Yan Ying walked over from behind, stood beside her, looked at the dueling arena below, smiled and asked softly:

"Spectacular, isn't it?"

There was an indescribable anger in Chenguang's heart, she couldn't stop him, she couldn't convince him, the thoughts of the two of them were not on the same line, his stubbornness made her feel ridiculous, ridiculous and helpless, presumably in his heart, her stubbornness gave him the same feeling.

She was silent for a moment, raised her eyes, looked at him, accentuated her tone, and emphasized to him:

"These people, they're not people!"

"What is it if it's not human?" Yan Ying asked with a smile.

"It's only going to kill people, it's a weapon, it's not a person."

Yan Ying laughed out loud.

"You know, Chen'er, I'm very disappointed with your thoughts, you are from the Holy Son Mountain, you are the winner of every duel, but you start to say things like "are people and not people", don't you think it's ridiculous? You're not a bloodless saint, and you still want to purify all sentient beings? What is Human? He who has a human form is a human, it's that simple. There has never been such a thing as a 'weapon man', and it's because you give too much commentary to the word 'man'. Even if they only kill people, they are human beings, and you don't think they are 'people' just because you have a wrong understanding of the word 'people'. ”

"So many people, is it really like you say, they are voluntary?" Chenguang withdrew his gaze from the dueling arena and looked at him, "Artificially urging Xuan Li is equivalent to half a corpse, short life, violent death, and malignant diseases, once you go crazy and can't control it, the harm is even greater, you are creating injustice." ”

"Wronged?" Yan Ying thought it was funny, "Are you going to eat fasting and chanting Buddha?" I told you before that in the vast sea of people, there are only a few people who can sit in front of the chessboard, and the rest are the pieces on the chessboard, and the rest are dust, and there are not even dust. I turned the dust and the dust into excellent pawns, and they should be grateful. As for those who are helpless and hate fate, who makes them unable to be chess players? If you can't play chess, don't complain about being controlled by pawns. ”

Morninglight looked at him.

She couldn't say a word, and she didn't want to say any more. She said a word, and he had a hundred words waiting to refute her, and their ideas were diametrically opposed, and convincing each other was a waste of time, and it was simply impossible to unify them. In Yan Ying's thoughts, there are no innocent people in this world, the weak and the humble deserve to be eaten alive, whoever makes you weak, who makes you humble, is at the mercy of others and cannot resist.

Chenguang also wants to form an army that obeys her words, and also wants capable subordinates, and also believes in "the law of the jungle" and "the king loses", but she is against the weapon man, even if she can't refute Yan Ying's words, she still opposes the weapon man.

She looked at the people in the dueling arena with dark faces and evil spirits, some of them were almost unable to hold on, even if they were lucky enough to win this duel, they might not be able to survive the next one.

It is not excluded that there are people who have volunteered, but so many people, Chenguang thought, should be more taken from everywhere.

Drums sounded, announcing the end of a duel.

The duel between the weapons is very tragic, and the owner of the weapon man will not treat the weapon man as a person, just a thing, and when he dies, it is no different from a pair of dishes that are broken in daily life, anyway, there are many people in this world.

There was a lot of blood, a place of corpses, and there were only five people who survived to the end and won the victory.

Yan Ying looked at Chenguang's side face and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?" More durable than the people you were back then, right? ”

Morning Light did not answer.

Shengzi Mountain is different from Taoyuanzhuang, children are used in Shengzi Mountain, and the youngest one used here in Taoyuanzhuang is fifteen or sixteen years old. The children of Shengzi Mountain generally enter the dueling arena at the age of ten, and the number of deaths is very high, and occasionally there are one or two successful ones, and the quality of the successful talents is definitely higher than that of the weapon people here in Yan Ying. Yan Ying uses adults here, although the quality is a little worse, but the number of survivors is much more than that of Shengzi Mountain.

However, no matter how it is cultivated, it is a tragic process.

"How many people are there?" Chenguang suddenly asked.

Yan Ying smiled: "There are quite a few." He replied in a whisper.

The five victors, covered in blood, stood in the very center of the dueling arena.

After a while, the door of the dueling arena on one side opened, and the masked soft-armored guards escorted in twenty people, all wearing iron shackles and leg irons, with gloomy expressions and bodies looking quite healthy.

Chenguang was stunned for a moment, she recognized these people, all of whom were from the group of people who went into the mountains with her to hunt for treasures.

Twenty men were escorted into the dueling arena, and were held to one side by soft-armored guards, not allowed to struggle, and probably speechless.

The next scene shocked Chenguang slightly.

The victors lined up and sat cross-legged on the ground, twenty people in groups of four, and the victors forcefully pushed out their palms and forcefully touched the palms of their opponents, followed by a hurricane that swept the earth like a flood that opened the floodgates. The palms of those who came in later seemed to be sucked, they couldn't move, their faces became more and more pale, and their whole bodies trembled violently, as if they were going to die in the next moment.

Dawn was horrified to find that those who won the duel were absorbing the power of those behind them and turning it into their own.

This is not the method of the Holy Son Mountain.

There are two kinds of people who make weapons in Shengzi Mountain, generally speaking, they are babies who are strong in spiritual roots, cultivated from an early age, these children themselves are talented, and the foundation of the Xuan Body is outstanding, and they are promoted by the special drugs of the witch doctor clan to carry out radical training, so that the Xuan power in the bodies of these children can grow and accumulate beyond their age. As a result, the weak body could not withstand the accumulation of super-aged mystical power, resulting in an explosion and death.

But there is another method, which is to artificially infusion on the basis of medicinal cultivation, that is, to capture a group of adults with profound mystical power and instill their mystical power into children.

As far as Chenguang knew, there was only one child in the Holy Son Mountain who had used this method, and that was her.

At that time, under Si Tong's compulsion, the eight elders of Shengzi Mountain had to infuse her with Xuan Li at the age of six, she sucked three of the elders dry, and three of them were killed on the spot.

Chenguang suspected that Yan Ying had also used this method, but she had no evidence to prove it, and Yan Ying had not told her.

Now there is a new method, the weapon man can actually absorb the mysterious power of others and use it for his own use, once these people are released, they will definitely become bloodsuckers who are doing harm everywhere.

"This is the method that Si Tong stayed, you didn't kill her back then, and in the next step, she will do this." Yan Ying said to her with a smile.

Morninglight looked at him.