Yongqiang's main god space.

The lightball robot is comfortably lying on the large soft sofa and watching the news.

In addition to the luxurious and comfortable sofa, there is also a 64-inch high-definition plasma TV.

The points for buying TV were naturally earned by Yongqiang from the Arena Theater.

Yongqiang came back, and Harley, who was originally squatting on the edge of the sofa and watching TV, immediately stood up and ran to his side happily as soon as her ears turned.

Yongqiang put down the half of the golem he was carrying, picked up Harley, and walked to the side of the main god.

The composition of the two teams participating in the finals of the sub-god war is being broadcast on television.

"I can see that they are no match for you, so let's just sweep them all the way." When the Lord God spoke, his eyes never took his eyes off the television.

It naturally knew that Yongqiang had carried back half of the golem, and this was not the strangest thing that Yongqiang had brought back in the past three years.

As long as Yongqiang can always provide it with points, even if he carries back a mountain, it doesn't mind.

"I'm going to go to the Arena." Yongqiang said in a deep voice, and then handed the trajectory prediction glasses to the light ball robot.

When the light ball robot heard this, he was overjoyed, and reached out to take the F-level artifact without leaving a trace, and informed: "Again, I don't guarantee where you can go." ”

"I know." Yongqiang said.

A happy smile finally appeared on the face of the light ball robot, stood up, walked to Yongqiang's side on crutches, gave him a big hug, and lowered his voice: "Be decisive in the future, don't be neat, not only waste time but also give the other party the possibility of turning the tables." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yongqiang left again less than three minutes after returning to the main god space.

Barking!

Hallie circled around the place where Yongqiang had disappeared.

The lightball robot kicked it aside, sat back on the couch alone, watched the TV, and hummed a cheerful little song: "I kind of hope he came back alive now." ”

……

This is an ancient temple in the deep mountains with oriental characteristics.

The temple has no temple gate, and there is an iron incense burner standing outside the temple, and an iron bell is hung on the shelf next to it. The incense burner is hollowed out and the cigarettes are floating, and the iron bell is calmly engraved with a six-character mantra.

Hang a gilded plaque above the temple door, write the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and enshrine the three saints of Shakyamuni, Amitabha Buddha and Medicine Buddha.

Yongqiang stood in the temple, below several large Buddhas.

In front of him, there stood a fat man who looked like a ball.

This fat man has a big round belly and a pair of triangular eyes that are more white and less black, and when he saw Yongqiang, he immediately stretched out a sausage-like finger, pointed at Yongqiang and said, "Give you 30 seconds to get out." ”

Yongqiang met such an opponent for the first time, and looked at the fat man in puzzlement.

"Take the initiative to admit defeat and leave the competitive map, and I'll go out and give you five hundred points." Seeing that he didn't understand, the fat man held back the restlessness in his eyebrows and said a few more words.

According to past experience, once these people recognized him, they would cry bitterly and say that they didn't dare to let Bao Gongzi break the bank, and then immediately admit defeat and withdraw from the game.

"Why should I throw in the towel?" Yongqiang asked with a frown.

"Don't talk nonsense with the master, my dad is Bao Hanlin of the Dragon and Tiger Group, I am Bao Xihai, if you know each other, obediently take five hundred points and roll, otherwise the master will let you not be able to mix in the main god world." Seeing that Yongqiang didn't know each other, the fat man's face turned cold, and he raised his chin unruly and said.

Yongqiang also felt that he should not talk nonsense anymore.

He walked straight to the fat man's side.

"What are you going to do? You want to die, don't you? Bao Xihai saw Yongqiang coming gloomily and rebuked angrily.

Yongqiang didn't say much, and with a knife in his hand, he knocked him unconscious.

"This time, I'm sure I'll find the truth." After he finished speaking firmly, he picked up one of Bao Xihai's thick legs and walked towards the other three people in the temple.

These three people are a monk, a monk, and a scholar.

The monk folded his hands and bowed his head to read the scriptures silently, the Taoist carried a long sword and looked at the sky outside the temple, and the scholar held the scroll and looked at Yongqiang with a smile.

Those who often play in the Arena know that these three people often appear in this competitive map called the Land of Inheritance.

