Lin Qingyu looked at the thin man's intoxicated appearance, so he ignored it and turned to look at the ring.

I saw the person on the left side of the ring, looking sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a purple robe, and his eyes were firmly looking at the person on the right. The person on the left is the Sanren Wujie. And a middle-aged man on the right, wearing a beast skin coat, tall and mighty, and a bearded face, is Wang Meng of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group.

Wang Meng looked at Wu Jie with a deep face, while Wu Jie was expressionless and stared at Wang Meng tightly. The battle was stimulated, and the people under the ring were full of voices.

Suddenly, I saw that Wang Meng was holding a big long axe and slashing towards Wu Jie. Seeing this, Wu Jie unhurriedly picked up the big knife in his hand and faced Wang Meng.

"Split the ground!" Wang Meng shouted, and the audience exclaimed. Unexpectedly, Wang Meng made a killing move.

Wu Jie easily dodged Wang Meng's attack with a sideways turn, and slashed at Wang Meng's head with a big knife. Wang Meng was shocked, he didn't expect this martial artist to have such a handsome body. couldn't help but sink his face, and he lifted the big long axe and stepped back. Wu Jie didn't wait for Wang Meng to retreat, then stepped on his big long axe and jumped up directly.

"Gravel legs!" Wang Meng didn't have time to dodge at all, and was directly kicked out by Wu Jie, and finally fell outside the ring.

Suddenly, a group of sighs outside the arena sighed, and the voices of scolding their fathers and mothers emerged.

"It seems that there are more people who buy Wang Meng to win, after all, his cultivation is higher. But Wang Meng's attack is fierce, and it is in vain not to touch others. Lin Qingyu nodded, watching such a wonderful battle, he couldn't help but be eager to try.

Lin Qingyu stared at Wu Jie who walked out of the ring, and Wu Jie suddenly turned his head to stare at him, and smiled at Lin Qingyu. Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at Wu Jie.

Originally, Lin Qingyu wanted to go up to say hello, but when he saw Wu Jie sitting down, he didn't want to bother.

Lin Qingyu looked at the ring and saw that there was no one in the ring, and just wanted to go to the ring. Suddenly, I saw a young man who was not much different from his own age jumping on the stage.

"Chen Miao, who is in Xiasan, I don't know that brother came up to give advice. The young man on the stage said with a smile.

Lin Qingyu couldn't wait, so he hurriedly jumped up, kowtowed to Chen Miao and said: Lin Qingyu, who is in Xiasan, came to ask for advice.

"It turned out to be Brother Qingyu, your ,,, is only a sixth-order spirit disciple, don't make trouble if you look at Brother Qingyu. Think clearly, I'm a spirit disciple of the eighth order!" said Chen Miao with a helpless expression.

"It's okay, it's just asking for advice. I also hope that Brother Miao's subordinates will be merciful. Lin Qingyu smiled and looked at Chen Miao.

"Well, well, then you pay attention to yourself. I hurt you, don't blame me!" Chen Miao nodded, but he still couldn't lift his spirits, so he nodded casually.

"Thank you, Brother Miao. ”

"Well, it's okay, you can make a move first!" Chen Miao was very calm, looking at Lin Qingyu with a smile.

"Okay, Brother Miao is careful. ”

As soon as Lin Qingyu finished speaking, he rushed towards Chen Miao with a ghost step.

Chen Miao was startled, only to feel that Lin Qingyu disappeared with an afterimage. Before he could react, Lin Qingyu came to him.

"Eagle high-five!" Lin Qingyu didn't care if he reacted or not, it was just a palm.

"Ahh

Silence ,,,,,, simple, violence is as simple as that.

The Eighth Order of the Spirit Disciple was actually in front of the Sixth Order of the Spirit Disciple, and he couldn't hold out for a single round!

Suddenly, the audience continued to exclaim.

Lin Qingyu didn't expect to defeat Chen Miao so easily.

In fact, to say that Chen Miao lost to Lin Qingyu so quickly, he was too light on the enemy, otherwise he would not have lost so badly.

Just when Lin Qingyu wanted to go off the stage. Suddenly, another person jumped up. This person is Wu Jie.

Lin Qingyu was not surprised, in fact, he himself wanted to fight with Wu Jie.

"You can breathe first!"

