On the contrary, he felt that every time he cultivated, after the spiritual power he absorbed entered his body, it seemed as if he had sunk into the sea, and there was no trace at all.

And no matter how much spiritual power she absorbs, she doesn't have the slightest feeling of spiritual power growth.

Irritable, Feng Chengcheng began to wander around Fengcheng, intending to rest for a while and try again.

On this day, Feng Chengcheng came to a teahouse in the corner of Fengcheng. There are a lot of people in the teahouse, and all kinds of people are talking or chattering here.

She asked for a cup of tea and sat in a position by the window of the teahouse, carefully observing the various moods of the people in the teahouse. The occasional news in the teahouse made her find it very interesting. During this time, she had nothing to do, and she was already enjoying it.

Suddenly, a loud voice appeared in the teahouse, "Have any of you seen that black boxing match in the dungeon?!" ”

"Black boxing matches? When did it appear? ”

shouted in a loud voice: "It only started half a month ago, and it's the real master there, the fight is very exciting, and I see my blood boiling!" ”

"Is it really that good? You're not going to be someone else's request, are you?! ”

"How is that possible?! Uncle, I don't do such a cowardly thing! There were still many cultivators in that boxing match, but for the sake of fairness, every contestant had to wear a spirit lock when they competed, and cultivators who wore a spirit lock could no longer exert their spiritual power, just like ordinary people! Based on this, you say, this competition is so interesting! "The loud voice is particularly vigorous.

At this time, some people began to chim.

"If that's the case, then this boxing match must be good! Although none of those cultivators could release spiritual power, all cultivators could temper their physical bodies, and their strength and speed were not comparable to ordinary people! ”

"It's so good, I'll go see it too!"

The loud voice then said again, "Hey! This is not something that anyone can see, because this boxing match, dungeon tickets are now valuable! ”

"How expensive it is?!" Some people are dismissive.

"I bought a ticket three days ago, and at that time, it was a gold coin and a ticket, and that was my wine money for a whole month!"

"Shhh Everyone couldn't help but take a cold breath.

Laughing loudly: "Don't 'hiss', I can tell you, the ticket price of the dungeon is still rising, it is estimated that there will be a group of people to buy a ticket for five gold coins!" ”

"Those people in the dungeon want to make money, they're crazy!" Someone couldn't help but scold.

"Do you think the ticket is expensive? In the eyes of those contestants, they are all floating clouds! It's just that the cost of each contestant is 100 gold coins! One hundred gold coins! It's enough for ordinary people to live for two or three years! ”

"I'm rubbing! So what are the prizes for the Black Boxing Tournament? How can it not only attract so many cultivators to come, but the cost of signing up is so expensive?! ”

He smiled in a loud voice, "This, only the contestants know, but everyone said that the first prize was a set of golden armor forgers!" ”

Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly lit up, a set of prescriptions?!

And it's a set of armor!!

You must know that most of the forging tools of the armor handed down on the mainland are one of the parts, and there are very few that can leave a complete instrument square. When he was in the Cloud Pavilion of Boundless City, Dongfang Boundless also gave Feng Chengcheng some prescriptions, but there were too few.

Dongfang Wuya is not a refiner, the only thing he can say is that Nangong Shen, who can be said to be a friend, is also an alchemist, and Feng Chengcheng's room for improvement in refining is too small. She hadn't refined the instrument recipe since she had cultivated, and it was also because of the lack of systematic learning that she was completely confused.

With Feng Chengcheng's mind, he immediately realized the importance of this boxing match. Regardless of whether she can get that set of armor or not, it's just that there will be a number of refiners who come for this weapon, I'm afraid that the people who participate in this boxing match will either be refiners, or they are hired by refiners, or those cultivators who want to curry favor with a certain refiner.

It just so happened that Feng Chengcheng's cultivation was stagnant now, and the black boxing competition that appeared at this time was simply set up specifically for her! Actual combat is the best way to train cultivators, and this time she can't help but be able to conduct actual combat, and if she is lucky, she can even go to the next level in refining.

Thinking of this, Feng Chengcheng got up and left the teahouse. After asking around about the location of the dungeon, she appeared in front of the gate of the dungeon after a quarter of an hour.

The dungeon, as the name suggests, is an underground city, however, it is only one-tenth the size of Phoenix City, and it was built in the city for various competitions. Most of the matches held in the dungeon cannot be put on the table.

For example, this black boxing match, although it seems normal, the reason why it is held in the dungeon is only because the prize of this competition, that is, the weapon of this set of armor, is not coming from the right way!

The entrance to the dungeon looks similar to that of the Longze Auction House, and it is a tall giant building. The only difference with Long Ze is that the two guarding the door are middle-aged men and not beauties.

When Feng Chengcheng walked in, the middle-aged man didn't have a warm smile at all, but looked at her curiously.

Feng Chengcheng was already disappointed with the service attitude of various places in Fengcheng, and he didn't care about their expressions, so he continued to walk towards the registration office.

Sitting at the registration desk was an old man in his fifties, who was lying on his desk studying the name of a person on the list. Suddenly, there was a "click", and a money bag was thrown on the table in front of him.

"Sign up! Feng Fall City! ”

The standard phoenix-like cold voice appeared in the hall.

"Little girl! I can't sign you up, old man! You little girl, what are you doing here?! This competition is very dangerous, and you have to sign a life and death certificate before the game, and no one is responsible for the death! You'd better hurry home! The old man didn't move the hundred gold coins that Feng Chengcheng threw down, and said.

Hearing the old man's voice, the two gatekeepers couldn't help laughing.

"Chick! This is not the place you can come, so let's go home and nurse! ”

"If you don't want to go home to feed, you can help feed my baby, I don't mind! Hey! ”

"Look at her unworldly chick, how can there be milk to feed your child, it is better to let the uncle and I moisturize and moisten before going! Ha ha! ~”

The words of the two became more and more explicit one by one, and Feng Qingcheng's face immediately became gloomy, especially the last sentence, which instantly annoyed her!

She walked up to the two janitors with a cold face, "What are you talking about!" How dare you give me another try? ”

"Uncle said......"