I made up a wedge, and I can't send it to the front, so let's put it here.

This scene is what happened in the gladiatorial arena before Chu Fan woke up. If you look a little closer, you will find that he was slashed seventeen or eighteen times and did not die, not just because of good luck and the spirit crystal burst out to protect the master, but because there was a group of slaves helping him.

The ancients regarded death as life, hoping to leave a whole corpse so that the soul could be reincarnated.

Originally, there was no explanation.

But Chu Fan is about to embark on the dangerous journey of saving Yunmeng and fighting the world, and he must return to Lujiabao for revenge first.

I feel that mending a wedge in front is more fluid and mellow than explaining cause and effect in the process.

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The wooden pillars, which were more than one person tall and thicker than their thighs, dug deep into the ground, enclosing a clearing about six feet in circumference.

On three sides are low bungalows, like a horseshoe.

Dongfang stands a two-story blue brick house, upstairs railing there are four people in brocade clothes sitting around the table, eating tea and snacks, smiling and smiling.

Two maids were waiting on the side, and six warriors in strong armor were guarding.

Wisps of white smoke came out of the bronze beast's head, like an orchid like a musk deer, refreshing people's hearts.

On the flat ground, there are more than 20 people around the wooden fence, all dressed in shabby clothes and with wooden expressions.

Some of them clung to the wooden pillars and looked out into the field through the cracks, their eyes full of pity. Some took advantage of the side to turn around and glanced upstairs from the corner of their eyes, revealing fierce hatred, and quickly converged.

In the center of the field, there were two men with knives, a strong man and a young man.

The strong man has a scar on his face, his muscles are bulging, his left foot is probed forward, and his two hands are holding knives to make a slashing stance.

The young man was tall and thin like a tender bamboo, dragging his knife to the ground, but his eyes did not look at his opponent, looking at the second floor. The expression on his face was confused and painful. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was trying to think.

The strong man pounced on him with a tiger roar.

The boy woke up like a dream, and stiffly raised his knife to meet it.

Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell......

Bite...... While......

The bright sword light splashed like snowflakes, and the sound of bumping was like a torrential rain at first, then like pounding garlic and iron, and finally like a bell ringing for a long time, and passed away.

The strong man quickly jumped out of the battle group and looked at his opponent with contempt.

Seventeen or eighteen cuts popped up all over the boy's body, and blood splattered.

His eyes darkened, his throat swayed with hoarse, indistinct meaningless syllables.

Exclamations and sighs erupted.

"Hack him to death. Someone upstairs shouted.

The strong man trembled when he heard this, gritted his teeth, and hesitantly stepped forward half a step.

An old man beside the fence knelt down in front of the building, kowtowed, and said, "Please have mercy on this child, and leave a whole corpse......

The four people around him also knelt down, and their white heads kept hitting the ground.

There was a lot of talk upstairs.

"Hey, what's going on with those five old guys?"

"Hui Gongzi, they are veterans in the army, and they fought with this child's father twenty years ago......"

"Hmph, a bunch of pickled slaves. I don't know where my life is, and I dare to intercede for others?"

The young man's eyes widened, and he fell straight up.

He felt that the hustle and bustle around him was as distant as a dream, unreal. His soul is dissipating and melting, and he is falling into a dark and bottomless abyss, cold to the bone.

And in the depths of consciousness, something woke up and exploded......