"Eh~ Hello audience friends. I'm a narrator slacker. Today, we have specially invited Master Extreme Frost as a special guest to explain to us. Please welcome with warm applause, the new mad-level powerhouse, the Extreme Freeze Mage from the Upside-Down Hanging City of the Mage City! ”

The lazy man with thick dark circles and sleepy eyes said lines that should have been emotionally high with a lazy and low lazy smoke voice.

Thunderous applause rang out, and the man in a navy blue robe next to the lazy man took over the topic in a timely manner.

"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to be here to explain this battle."

The man who spoke was a man with deep sunken eye sockets, bulging cheekbones, a thin nose, and lips like a line. Although the lines he said were very polite, under his cold hoarse voice and expressionless interpretation, it gave people an unusual sense of oppression.

Seeing that there was an atmosphere killer who was even more serious than himself, the slacker pressed his temples with a headache, sighed and tried to mobilize the scene.

"Hey~ It's really an honor for a strong person like you to be able to appreciate the light. I don't think anyone knows, right? This is a strong man who can also rank in the upper rank of the madness. It's hard to see each other on weekdays. Just by being able to see this on the spot, the ticket price of the audience friends is also worth it. ”

"Where, where. I'm still far from it. If it weren't for your uncontested personality, if you were still active in the field of martial arts, you would definitely be at the top of the standings. ”

"Hahaha, it's over. My character is called contentment and happiness, and there is no quarrel with the world. To put it mildly, the mud can't hold up the wall. Just commenting on the battle, going on the show, talking about the conversation, I feel very satisfied. It's not like you who are constantly making progress. ”

is the so-called fancy sedan chair is carried by everyone, although the two of them don't seem to get along very well, but in front of everyone, they soon entered the mode of touting each other.

"Speaking of which, I'm curious that a strong person like you, who doesn't like to show his face, would be here. What made you decide to narrate this battle? ”

Hearing the slacker's question, the Extreme Freeze Mage glanced at the location of the box under the stage, which was isolated from the ordinary audience, and explained slowly after a moment's silence.

"Speaking of which, I have a bit of a connection with the contestants who competed today."

"Oh? Which player? What is the origin? Of course, the lazy man knew what the so-called origin was, but in order to stir up the atmosphere of the conversation, he still made a good voice of doubt.

"Back then, when I climbed from the fighting arena to the mad rank, I once fought against Lu Buwu, a drunken sword addict. At that time, I was still a newly rising mad-level newcomer, and he had already been a veteran powerhouse who had been in the mad level for many years. ”

"Huh? So you still have old grudges? ”

Seeing that the lazy ghost threw the topic to himself, the Extreme Freeze Mage shook his head and continued to explain, "Old grudges can't be talked about. I was taken care of a lot back then, but it's true. ”

"So...... Are you here to cheer on an old friend? ”

"So to speak, it's a close cheer for old acquaintances."

The two chatted about this, and the lazy man saw the staff's prompt board, and suddenly changed his words, "The audience didn't expect that the Extreme Freeze Mage would be familiar with one of the players. It seems that I can't ask the usual question of who is more favorable. ”

After teasing in a joking tone, the lazy man asked the Extreme Freeze Mage again, "You should be very aware of the strength of the drunken sword idiot, so can you please predict how many layers of victory he will have?" ”

Hearing this, the Extreme Freeze Mage pondered carefully for a moment, and said uncertainly, "It's been a long time since I've seen the Wine Sword Idiot actually make a move. However, I guess there should be at least a mid-level maniac power. The other player, although he has a mid-level assessment of the rival madness, but the battle is not based on the statistics after all. As far as I can tell, the chances of winning are at least seventy percent. ”

"Huh? Only seventy percent? In fact, I also think that the old powerhouse wine sword idiot should be better. But my prediction is 90%. After all, there are no obvious shortcomings in all aspects, as long as you don't play abnormally, I think the possibility of defeat is very small. ”

Originally, the two narrators would have taken each side, which would make the following battle more dramatic. But after all, the slacker was also born in the fighting arena, and now the various parties in the fighting arena have a very obvious bad feeling towards Zheng Ming, and even the audience lacks a favorable opinion of Zheng Ming. I think that at this time, the two commentators are also on the side of the wine and sword idiot, and there will be no problem, but everyone expects it.

As he spoke, the lazy man nodded slightly with his hand to his ear, ending the chat.

