Ling Feng glanced at the information suitable for deathmatch players pushed by Huo Fu on the deathmatch screen, and immediately waved his hand and said, "The three most powerful, I don't have any requirements for the others!"

"This?" Huo Fu's eyes widened, looking at Ling Feng, wanting to confirm whether Ling Feng was impulsive, but after staring for a long time, he didn't see the slightest impulsive emotion from the other party's unwavering expression, so he had to retreat, answered yes, and went out to help Ling Feng submit the deathmatch challenge information.

In fact, Ling Feng has already handled the bronze membership, and he can completely challenge on the death match screen, but Huo Feng still feels that it is necessary to go out to say hello to his superiors, and he always feels that the arrival of this young master may bring some trouble, because he has not seen the challenge and only chooses the highest ranking of the same level, you know, this is a death match, not a competition, if you lose, you will die.

Looking at the fire that left with complicated feelings, Hei Qi disdainfully threw out a sentence and said: "Hmph, it's just a girl who looks down on people with dog eyes, master, your combat power is unparalleled, although your spiritual power cultivation is weak, the same level of death fight, and the opponent who is not abusive has no power to fight back, this girl still looks down on ......"

Ling Feng glared at Hei Qi impatiently, and said coldly: "You have to be patient and learn some rules, otherwise you just keep squirting something out of tune." She was surprised that I didn't choose to do it because he didn't think I could beat my opponent, but because she felt that my way of acting was too flamboyant, which was very inconsistent with the experience of the death arena, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with her reaction. And you can't accurately interpret the information reflected by the other person's behavior, and that's your problem!"

Hei Qi was in a cold sweat that Ling Feng said, and he didn't dare to reply for a long time.

This time, Ling Feng asked Tu Ba and Hei Qi to propose a place to meet with Wang Bo, and Hei Qi proposed a private club with no security, although Ling Feng didn't say it, Hei Qi also knew in his heart that the master was actually angry.

Hei Qi also held his breath in his heart, that is, he was the first person to sincerely serve the Prince of Ling Feng, and he actually had the intention to suppress Tu Bayi. As a result, he was repressed by Tu Ba, and now he was reprimanded by his master in person, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

Seeing that Hei Qi's face was blue and stiff, and he didn't know how to deal with his reprimand, Ling Feng couldn't help but soften his expression a little and said: "Hei Qi, do you know what others say about you? No matter how strong a person's momentum is, but it is also necessary to reduce the resistance as much as possible, doing things like you, things have not been done, and they are consumed by resistance first, how can they do good things!"

"Master, I'm ......" Hei Qi's nervous teeth chattered, but his eyes were full of confusion and grievances.

Seeing him like this, Ling Feng knew that he had beaten enough, and he should comfort him, and immediately said, "I know that you are so strong, and you want to show me your achievements." If what I'm saying is right, then Tu Ba is your target. But you are using the wrong method, if you really want to win against Tu Ba, you should at least understand what kind of person Tu Ba is, what kind of ability he has? ”

"Well, master, I know, I ......" Hei Qi agreed again and again.

But Ling Feng secretly shook his head in his heart, saying in his heart that you agreed so quickly, it means that you didn't hear your heart at all, otherwise, with your personality, how could you accept your suggestion so quickly.

"That's it, it's time to stop talking about it, and if you say more, it's too much!" Ling Feng thought to himself, swiping open the deathmatch screen with his bronze membership card, and began to check his favorite spiritual skills and attack spirit weapon privileges on the deathmatch screen.

The Great Martial Master and below are Bronze Medal members and have the privilege of choosing two Spirit-level high-grade spiritual skills or spiritual weapons, while Iron Medal members can only choose one Spirit-level high-grade spiritual skill or spiritual weapon. The other required spiritual skills and spiritual weapons can only be fought against by selecting general spiritual skills in the middle grade of the spiritual rank.

