The green-robed man leisurely watched the cloth-clothed man approaching, and a hint of mockery quickly flashed in his eyes. He stood in place and said, "You can stand in front of me with the ability of a heavenly martial artist in the future, and you deserve my respect." But - and that's all! ”

When he saw that the man in the green robe even had the energy to speak, the man in cloth had a bad heart, but he was powerless to change his moves. In his eyes, the green-robed man's movements were reflected: he slammed on the ground, lowered his waist, and his feet swept across the air that seemed to have condensed into substance, producing a piercing air explosion.

Then, the green-robed man twisted his waist and abdomen, drove his arms, and became a tiger and leopard, and his palms turned into claws to meet the fists that came to his face. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and his movements were extremely fast, and he clasped the cloth man's fist with his backhand, and threw it backwards along the force, making the cloth man stumble.

A hint of horror flashed in the cloth man's eyes, and the information contained in this simple move shocked his heart, and there was strength and speed in it that he couldn't match. Without strength, you can't block his fists, and without speed, you can't seize the opportunity.

And now, his lower handicap is unstable, and he can't resist the next move. But to his surprise, the green-robed man did not take advantage of the situation, but stood up again with his hands on his hands, shouting, "Take out your weapon!" As a warrior, how can you die empty-handed? ”

The man in the cloth showed hesitation in his eyes, and quickly turned to determination. Just like the man in the green robe said, the warrior has no weapon, which is tantamount to the literati losing their ink pen, and the singer damaging his voice, which means losing his spirit!

However, as long as the weapon is drawn, it means that this competition becomes a battle of life and death, and this field becomes a field of life and death! Before the start of the conference, each of them signed a life and death certificate - stepping into the ring, life or death!

The cloth-clothed man put his hand on the scabbard, keenly aware that his hand was trembling a little, like a trembling sieve chaff, which was intolerable in the eyes of the warrior. He exhaled deeply, his hand steady again.

Slowly, he drew the long knife from its scabbard, held it in both hands, and held it in front of his eyes. The blade was white, like snow and frost, and like a bright mirror that was polished and smooth, reflecting the figures of him and the green-robed man.

At this moment, everything around seemed to be hazy, disappearing like a fog, and the noise of the surrounding audience became blurred and could not reach the eardrums. The only clear thing between heaven and earth is himself and the green-robed man opposite, so he raised his knife, charged, charged!

……

Take your eyes off the dozens of rings in the arena and move towards the auditoriums that surround them, and you can see the noisy crowd. You Jiaoer and Guo Ke were in it, like two white points in a big pot of rice.

You Jiao'er sat upright on the chair like a green lotus, and there was a constant whisper and cheering next to her. She turned her head and shouted loudly to Guo Ke, who was covering her ears next to her, "What about Wen Jin?" Won't he come? ”

Guo Ke opened his mouth wide, as if he could drown out the noise in this way: "I don't know! He just took advantage of Master Li's absence to sneak away secretly, and now he guesses where to play! In other words, he is an immortal cultivator, so he shouldn't be interested in the Martial Arts Conference! ”

You Jiao'er nodded, and once again focused her gaze on the arena. For some reason, the crowd next to her erupted in cheers, and the sound flowed down the air like a tide, exploding in her ears and ringing in panic.

"Maybe it's because one person won." You Jiao'er thought to herself, and subconsciously frowned slightly, like two crescents tilting inward, leaving a beautiful fold, like a clear lake wrinkled and rippling.

To be honest, the warrior conference was very different from what she imagined. She privately thought that this should be a friendly, point-to-point competition, like a chivalrous duel in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller, but the truth dealt her a heavy blow.

These people are desperate! It's like a pack of wolves grabbing food, fierce and presumptuous, with a greedy green light in their eyes. They were really killing them, and although there were no dead people in the few games they watched (she was pretty sure that there had been deaths in the fight a few days ago), there were not a few who were seriously injured.

You Jiao'er looked at one of the rings, on which the winner had already been decided, one of the loser's hands was wasted, unnaturally bent at ninety degrees, and the painfully twisted face could be seen from afar. The sight drilled into her soul fiercely.

"His arm was like a broken stick." This thought suddenly appeared in You Jiao'er's mind, and she immediately suppressed it vigorously, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore. She felt a chill creep up her back, as if she were immersed in a river of ice, and a pair of invisible hands were dragging her down.

Another cheer fished her out of the icy water, but instead of feeling better, she felt even colder, like a wet body blown by a cold wind. Looking in the direction of the cheers, a bloody picture unfolded before her eyes.

You Jiao'er suddenly had the urge to cover her eyes, she turned her head away, retching, and felt like a twisted hemp rope in her stomach. Guo Ke next to him looked over with concern and asked, "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"He's adapted quite quickly, obviously such a shy teenager......" You Jiao'er thought in her heart, waving her hand at Guo Ke, signaling that she was fine. She looked in the direction she had just looked again, and found that the audience did not feel uncomfortable, but were even more excited by the blood.

"It's really like hyenas, a bunch of hyenas that smell blood......" You Jiao'er felt herself weak for a while, as if the heat all over her body had been sucked up by cold water. She spat out the next sentence softly: "It's like hyenas watching wolves compete for food." ”

She pulled herself up, which was not difficult, because the cold water just now made her see through the sea, and at the same time there was a kind of itching, as if she was being gently pricked by a fine needle on her skin. She moved her gaze to the middle of the arena, and at the same time, she saw that Guo Ke was staring intently at the ring, as if he was doing arithmetic seriously.

"What are you looking at?" You Jiao'er said softly, her voice was like soft cotton silk, compared to the voices of the nearby audience, it was like the chirping of insects in thunder. But Guo Ke obviously heard it and pointed to the ring: "I'm studying the fighting methods of these people." ”

"Maybe after we become immortal cultivators, these experiences will be of some use." Guo Ke said calmly, with a glint in his eyes, which made You Jiao'er think of the violets in full bloom, all of which were so calm and peaceful.

"Maybe he's more suitable for cultivating immortals than me...... Even if the talent is not as good. You Jiao'er suddenly had this idea. Li Wuming had already told them about talent, but You Jiaoer now felt that talent had never been Guo Ke's obstacle.

Just like a rushing river that doesn't change direction because of a rock.