I saw him stand up, mobilize the atmosphere of the scene as much as possible, and raise his voice and said: "I just got the news, our quasi-god of Xinglin City, all the swordsmen regard it as the object of the goal, the first person in the way of the sword, known as the sword immortal, also appeared on the scene and watched this battle with us." ”

The latest news released by the lazy suddenly pushed the atmosphere of the scene to the peak. The honor of being able to watch the battle with the quasi-god in the same venue, and the excitement of being able to see the lineup of sword immortals, immediately ignited the scene.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Everybody! Seeing that the screams and cheers in the scene had been endless for a long time, the slacker finally interrupted everyone loudly, "I just got the news, and the players are all ready." Next, let's welcome the enigmatic masked man, the maker of accidents and riots, and the Grim Reaper, Zheng Ming, with a warm cheer! ”

The slacker who called the names of the contestants loudly and tried to arouse the atmosphere read the lines on the auxiliary interface outside the field of vision, and couldn't help but secretly slander in his heart, "Tsk, who wrote the manuscript." ”

It was also at this time that Zheng Ming, dressed in black and red costume and with a crazy face mask, slowly walked into the arena with the beat of the drums, accompanied by the brilliant light feathers and the blood-boiling music.

"Step, step, step......"

The sound of footsteps on a heartbeat echoed throughout the field.

The footsteps coincide with the beat of the drums, and finally drive the heartbeat, listening to the ears of the audience, there is a strange feeling that cannot be explained.

The shouts thinned out, and in the blink of an eye, the field fell silent.

In the black and white fighting venue that seemed to be like Yin and Yang Taiji, only Zheng Ming's footsteps gradually echoed.

It should be said that it is worthy of being a crazy fighting venue. Unlike his previous slightly cramped fighting ring, the floor here seemed to be paved with black and white jade. The floor with a radius of several kilometers seems to be a perfect fit.

Walking to the black dot above the Taiji Tuyang fish, Zheng Ming stopped and looked around.

I saw that the sky above the semi-circular venue was full of rows of auditoriums, and the crowds on them were almost full.

"Sure enough, they all wore masks. In order to allow the audience to vent and carnival more freely? Hehe. ”

Looking at the masks of different styles in the audience, Zheng Ming's eyes flashed, and he sneered in a low voice.

“…… Next, there are veteran senior mad powerhouses. Lu Buwu, known as the Wine Sword Immortal, entered! ”

The influence of Zheng Ming's entry gradually faded, and under the guidance of the lazy, the dead silence in the field was broken, and the voice gradually became noisy.

"Drunken sword idiot!"

"Drunken sword idiot!"

The call was occasionally mixed with whispers.

"Was that guy the Grim Reaper? Sure enough, there is an annoying aura all over his body. ”

At the same time, in the Yin Fish exit on the other side opposite Zheng Ming, Lu Buwu stepped out.

I saw that he was carrying a long sword on his back, with a purple-black gourd hanging from his waist, a green shirt covering his thin and aging body, and his silver hair standing up with those sharp eyes, giving people a feeling of being energetic. If it weren't for the huge hooked nose that was too conspicuous, it would really have the appearance of a fairy wind bone.

After Lu Buwumai entered, he first glanced around, and silently walked to the yang eye above the yin fish.

[Open the protective cover.] 】

The transparent shield slowly rises from both sides, and finally merges into an inverted bowl-shaped energy shield, separating the inside and outside of the field.

In an instant, the noisy sound disappeared, and the Yin-Yang Fish Fighting Arena fell into a silence that could be heard from the pins dropping.

[The battle begins.] 】

The announcement of the start of the battle sounded, but neither Zheng Ming nor Lu Buwu acted immediately.

They stood on top of the leading eyes and yang eyes, looking at each other, facing each other from afar.

"I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. My usual style, you should be clear. ”

Lu Buwu let out a dry and ugly laugh when he heard this, untied the purple and black gourd on his waist, pulled out the plug and poured it violently.

The rich aroma of wine was pervasive, and almost in the blink of an eye, Lu Buwu's wrinkled skin, like a boiled shrimp, turned red, and faintly emitted a white mist.

After frowning and taking a sip again, Lu Buwu wiped the wine from his beard with his cuffs, and said to Zheng Ming: "Do you know? I've been abstaining from alcohol for almost a few years. Because you and I made an exception today and drank it again. ”

Zheng Ming did not answer, but cautiously and slowly approached Lu Buwu.

"Originally, there was no grudge between us, the young people were crazy and arrogant, and it didn't matter. But you shouldn't push everybody to the other side. Being outside of everyone will not make you a guest of everyone, but will make everyone see you as a thorn in their side. Even if you don't deal with me and leave me and join someone else's faction, it won't make it so difficult for me. ”

As he spoke, seeing Zheng Ming getting closer and closer, Lu Buwu's middle finger and index finger were raised together, and the sword behind him suddenly came out of his shell, and he grabbed me in his hand.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming tentatively narrowed the distance for a moment, and cautiously chose to stop and watch.

