The three of them were talking, and suddenly a guy jumped out from the side, pointed at Xiao Chen's nose and said, "I'm going to challenge you, do you dare to fight?"

The little marquis was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, I know that your Lingxiao Pavilion has an extremely strong culture of challenge like the Emperor Extreme Sect, but Lao Tzu is obviously not from here, why are you challenging me?

With Liu Fei'er's words, things became clear.

She raised her eyebrows and said sharply: "Zhu Junliang, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing, of course it's to challenge him!" Zhu Junliang gritted his teeth and said, "Fei'er, I will prove to you that I am the best, and no one else is worthy of you!"

The little marquis and the little prince glanced at each other, and the two said in unison: "So that's the case!"

Obviously, this old man who looks a little angry is Liu Fei'er's suitor, and he must be the one who was rejected by her, but refused to give up.

Seeing that the goddess in my heart is with another boy, and it is very intimate, of course, I have to jump out to declare my existence.

"Zhu Junliang, don't go too far!" Liu Fei'er said angrily: "This is my good friend, and he is not a disciple of our Lingxiao Pavilion, what qualifications do you have to challenge him?"

Zhu Junliang's expression gradually distorted: "If I am not a disciple of this sect, can't I challenge it?" As long as he dares to fight, he can go to the ring at any time, unless he chooses to be a turtle with a shrunken head!"

This guy is relatively handsome, except that his skin is a little dark, but he does not lose the masculinity that a man should have.

"Radical generals?" Xiao Chen smiled and said very happily: "I promise your challenge, see you in the ring at noon tomorrow." ”

"Xiao Chen can't do it!" Fei'er grabbed his hand and said, "You can't promise him!"

Zhu Junliang saw that the two were intimate, and his eyes were full of vicious expressions, and he had the idea of jumping up and biting his rival to death.

The little marquis smiled, patted the back of Fei'er's hand, and said, "I have already promised him, it is difficult to go back on my word." Don't worry, since my debut, I haven't had a defeat, you know. ”

Zhu Junliang was afraid that he would regret it, so he threw down the sentence "See you tomorrow or leave", turned around and left.

Seeing that Liu Fei'er was still a little worried, the fat man stepped forward and said, "Fei'er, Brother Kidney has never been defeated, and he will definitely be able to clean up that kid easily tomorrow." ”

The eldest lady shook her head and said with a wry smile: "That Zhu Junliang is a first-level soul warrior in the Qi Martial Realm, Xiao Chen, you are still in the Chemical Martial Realm, how can you fight?"

So what, of course Xiao Chen wouldn't tell her that more than a month ago, he killed a Qi Martial Realm killer in the Lost Realm.

He teased: "Fei'er, there are a lot of people who like you, right? The one surnamed Zhu just now seems to care about you very much, isn't it dangerous for me to walk with you like this? Don't jump out and challenge me a few more after a while, I won't be tired to death." ”

"When is it, and I still have the heart to say this. "The eldest lady is really in a hurry.

The fat man interjected: "Fei'er, am I also dangerous, will anyone challenge me?"

The two looked at him with disdain, and the meaning they wanted to express was clear: You save it!

Yang Wenxing, who was hiding behind the flowers a hundred meters away, Zhu Junliang is really a tendon, and a few words can make him willing to be a gunman.

What happened on the side of the mountain gate just now made him feel very shameless, but after all, the other party was the grandson of the chief guest elder, and it was not appropriate to have a direct conflict, so he had to borrow someone else's hand to achieve his own goal.

Zhu Junliang, who is at the first level of the Qi Martial Realm, and Xiao Chen, who is at the seventh level of the Torture Martial Realm, are simply a piece of cake.

And Zhu Junliang, who was carried away by emotion, would definitely not leave his hand in the ring, and the most important thing was that Yang Wenxing did not tell him Xiao Chen's true identity.

With a victor's smile on his face, he turned away.

At this moment, an imperceptible smile also appeared on Xiao Chen's face.

At noon, Liu Fei'er was the east, and the three of them ate and drank a big meal.

Then, Xiao Chen asked her to take it to a quiet place to cultivate, and she was going to the ring tomorrow, and it was necessary to raise her level today.

If these words came out of someone else's mouth, they would definitely be seriously despised by the two, but if it was Xiao Chen, it would be very normal.

I didn't make the cut for a whole month, and the purpose was to accumulate a lot of money.

Liu Fei'er took them to a very quiet place, and the fat man also followed the two of them to practice together.

Xiao Chen only performed six Great Zhou Tian operations, and white light appeared around his body, which was a manifestation of promotion.

The eighth level of the chemical martial realm, plus the increase of the martial soul, can basically reach the level of the second level of the qi martial realm, and the other party is likely to have the ability to increase by two layers, but the buddy occupies the advantage of refining multiple soul bones.

Especially the right arm that has completed the refining of the three soul bones, after being upgraded to one level, it is not a problem at all to hit more than three thousand catties.

Up to now, there were a total of seventeen bones in his body that had been refined, accounting for eight percent of all bones, which was a large proportion.

When he opened his eyes, Fei'er and the fat man were still cultivating, and he took a deep breath and re-entered the state of emptiness.

Not far away, Master Sun Yiwen stood on the mountain bag, looking at the three people below.

Of course, what she cares about the most is Liu Fei'er, but she also has to admire Xiao Chen's attainments in cultivation, in just a few months, he has risen from the eighth level of the Condensing Martial Realm when he first entered the training camp to the eighth level of the Chemical Martial Realm now, such a speed is enough to make any cultivation genius envious.

She had a feeling in her heart that in tomorrow's ring competition, Zhu Juncai might lose badly.

But after thinking about it, it shouldn't be easy to win against the battle qi martial realm in the chemical martial realm, and Zhu Juncai's martial soul is not a vegetarian.

Her eyes fell on Liu Fei'er again, she is now at the third level of the chemical martial arts realm, although she is not comparable to Xiao Chen in this regard, but in the past two months, she has successively climbed several steps in her ability to control the martial soul.

As the sun set, the three of them practiced for a whole afternoon.

The fat man was the first to open his eyes, stood up and moved his muscles and bones, and while stretching his waist, his stomach began to growl.

He shook his head a little helplessly, and said to himself: "I ate so much in the morning and at noon, and I was hungry so quickly, am I a foodie by nature?"

"Self-knowledge is your only advantage other than being beaten up. The little marquis also finished his cultivation and said, "Fatty, don't you think your appetite is really large, but I don't think you are fatter than after leaving the training camp, what is the reason?"

The fat man frowned: "I've always wondered, it stands to reason that I should have gained weight by eating and drinking a lot every day, but the result is no." ”

Fei'er also opened her eyes and analyzed: "It may be related to your martial soul, Master Sun said that when the soul warrior is cultivating, the martial soul will absorb a part of the energy." You are an outlier, maybe the martial soul will draw nourishment from you, how long has it been since you released the martial soul, let it out and see. ”

He scratched his head, there was nothing to be ashamed of in front of his friends, so he released his martial spirit.

Sure enough, the cute little white pig has become a medium white pig, and I believe that it will not take long to grow into a big white pig.

"I'll go, it's really like this!" The fat man slapped his head and said unashamedly: "In order for our martial soul to grow bigger, I decided to increase the daily food by 30%, starting with this meal!"

Puff ......

The little marquis and the eldest lady fell on their backs together, and then add three percent, you really treat yourself and the martial soul as the same kind!