In the comment column of the member's perks, it is noted that the Bronze member has two privileges, so he cannot initiate a deathmatch invitation to an Iron member who only has one perk, but the Iron member can initiate an unconditional deathmatch request against him. And for the sake of fairness, when an Iron Member invites a Bronze Member to a Deathmatch, his or her membership privileges will be temporarily upgraded to two.

This sudden discovery made Ling Feng suddenly feel a hint of crisis. Although, in general, high-tier members have more privileges, it is very unlikely that Tier-level members will be able to defeat them. But if the details of high-level members are leaked, then they can be easily targeted, and even their lives can be easily harvested.

This discovery made Ling Feng sensitively aware of the crisis he might face. He is a newcomer, and the discerning person only needs to get his information to know his details, and if a murderer from the same level of iron members comes to challenge him at this time, then I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to escape a difficult battle of life and death.

Limiting the use of martial arts, etc.,There is also such a back door.,This death arena really spares no effort in order to prompt members to keep fighting to the death.。

"It seems that this so-called backdoor is a kind of #uncover#rule for them!" Ling Feng thought of this, almost lacking a good impression of the upper echelons of this death arena.

There is no doubt that the other party is extremely smart people, but these people are by no means good men and women.

But then again, isn't Ling Feng going to these places where good men and women don't stay? If he is surrounded by a group of virgins and bodhisattvas, then who is he going to kill to correct the holy path?

Thinking about this truth, Ling Feng's heart suddenly opened, and even the psychological shadow caused by the fire wolf's possible riot dissipated a lot.

Ling Feng even had a faint feeling that this fire wolf killing root seemed to feel the change in his state of mind, so he obeyed himself.

It's just that what he doesn't understand is that his previous state of mind doesn't meet the requirements of the fire wolf to kill the roots? Although he didn't kill people with his own hands during this time, there were quite a few people who died because of himself.

Ling Feng has never been a tangled person, if he can't figure it out, he will put it aside for the time being, and continue to think when he has time, and what is really important for him at the moment is to quickly cultivate a newly selected spiritual skill and a spiritual level spiritual weapon, although he has rich cultivation experience and strong divine sense, it is not a matter to cultivate a spiritual level spiritual skill at all, but it still takes time.

This thought had just arisen, and Ling Feng suddenly looked at a message popping up on the deathmatch screen with a depressed face: "Martial Master Five-Fold Iron Medal Member Meng Bo, launch a deathmatch challenge to you!" Meng Bo has been temporarily promoted, and both sides have fifteen minutes of familiar privilege time, and the members of both sides must stay in place, and those who are innocently absent from the deathmatch will be unconditionally obliterated!"

This sudden popping up of information made a layer of fine sweat instantly gush out of Ling Feng's head.

Although Ling Feng is a top killer, he is still a conservative person in his bones, he is never willing to do something that he is not sure of, and he is completely unclear about the opponent's situation, he usually does not choose to make a move. Especially in the last life, he died in the hands of a hidden martial saint, and in this life, it can be said that there is a bit of a psychological shadow.

The situation in front of him doesn't need to be checked at all, and the other party is afraid that he has gotten the battle information that is as empty as Xiaobai, so he can't wait to take the initiative to challenge.

And he didn't know the other party's situation, but he knew too much, all the opponent's battle information came over in one go, and he only had fifteen minutes to familiarize himself with the privilege, if he took the time to study the opponent's battle information, then even if Ling Feng had a talent for understanding against the sky and a profound killing dao, it was very likely that he would die tragically in an unexpected deathmatch.

Hei Qi on the side was even more unnoticed, and immediately asked Ling Feng, "What should I do?"

With that stupid look, Ling Feng wanted to slap him to death.

He thought to himself, what should I do if I want to know it? Do you need to be in such a hurry? You are still known as the old man in the death arena, and you are still asking such a stupid question at this time.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth in his heart, hating Hei Qi for iron but not steel, and secretly missing the ironwood corundum in Huolin Town, and said in his heart that this guy is much more active than you: "Hey, just having a center, sometimes, it's really not enough." ”

He is really worried about Hei Qi to death, the key is now that he is around, capable and reliable, there are only Hei Qi left. Although Hongyu is reliable, her cultivation is really poor, and in Yuanhuo City, it is not enough to see at all.

