Chaos in the abyss.

On the irregular Xuanshi round platform that is narrow in all directions, the magic circle unfolds at a uniform speed, and the Xuanqi exudes a gentle breath, as if bidding farewell to nature for a long time, returning from the barren land, and re-reaching the long-lost paradise, and people are happy.

There is no pause for a moment, a glow in one go, a single tone. Click-the space inside the stage is not very sufficient, but it is enough for people to stretch and fight, and the lace on the edge part has become a gray-brown railing.

In addition to the round platform, the most distinctive feature of the abyss is the cave hall, which may look rocky from the outside, but when someone walks in, they see a spacious, jasper outer wall.

Inside, in the middle of a small chapel, resting cave. There was an old chaise longue, very ordinary, nothing spectacular.

On the recliner, there was a young man, handsome eyebrows, with a masculine spirit, wearing a white robe, wearing a thin shirt, the belt was full of complex inscriptions, and there was a dragon head hanging next to it, the interface of breathing, and the edge of the silver scales of the dragon's body.

Behind the young man, there were two beautiful looks, with long light blue hair and slightly different ears, who did not look like humans, but like elves, but that's all. They lowered their heads, their faces a little decadent, and they didn't know why.

They stood silently, in front of and behind. Each of them was wearing a white gauze dress, dressed plainly and not revealing, even so, the hot pair of murder weapons, set off the curves of the figure, no doubt no one can deny it, it is very beautiful.

The young man closed his eyes and did not say anything, but put his fingers on his stomach and kept swinging.

It's very silent, and there's a pre-storm dawn scene.

Besides, somewhere in the abyss, on the top of the round platform.

On the opposite side, there were two different young men standing, one of them, Yushu Linfeng, with a delicate appearance, even if there were some flaws and scars on his face, he still couldn't stop this young man, or the young man was handsome.

"Please!—"

The other party made a standard ceremonial action, with a height of about one meter nine, coupled with a slight bending, perfect interpretation, elegance.

The battle is divided into many kinds, this battle is not allowed to use weapons, nor can you use the realm to crush the opponent, it is the most fair, martial arts use battle, test reaction and body, sensitive and so on.

Staring at the elegant young man, Lu Qitian nodded and responded: "Well, senior brother, let's come first!"

It didn't take him long to get here, well, right drop, except for participating, occupying the longest, everything else is good.

Although there is no referee, the big drum under the stage on the side will automatically judge that it is a spiritual artifact.

When the sound of the drum sounded, someone's delicate facial features showed a faint smile and raised his eyebrows.

"Brush" ~

The latter, but he didn't care so much, his feet bounced up quickly, rushed towards Lu Qitian, less than a few inches away, and took advantage of the momentum to punch him in the chest.

Lu Qitian's physique is not strong, but his reaction is not too slow, in the face of this punch, he decisively retreated, and then gave a counterattack, stood firm and kicked out a leg, and the action was done in one go.

The latter, the corners of his mouth floated slightly, gave up and continued to follow, and his steps followed the trend and withdrew. Lu Qitian didn't think about it so much, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the other party's arm, pulled it to his side, and pulled him in and collided with him.

Oh?

It turns out that the strength of this freshman, that is, the junior, is not bad, but if I lose, I will definitely not be able to get over it.

Sorry, I'm going to be serious!

The expression on the senior brother's face slowly began to condense, and the unprecedented suspicion, the previous leisurely expression, finally disappeared at this moment.

He didn't panic because his arm was grabbed, but used his own hand to grab it back, and a powerful force erupted from his whole body, and brute force erupted in his whole hand, clenching tightly.

In the next moment, Lu Qitian only felt that he was dizzy, and he was picked up by that person and thrown to the edge of the stage.

Then he heard the latter's words, sounding beside him.

"Junior brother, you lost. ”

This senior brother has a slender figure, his shoulders are not exaggeratedly broad, and his chest muscles are strong. His name is Menghan, a particularly literary name.

Menghan was a little playful, revealing a warm smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised, which seemed so profound.

It seems that he did not understand the real cruelty here, and only on the way to truly understand how to move forward will people discover how precious the past is, how precious the time and energy that has passed, and the mutilated body is enough to make you crazy.

Let me help you with this lesson and let people know what rules are. Dear new students!

Menghan walked to the edge of the round platform, looked at Lu Qitian who stood up, and stood upright quietly, at this time, the magic circle also faded silently, and the surroundings were still able to fight against the platform, and the hard body and dodge were hard to dodge.

Lu Yantian opened his eyes, his long black hair exuded a trace of sweat, staring at Menghan in front of him, after many games, his records were all defeated without exception, and most of the opponents laughed, and their eyes were full of disdain.

"So weak, you're still here, wasting my time. ”

"It's too vegetable! I seem to have only made a few moves! Hey, new here, I'd better practice your body more in the future, don't be embarrassed. ”

"Weak—"

Lu Qitian stretched his arms, thinking like this in his mind, no matter what, so be it, it happened anyway.

If Lu Qitian was natural, he adjusted his mentality, he was thrown out before, and the impact of his body caused him a lot of damage, and his ruddy face became a little more pale.

Such a subtle change will not be easily seen, and even if it is discovered, it will be ridiculed for a few words at most, and there is nothing to care about.

What Lu Qitian is best at is to organize his emotions. Why, they will say this, they know that this is the preferential treatment of the weak, and their disdain only lies in whether the other party is weak or strong.

Compared with facing his own strengths, he has a better grasp of the law.

Yes.

I am weak, but it is precisely because of my weakness that I can see more.

My weakness lies in actual combat, real killing, and my own ridiculous optimism.

Even after all I have experienced, this thought still exists, really, should I laugh at myself a few times?

In a short period of time, Lu Qitian suddenly began to ask himself, has there ever been a real change?

There were a few more bruises on his limbs, red and swollen bruises, but he didn't hurt, and when he stood upright, there was a faint and indifferent spread.

But what he didn't know was that the real reason for all this was that the exercise that was planted in his chest had found a change.

Nothing is easy, just like Jiang Qian said, with a pair of clear eyes, you can exchange thousands of years, and the consequences are not so simple.

This is just the beginning, just the beginning of the most ordinary.

Chu Han broke it impatiently, asked himself briefly, and said with a slight smile.

"Senior brother, can I invite you to participate in the activities of the Chaotic Abyss? The time is only a few days away!"