Outside the pitch-black hall.

After Lin Huang drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, he finally passed out.

It's easy to kill a hundred people.

can not stop winning a hundred games in a row, but it is as difficult as the sky.

Otherwise, the record in the killing arena would not have been only forty-seven.

......

In the City of a Hundred Battles.

It's already boiling.

The warriors who entered the dungeon, when they came out, the sound of talk was endless, like a continuous river. Walking with domineering and holding his head high, he witnessed the birth of the 100 people chop, just like his own 100 people chop.

Looking at the people outside the dungeon is like looking down at the ants under their feet.

And the people outside the underground palace are also cheap.

dragged the person who came out of it and began to ask questions. It's like seeing his own little daughter-in-law, with a flattering face, not to mention how spineless.

In less than half an hour.

Lin Changsheng's name spread in the city of a hundred battles.

And it was completely detonated.

100 people beheaded.

What a record.

In the history of the killing arena, it is unprecedented.

Even among the three sects and six mansions, those who were once pretentious and proud of the heavens had never climbed to this height.

Restaurant and tea shop.

Streets.

It's all talking about it.

There are many people who regret that their intestines are green, why was they confused last night, so they got into the place of the hook fence and looked for the little lady for a night of spring breeze. Missed the moment to witness the killing of 100 people. Ay...... What's so fun with women.

Men, it's better to play with men.

Lin Changsheng.

Killing arena.

100 people beheaded.

These three words flew out of the pitch-black giant hall like a bomb, instantly radiating the entire Hundred Battles City. Then it spread wildly beyond the Hundred Battles City. The news in the sky was like snowflakes, falling towards the entire Taixuan Domain.

As early as last night, when Lin Huang won fifty consecutive games, the news of Longyuan Pavilion flew to the three sects and six mansions, as well as the domain main building.

Outside the Sycamore Courtyard.

The people of Hundred Battles City lined up in a long line, which zigzagged for dozens of miles, and there were tens of thousands of people.

It is to take a look at Lin Changsheng's true face.

I didn't go to the killing arena last night, which is a big regret in my life. If they go and witness the birth of a hundred people, they can blow for ten years. Now, when I talk to people who have been to the killing arena, they are all half shorter.

The Sycamore Courtyard is closed with a closed gate.

Despite the tsunami of tens of thousands of people outside, the door was never opened.

And if everyone wants to rush into the Sycamore Courtyard, it is simply impossible.

Because outside the gate of the Sycamore Garden, there was a man standing.

Dressed in a snow-white mink fur, his expression is gentle, but he is so deep that no one dares to approach the latter.

Song Hanshan didn't expect that his dignified generation of saint kings, the characters on the legendary list, would be reduced to the point of guarding the door today. Although he couldn't resist Song Changling's request to agree to stay here, he also knew in his heart that even if Song Changling didn't ask him, he would do so.

Because it won't be long before someone shows up here.

And what surprised him even more was that Lin Huang really killed 100 people in the killing arena.

This was something that was impossible to do in his opinion, but Lin Huang really did it.

Outside the Wutong Courtyard, Song Hanshan sighed, "It's a pity that you killed my Song family disciple, and the cultivation of the common people is in front of you!"

......

Warm fragrant nephrite in the room.

When Lin Huang woke up again, it was already dusk.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a delicate face appear in front of him, and Shui Ling's big eyes were staring at him tightly.

"Ah, Brother Lin Huang, you're awake!"

Tang Xiaoqi saw Lin Huang open his eyes, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, and a strong smile suddenly narrowed in his clear eyes.

"Ahem......"

Lin Huang coughed slightly, only feeling a little sore all over.

"Xiaoqi, it's time for you to lose weight!"

Lin Huang opened his mouth and found that the little girl was sitting on the quilt with her legs crossed at the moment, and directly pressed Lin Huang.

"Ah......h

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly sighed, and then pouted, with a fierce expression, "Brother Lin Huang, you are not allowed to say that people are fat." I've eaten very little during this time!"

"Okay, Xiaoqi is not fat! not at all!"

Lin Huang said.

"Lin, Desert, Brother, Brother!"

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly stood up and stomped his feet fiercely.

Lin Huang immediately grinned, but then frowned suspiciously, realizing that in addition to the soreness all over his body, all the wounds around his body had healed, leaving only faint scars that had not faded.

"It's ......"

Lin Huang looked at his restored hands and was stunned.

Then he plunged into the Xuan Sea, but found that the sleeping phoenix had no sign of waking up.

In the room, Song Changling suddenly pushed the door out and brought a bowl of hot decoction.

"Song Hanshan healed me?"

Lin Huang turned his head to look at Song Changling and asked. With his injuries like last night, unless Song Changling made a move, or the Phoenix Martial Spirit in his body was revived, it was impossible for him to recover so quickly. At least ten days and a half months in bed.

"What, Brother Lin Huang!"

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly shouted, jumped and squatted in front of Lin Huang, blocking Lin Huang's sight, and then pouted, with a slight hint of resentment and a touch of pride: "It was Xiaoqi who saved you, but it's not Uncle Song." He's bad, he's bad, Xiao Qi begged him for a long time and he didn't save him, Xiao Qi won't play with him anymore!"

"You?"

Lin Huang suddenly frowned.

"Hmph, that's me!"

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly snorted and stood up, his hands on his hips, and his face was proud.

"You can save me, why do you still ask that old guy from Song Hanshan!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

"Because...... Because ......"

Tang Xiaoqi's face was embarrassed, and then he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, "Because my strength is not effective from time to time, and then I was in a hurry yesterday, and I forgot about it." That old guy doesn't agree, I'm so angry that I can only treat Brother Lin Huang's dead horse as a live horse doctor!"

"I'm not a dead horse!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Lin Huang is a live horse now!"

Tang Xiaoqi nodded with a chicken pecking rice.

Lin Huang's face suddenly fell, the little girl's family didn't know how to read a little more, and the metaphor would not be useful.

"Brother Lin Huang, you drink some medicine first. I went to ten pharmacies to buy a decoction made from medicinal herbs!"

Tang Xiaoqi took the bowl of medicine from Song Changling's hand and handed it to Lin Huang, "You open your mouth, Xiaoqi feeds you!"

"Who opened the prescription?"

Lin Huang asked.

"Ah...... Aren't all medicines curative? Do you still need prescriptions? When my father used to treat me, all the herbs were mixed together!"

Tang Xiaoqi said with a puzzled expression.

"Ahem......"

Lin Huang suddenly coughed violently twice, staring at Song Changling with a dull expression.

Song Changling waved his hand, "This girl is too tiger, she can't stop it!"

"Song nerd, who are you talking about!"

Tang Xiaoqi stood up immediately, staring at Song Changling angrily, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet, you are in the killing arena, why don't you help Brother Lin Huang and let him suffer such a serious injury." Are you a man, I'm so ashamed of you. I see that you are also a scholar, why don't you have the attention of a scholar!"

Song Changling was suddenly ashamed, and he didn't dare to run away from the room with Tang Xiaoqi.

Talking to Tang Xiaoqi is simply self-defeating.

"Brother Lin Huang, drink medicine!"

Tang Xiaoqi turned around and stared at Lin Huang with a smile again, as warm as a small padded jacket.

Lin Huang looked at the black sticky mass in the soup spoon, and the skin and flesh were torn to reveal a smirk, and then the strong man opened his mouth to death......