"Hey!" Thinking about it, Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh again.

Thinking about it, Ling Feng thought of Tu Ba, a tenacious guy again, and he didn't know when he would be able to be truly loyal to himself, this time he suggested coming to the death arena, I'm afraid he would have known this unspoken rule early on!

Ling Feng was depressed for a few seconds, and finally decided that he would take the risk and change his previous combat habits, and only do his best to familiarize himself with the spiritual skills and spiritual swords he had selected, and barely become a deaf and dumb martial artist.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Ling Feng relied on his super comprehension ability to quickly get the spirit level upper-grade spirit technique fire illusion sword technique and the spirit-level upper-grade spirit weapon firebird sword to be thorough, and before the battle, he specially handed over a total of 50,000 spirit level upper-grade spirit stones to Hei Qi to find fire flakes to bet on himself.

"Master, at this time, I'm still waiting here, let's not gamble!" Hei Qi was a little reluctant to leave, and began to stare at him again, making Ling Feng's brain hurt.

What made Ling Feng even more depressed was that this Hei Qi had been under the banner of caring about himself, so that he couldn't get mad at all, and finally he could only explain: "I was calculated so ruthlessly, if I don't make a lot of money, it's not a loss, do you have a spirit stone? If you do, you can also buy me to win, and if you win the spirit stone, it will be considered a benefit to you!"

Hei Qi's eyes grunted, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, saying that the master was also too optimistic! Doesn't he know that before the death match is played, both sides have to bring forbidden spirit rings, that is, only the privileged spirit skills and spirit weapons they have selected can be used.

Hei Qi was about to remind him, Ling Feng suddenly waved his hand, and said to Hei Qi impatiently: "Hurry up and bet, I want to win his mother once, dare to yin me?"

Hei Qi scratched his head helplessly, and finally reluctantly went to find the fire floc to exchange for the spirit stone card.

When Huo Feng heard that Ling Feng was going to go down to 50,000 spirit level spirit stones to bet on himself to win, she couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in her heart, saying that he was so confident? As soon as she asked Hei Qi, she knew that Ling Feng might not know that he was going to wear the Forbidden Spirit Ring later.

Ling Feng followed the open passage door of the members' box, and slowly walked towards the passage leading to the death arena, at the end of the five hundred meters of the exit passage, Ling Feng could faintly sense the frenzied cheers and shouts outside the door, when he heard this, he felt that his soul was trembling, at this moment, the will to kill that had been hidden in the depths of his body was finally liberated.

And in this death-winning arena, Ling Feng finally ushered in a killing feast that could allow him to fight heartily.

"Please bring the Prohibition Ring!" A great martial artist of the Seventh Rank stood at the door, staring at Ling Feng with a cold expression, and firmly handcuffed a crimson transparent bracelet to Ling Feng's right hand.

The moment the small prohibition ring was clasped on Ling Feng's arm, he was horrified to find that the Sharp Wind Flame Technique that was originally operating in his body had quietly disappeared, and other spiritual skills of the highest grade of the spirit level, such as the Fire Wolf Blood Condensation Finger, could not find a trace, and the only exercise he still found in his body could be said to be only the Xuan Ling Jue, but although the Xuan Ling Jue was a heaven-level spiritual skill, it itself did not have offensive characteristics at all.

"Day, do you really want to rely on this Fire Illusion Sword Technique to win?" Ling Feng's eyelids couldn't help but jump sharply the moment he pushed open the door of the death arena, he definitely felt that since he had been calculated so ruthlessly, then what was waiting for him in this death arena was probably a specially selected type of martial artist who could restrain himself.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng was not afraid, but instead kicked the door open, exhaling a heavy breath of turbid air from his mouth, and a trace of cold murderous intent shot out of his eyes, and strode towards the wide death arena platform outside the door.