"Do you know how many people you killed and how many factions you offended in the first few days, when you were crazy about random opponents? If it weren't for me, do you think that with that kind of painless suppression, other people would be able to give up? ”

"So I want to thank you?"

Hearing Zheng Ming's sarcastic sneer, Lu Buwu snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, I don't need you to be grateful to Dade. After all, I did not like you from the beginning, and I misjudged your strength because I looked away. But at least you should restrain yourself, and now that things have been troubled by you to this extent, you can only say that you are to blame! ”

"You don't hesitate to take a picture of my address and threaten me just to say this nonsense? Victory or defeat is not something that is said by lip service. ”

Zheng Ming had lost interest in talking to Lu Buwu. Unless it is the kind of opponent who can shake the will of war by words, it is pointless to use mouth cannons to slap each other before the war, just wasting lips and tongues.

Zheng Ming didn't know Lu Buwu, and it didn't seem like a person who could shake his mind with one or two innocuous ridicules, so he didn't think about wasting saliva with Lu Buwu from the beginning.

Under the strong physical strength, a loud noise sounded under his feet, and Zheng Ming also used this reaction force to suddenly increase his speed.

Almost instantly, he appeared in front of Lu Buwu's right, brandishing the flying sword that had just condensed and formed, and went straight to Lu Buwu.

"Boom."

Yuan Qi condensed on the body of the sword, extending a huge lightsaber, as if it were a substance, and slammed into the fighting arena, leaving a huge scratch.

"Tsk, sure enough, this fog is weird."

Zheng Ming, whose attack did not work, stood up straight and looked at Lu Buwu, who calmly dodged and appeared in another place.

What happened just now was all in his eyes.

"This is a common tactic used by drunken sword idiots. Distort the light around you with wine mist to confuse your opponents. And in the midst of this wine mist, he will move faster. Those wine mist will also penetrate the body protection energy, if it weren't for the strong body of the Reaper player, it is likely that it will only take a while to win if it is replaced by a player with a weak body. ”

Outside the arena, the Extreme Freeze Mage looked at the first confrontation between the two and explained the situation to the audience in a calm tone.

In the audience, a group of people wearing dark gray hooded robes and white masks looked at each other and talked in low voices.

"Prince Morgan, it seems that this drunken sword idiot has some strength. I don't think you need to use ...... at all."

"Shut up."

Hearing the cold snort of the blonde sturdy young man, he approached the dogleg who had nothing to say, glanced at the white fist on the other party's side, and closed his mouth in amusement.

In the field, Lu Buwu, who easily dodged the attack, did not rush to attack, but continued to say to Zheng Ming: "I don't remember threatening you. Speaking of which, I also made a special effort to investigate the little girl who lives with you. Do you know where she came from? ”

Lu Buwu, who was observing Zheng Ming's expression while asking questions, suddenly laughed, and said in a weird way: "Haha, you really don't know." I didn't expect that you, who are above the top and unruly, would bring home a stranger with an unknown background. Is compassion overflowing? This was a real surprise to me. Hahahaha. ”

On this side, when Lu Buwu was still laughing inexplicably with a strange expression, on the other side, Zheng Ming frowned and looked around.

As if water droplets seeped into the paper, the mist of wine penetrated into the protective body primordial qi on the surface of Zheng Ming's body, and was finally stopped by a layer of blood-colored mist on the surface of the skin.

The blood-colored mist was like a sponge, absorbing all the wine mist that had penetrated into the original qi of the protective body, and the third layer of protection composed of demon qi under it was like a metal steel plate, completely blocking the wine mist.

Seeing that the wine mist seemed to be helpless against the three-layer protective energy on his body, Zheng Ming took a deep breath of the filtered air and turned on his spiritual vision.

This is the ability that Zheng Ming learned in the illusion. As an ordinary human in the illusion, even if he is washed by the original Qi and cut off the marrow, his naked eye is limited after all. This spiritual ability is a kind of third eye that is out of the mortal womb of the flesh.

As the Spiritual Eye opened, another world suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Ming's eyes.

The primordial qi that filled the air was full of it in the state of spiritual vision, and the spiritual power that could not be seen was as conspicuous as a light in the night. The energy fluctuations that can only be vaguely perceived on weekdays have become extremely conspicuous with the assistance of spiritual vision.

A fuzzy humanoid figure with a fiery red figure can be seen, looming in the wine mist.

"Huh? Even psychic abilities can be distorted? However, it is still possible to confirm the general location. That's enough. ”

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming exhaled and yelled.

Frost Lan breathes.

The ancient dragon tattoo on Zheng Ming's left arm, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then slowly squirmed, changing into an open mouth and roaring.

At the same time, a translucent phantasia of an ancient dragon was outlined behind him, and the blue-white light in its mouth became brighter and brighter, blooming with a dazzling light.

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