"No, I didn't consume much spiritual power just now. Lin Qingyu stared at Wu Jie, he didn't consume any spiritual power in the first place, and there really was no such thing as pranayama or spiritual power recovery.

Wu Jie didn't speak, just nodded.

Lin Qingyu stared at Wu Jie, and Wu Jie also stared at Lin Qingyu. Both sides were looking at each other, motionless, and the scene was extremely tense.

Suddenly, Lin Qingyu and Wu Jie shot at the same time.

Wu Jie lifted the big knife and rushed directly towards Lin Qingyu, and Lin Qingyu also used the ghost shadow step to rush towards Wu Jie.

"Running to the clouds!" I saw Wu Jie's big knife emitting a white light, and a white knife fan looked like an autumn wind sweeping the leaves, slashing towards Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu didn't panic, although this attack was fierce. But it's not a problem to dodge it yourself with ghost steps.

Lin Qingyu did not retreat but advanced, and when Wu Jie's Ben Yun Slash was about to touch him, a front flip fell on top of Wu Jie's head.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyu knew that it was a good opportunity, so he directly slapped his eagle high-five and called out to Wu Jie. Wu Jie is worthy of being a spirit disciple of the eighth order, and he is more powerful than other people of the same level.

Wu Jie also seemed to know that Lin Qingyu would be like this, he didn't raise his head, he turned sideways, and raising his leg was a "gravel leg".

Seeing Wu Jie's reaction like this, Lin Qingyu couldn't help but look solemn, and a backflip landed steadily in the corner of the ring.

Wu Jie turned around and took a few steps back. Both of them were breathing rapidly.

Lin Qingyu stared at Wu Jie and smiled: This is the battle I want!

"Me too. The corners of Wu Jie's mouth rose slightly, and he rushed over with a knife again.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyu didn't want to drag it out any longer. Wujie Lingtu is of the eighth order, and he is stronger than himself in terms of combat experience and spiritual power in his body. If it drags on like this, you will definitely lose.

Lin Qingyu nodded, put his hands on his chest, and looked directly at Wu Jie.

Wu Jie suddenly saw Lin Qingyu's five fingers closed in front of him, and his hands were in an O-shape, which couldn't help but make him frown, and even quickened his pace, heading straight for Lin Qingyu.

"Ascending Cloud Slash!" A white sword shadow struck at Lin Qingyu.

"Firebird Curse!" Suddenly, a huge firebird appeared in front of Lin Qingyu and crashed into the sword shadow.

"Boom ,,,!" a heat wave swept in. I saw the fire on the stage, and the white light filled the entire ring. And the audience was all dumbfounded.

"Who,,, who won?"

"No,,, I don't know. Is this a battle between spirit disciples?" the audience whispered to each other.

The smoke in the ring gradually dissipated, and I saw two figures squatting on both sides of the ring.

"Whew, whew, sure enough, the spiritual power is still not enough. Lin Qingyu's face was pale, sweating profusely, and he couldn't seem to stand up.

Lin Qingyu looked at Wu Jie again and sighed: It seems that Wu Jie is in the same situation as himself. It's just that his face is better than his own.

Suddenly, I saw Wu Jie sitting with a knife, shook it and sighed softly: I lost!

Immediately, the audience was boiling.

Lin Qingyu was stunned, it stands to reason that as long as Wu Jie came over casually, Lin Qingyu couldn't dodge. But Wu Jie admitted defeat.

"Why admit defeat?" Lin Qingyu asked Wu Jie puzzled.

"Hehe, I'm already higher than you. And you haven't taken out the black gun on your back. Wu Jie said helplessly.

"This ,,," Lin Qingyu was also speechless, his black broken gun was basically rarely used, on the one hand, his gun was really broken, and secondly, he didn't have the spiritual skills to use a gun. was said by Wu Jie like this, which made him think that he was really good at using a gun.

Lin Qingyu smiled awkwardly and said nothing. The two breathed on the stage and walked off the stage together.

"Brother Lin, I wonder if I'll be free later?" said Wu Jie, standing next to Lin Qingyu.

"Brother Wu, is there something?" Lin Qingyu looked at Wu Jie with a puzzled expression.

"It's okay, can't you invite Brother Lin to drink?"

Lin Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: Of course you can!