition platform. ”

Seeing that his clothes were soaked, and there was still a lot of smell of sweat when he walked over, it was estimated that he temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet and practiced some earth-shattering moves. Maybe he can defeat Heijiao with one move. ”

"You say that, someone opens the market in the back, and you go and bet on Kurosawa to win. The odds are high, so go and make a big profit. ”

"You say, are the three masked figures in the back stupid, I suppressed all my belongings to win by Heijiao. 1:1.03. I pressed three thousand taels of silver and three hundred low-grade spirit stones. The package earns about 100 taels of silver, and nine low-grade spirit stones. That's enough for me for three months. ”

"I thought that no one would open this competition, so I also went to bet to earn some pocket money. ”

The crowd surged backwards, don't let the money come for nothing, no one will be too little.

There are three masked figures behind the betting point, only a slender figure in the middle sits on a chair, and the two next to him stand respectfully behind the seated figure, and only when someone wants to place a bet does they move forward to deal with trivial matters.

"Boss, it seems that you are going to make a lot of extra money this time. No one pressured the little master to win at all. A figure was full of the joy of harvest, even in the year of the harvest of the spirit grass, it was not so excited.

"Hmm...... Just when we have the welfare of the Secret Guard Hall, we will divide it equally among the brothers. ”

"The boss is wise. ”

"The little young master is obviously venting, taking the time to carry two jars of spiritual water, pulling two demon beasts to make up for him, don't let his body collapse. Just take the money out of my account. ”

"Yes, Boss. The voice excitedly recorded the person who bet, but he already understood that this time he was making money for nothing, although the same people in the pit were from the black family, but he was not embarrassed at all, they were hidden in the dark, and they didn't have much to do with the black family, even if they had their own sources of income, they were not as fast as this time.

A person bets on more than a hundred, not to mention that those people think that they have stabilized their financial management, let alone a hundred? There are really not many opportunities to make a lot of money like this on weekdays.

Hei Jiao stood straight on the competition platform, waving his right hand, the shoulder with a huge hole had been healed, and the black cloak wrapped his body, like an emperor who was about to be crowned.

It was in stark contrast to Nangong Fan, who couldn't even stand up straight and was wet next to him.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to dare to come. Hei Jiao's face sneered.

Nangong Fan just stood numbly, his eyes were scattered, and he didn't have the slightest spirit.

With Mo Yu's voice, "The competition begins." ”

In the sound of the discussion in the audience, Hei Jiao triumphantly walked in front of Nangong Fan step by step.

"Why didn't this fool move. Waste is waste. ”

"Didn't you really come to see the gambling fight? didn't you come to see your sister-in-law fall from the altar and be beaten?"

There was another burst of laughter from the crowd.

Hei Jiao stood in front of Nangong Fan, raised his foot slightly, and kicked out. It is clear that this waste that has always been famous is not taken to heart.

Hei Jiao kicked Nangong Fan in the stomach, but it felt like a kick on a hard stone, and a huge anti-shock force followed.

Hei Jiao didn't have any mental preparation, his face was changing, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Before the onlookers could react, that little pain finally woke Nangong Fan from his own world, his godless eyes were a little more bright, and his subconscious right foot was raised and kicked out quickly, with a thunderous sound, kicking on the body of Hei Jiao's fall.

Hei Jiao let out a scream, and the whole person was rubbed on the competition platform by an irresistible huge force and made a piercing sound, and fell off the competition platform with blood spit out of his mouth.

Nangong Fan didn't have the heart to give him more trauma, so he knocked down Hei Jiao with one move, and the divine light in his eyes collapsed again, becoming listless, as if he was thinking about something.

Nangong Fan shook his body, walked down the competition platform step by step, came to Mo Yu, put away the items on the wooden table, and limped away before everyone could react.

The three masked men at the betting spot smiled happily, glanced at each other, and disappeared in place.

Having made a lot of money, who would stay there stupidly and bear the impact of the hundreds of people who lost red eyes?

When Nangong Fan walked back to the hut, two large water tanks emitting spiritual energy had been placed in the courtyard.

Nangong Fan's godless eyes were warm, he stepped forward, raised the water scoop, scooped up the spiritual water, put it to his mouth, and drank two large spoonfuls of "gurgling", moisturizing his body that was a little tired after a night of penance.

closed the wooden door of the small courtyard, did not rest, and practiced the bear-shaped fist that was already ripe.

There are no years in cultivation, and twenty days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past 20 days, Nangong Fan has stayed at home, and the two large tanks of spiritual water have slowly bottomed out. Except for the black feather clothes who are idle at home all day, they send three meals a day, and no one cares.

Some people who care about the black family want to come to visit, but they are all blocked back.

People who have ghosts in their hearts want to test whether Nangong Fan can cultivate again, but they also don't have the opportunity to confirm it.

Nangong Fan only slept for three or two hours a day, and the rest of the time was only three meals, and the aunt and nephew finished their meals in silence and quickly. They are all playing bear-shaped fists, tirelessly over and over again.

The meat quality is more chewy than the previous meat, and every time I eat it, there is a warm current rising in the dantian, and it is obviously the meat of the demon beast of high quality.

In the past twenty days, Nangong Fan's slender body has grown a lot stronger than before, and his every move reveals indescribable explosive power, like a strong giant bear.

At this time, it is lunch time again.

Nangong Fan stared at the slender figure in front of him, and warmth crossed his eyes, "Auntie, these days have broken your heart." Ze'er is fine. ”

"Silly boy, what's polite to your aunt. Hei Yushang touched Nangong Fan's short broken hair, "There are still ten days, and the secret realm of Dragon City will be opened." Alas. ”

A sigh, full of reluctance and love.

"It's fine. Nangong Fan squinted his eyes, revealing boundless fighting spirit in his eyes. Lisuo put down the dishes and chopsticks, easily refining the heat flow that appeared in the dantian, thinking about the aura that was about to condense into a ball in the dantian, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was even greater.

Nangong Fan stood up straight, and a black robe was wrapped around his body. "Auntie. I took a shower and went out for two laps. ”

"Well, don't be so stupid about martial arts. How can you practice martial arts so well, I don't know how much it hurts my body? I have to combine work and rest, you know?" Hei Yushang stood up straight, bowing down to clean up the empty plates.

Nangong Fan smirked twice, looked at the figure who was walking away with the dishes, chopsticks and plates, and walked back to the house.

In the center of the hut, there was a bathtub that had already been placed by the subordinates, Nangong Fan took off his clothes, stepped into it, sat cross-legged, and the warm water overflowed his neck, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.

"It's a familiar feeling. Nangong Fan sat cross-legged in the bathtub, muttering to himself, his eyes revealing confusion and warmth.