Someone has tried to make a fuss about the three of them, such as snatching the sword of the Taoist, or snatching the scholar's scroll.

But such behavior often leads to three people attacking the offending person together.

The reincarnation of the Southern Capital City will not be able to block the blow of the three of them nine times out of ten.

Even if someone blocks the first blow, they can't block the second blow.

Gradually, the reincarnator knew that they were powerful, and they regarded them as similar beings like the Demon Altar debuff, and they did not dare to violate them easily.

Yongqiang dragged the fainted fat man and walked to the side of the three of them.

He did not snatch the sword of the Taoist priest, nor did he have the scroll of the gun scholar, but walked directly in front of the monk and kept staring at the monk.

The monk bowed his head and read the scriptures, as if he didn't know that there was such a large number of people around him.

Yongqiang didn't care about him and continued to stare at him.

On the other hand, the Taoist priest and scholar did not show any additional emotion towards his actions.

The Taoist priest still looked at the sky, and the scholar opened the scroll and looked at the book intently.

Yongqiang stared at the monk intently for a whole day.

As the day got darker, the fat man groaned, rubbed his head and woke up, but before he could react, he was knocked unconscious by Yongqiang again.

At this time, the monk suddenly moved, he walked to the Buddha statue, lit the candle, and then swung three times against the Buddha statue, came to the side of the wooden fish, and beat the wooden fish.

Yongqiang followed and watched him beat the wooden fish.

He could sense the specialness of these three people.

The feeling they gave him was not as direct and violent as the evil aura that emerged from the Demon Altar, but more subtle and mysterious.

This aura is the opposite of the evil aura, but it doesn't belong to the competitive map, which makes him wary.

The next morning, the fat man Yu Xihai woke up again, touched the bag on his head, and yelled at Yongqiang angrily: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you." ”

Yongqiang walked over with a blank face and kicked him unconscious.

He no longer looked at the monk, but walked up to the Taoist priest and began to look at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest's reaction was different from that of the monk, he snorted, withdrew his gaze from the sky, and looked at Yongqiang in the eye.

Yongqiang doesn't blink, and he doesn't blink either.

Not only did he not blink, but he didn't even move his eyeballs.

It's as if no one is convinced of anyone.

The two watched each other like this for a day, during which the fat man woke up for the third time, and Yongqiang kicked him out again with his foot.

In the evening, the monks light candles and beat the wooden fish, just like last night.

The scholar flipped through the book twice and began to read it a third time.

Yongqiang was still looking at the Taoist priest, and the fish belly was white from the sunset to the sky.

"Who the hell are you?" Yongqiang read a sentence silently, let go of the Taoist priest, and Yongqiang walked in front of the scholar.

This is his third day in the Arena.

"What are you looking at?" The scholar was not as silent as the previous two, put away the scroll, looked at Yongqiang with a smile, and took the initiative to ask.

"I'm looking for evil." Yongqiang said truthfully.

"Did you find it?" The scholar said with some displeasure.

"Nope. You are not evil. Yongqiang replied, and kicked Yu Xihai again, whose fingers had just trembled.

"What is evil?" The scholar continued.

"What I can perceive is evil." Yongqiang thought for a moment and replied.

"Why do you perceive evil?" The scholar asked again.

"Because I'm a superhero." Yongqiang said.

"Maybe you're evil, that's why you can perceive your kind." After the scholar finished speaking, the warm smile on his face disappeared, and he glanced at Yongqiang with pity, inserted the scroll into his waist, flicked his sleeve robe, and walked away.

"Those who know are not confused, those who are benevolent are not worried, and those who are brave are not afraid. It's a pity......"

The scholar's voice grew farther and farther away, and his figure disappeared.

"Amitabha." After the scholar left, the monk also recited the Buddha's name, turned around and walked into the inner hall.

Yongqiang's eyes flashed with a look of confusion.

Although he did not know why the scholar and the monk had left, he vaguely felt as if something important had been missed.

Yongqiang didn't know what this special feeling represented, and the only one who could tell him the answer was the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest did not leave.

He looked at Yongqiang meaningfully and asked, "Do you know why they left?" ”

"I don't know." Yongqiang shook his head.

"Because they still have options. I didn't have a choice. The Taoist sighed, and suddenly pointed at Yongqiang's forehead like a sword.