Ji Ge walked through the crowd, and Zar followed him and chattered non-stop, suddenly Ji Ge stopped walking, and Zar didn't pay attention and pounced on it, making him immediately "sigh" and scream.

He rubbed his aching head, flattened his mouth and wanted to complain to Ji Ge, but when he saw the front, he suddenly closed his mouth and did not speak.

Ji Ge stood there, stopping for the blue haired young man in front of him, the young man was not very tall, but his eyes had a depth that did not match his age, and he walked out of the person in front of him, and noticed that Ji Ge's gaze was just a faint glance, so he didn't care.

This young man is the existence that Ji Ge has often heard of in the mouths of everyone, his blue hair is very conspicuous, and he seems to have a natural charm in his gestures, which attracts everyone's attention to him involuntarily.

The deeds he had created had been circulating among the boys for a long time, and they had gradually changed their taste, but their blue hair had become more and more mysterious. Ji Ge has only heard of it, but has never seen it.

This was the first time Ji Ge saw him, and he didn't show any strength, but he made his muscles tense up suddenly, and he had to be dignified.

The blue hair didn't care about Ji Ge, and even he ignored all the people present, his expression was indifferent, as if he was thinking about something, but it invisibly made many people feel like contempt, but still no one dared to come out to provoke.

Ji Ge only paused for a moment, and his expression returned to normal. Under the densely carved stones, a man in black pronounced a name, and the blue-haired boy raised his head and ascended to a battle platform.

After the people left, he sneered, and shouted indignantly, looking at his expression, he thought that he had suffered some great shame, and in the end, there was a trace of grief in his words.

"Hmph, it's arrogant, arrogant! Even I don't even pay attention to it, if only I had such arrogant capital......"

Ji Ge's response was just to shake his head, and he was just about to leave, when he suddenly thought about it, stood in place and looked up at the stage.

The blue-haired boy landed steadily on the stage, and his opponent was a burly boy who looked like a brute bull, with a face full of meat, but when he saw the blue hair, his eyes couldn't help but show horror.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, cold sweat leaked from his forehead, looked at the black-clothed man leaning on the stone under the stage, and shouted in panic: "I...... I recognize ......"

Before he finished his words of surrendering and admitting defeat, the black qi involuntarily burst out, but it fell into a slump in an instant. The blue-haired boy was like a bolt of lightning that broke through the air, and with a slanted palm, he fainted him lightly, and he didn't know who he was.

The man in black swept his eyes, he heard it but didn't hear it, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he narrowed his eyes as if he was sleepy, the kind of indifference to life from his bones was cold.

The blue hair looked calm, as if he had just done something insignificant, squatted down, and slowly stretched out his hand to press on his head, but his eyes were turned to the side, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts from beginning to end.

Ji Ge retracted his gaze and whispered to Char: "Let's go, it's almost my turn for the next game." ”

He walked straight towards the battle platform next to the stone engraved with the name of Hua Nu, his expression was as usual, but his heart was not calm, and his horror was like turning over the river and the sea, setting off a wave of waves.

"Just now, if I'm not mistaken, he didn't use a trace of black qi, just relying on the strength and speed of **. ”

"But, why, that person's black qi was forcibly dispersed when he left his body?"

"This is too weird, if it is said that ** alone can shake the black qi, I will never believe it!" Ji Ge's expression flickered, and his heart was full of doubts, he was simply invincible in the fight with that group of fierce bandits and robbers in the wasteland, which made him sure that even if ** was strong, it was absolutely impossible to resist the power of black qi, could it be that a blue-haired man was stronger than a group of fierce bandits who licked blood from the knife's edge?

"Unless...... Ji Ge came up with a reason that was enough to convince himself, but even more incredulous, "Unless, the black qi he cultivated is several times more powerful than that person, or even dozens of times! ”

Can survive until now, after layers of harsh screening, which one is mediocre? In terms of black qi alone, it is estimated that they are almost all between the top and bottom with Ji Ge, no matter how clumsy the talent is, no matter how lazy the cultivation is, it is impossible to be so bad.

Even, Ji Ge sensed the black aura of that person...... Compared with himself, it is not much better, and it is a little stronger than before he devoured and digested the black qi of others!

Ji Ge was shocked by the cold and cruel fact into a cold sweat, crushing the self-satisfaction that had some confidence and means, and the bitterness was pervasive, spurring himself fiercely in his heart.

If you can't even surpass a peer, let alone avenge Daddy Moya!

The scorched gold cave appeared in front of him, the old father's head and body were separated, staring at the sky blankly, and there were people who watched him grow up and were humble in the eyes of others, but the miserable white and dark faces of his aunts and sisters who he regarded as relatives, and the red eyes of the crows who coveted the corpses on the branches......

The scenes buried in the depths of his heart seemed to be a nightmare, Ji Ge bit his lower lip tightly, and he still didn't know it when he bit it hard, and the hatred burned him to the point of great pain again, his expression was cloudy, his brows were tightly locked, and his facial features began to distort.

Seeing that Ji Ge was silent, Char walked to the front and couldn't help but be startled when he saw Ji Ge's painful and distorted face, and thought that he was attacked by demons under the chaos of black qi, so he immediately shook him and shouted loudly: "Hey, Ji Ge, wake up, wake up!"

After a while, Ji Ge woke up from the nightmare, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, as weak as if he had a serious illness. His lips were filled with a fishy sweet taste, Ji Ge licked it with his tongue, turned his head and looked at the concern and anxiety on Zar's face with empty eyes, lowered his eyes slightly, and buried the pain deep into his heart again, which was a young man's grave.

"Thank you. Ji Ge said softly.

"Oh, it's okay, hehe, we're friends. Zar smiled, childlike.

This time, Ji Ge rarely did not refute, and continued to walk, but his steps were a little staggering. His mind was traumatized by the sharp pain of his memories, and his qi and blood almost flowed backwards, and the black qi was in danger of getting out of control, and his expression was inevitably a little sluggish at this moment.

Zar immediately ran up and helped Ji Ge to the battle platform.

Each arena was crowded with onlookers, in addition to always being ready to play themselves, spying on the opponent's reality, and there was really no rest of the fun in the castle to pass the time, this lonely hill was rarely lively.

This one is no exception, and even more, because of the fact that there is an iron slave who is fighting together this time. Many people heard the sound and wanted to see where he was strong, and no one could say that they would not meet him in the next game.

Ji Ge only glanced up, then lost interest, sat down in the empty space that Char yelled to drive out, closed his eyes and began to recuperate the breath in his body.

Some people know Tsar, and some people know Ji Ge, and when they secretly exchanged words, everyone probably knew that the two were not easy to mess with. So, more is better than less, and patience passes.

Ji Ge doesn't care about everyone's eyes, it's going to be him soon, if he only cares about face, and the opponent is tricky, then he will accidentally become the nutrient of other people's black gas.

I didn't know how time passed, and my breathing gradually calmed down, and I tried my best to adjust the disordered qi and blood in my body. With Char Pestle by his side, and private fights are strictly forbidden offstage, Ji Ge is not too worried about someone making trouble on the spot, but he still secretly leaves a trace of consciousness on guard.

There was an uproar around him, as if the iron slave had won again, and the uproar sounded in his ears several times, and the silence fell, leaving a cold voice.

"Flower slave. Flower slave!"

Ji Ge stood up, pushed aside the crowd in front of him under the worried gaze of Char, and walked to the stage.

There was also a man in black standing under the stone, at this time his brows were furrowed looking for Ji Ge's figure, and he called twice but did not answer, he was thinking that this flower slave also died last night like many people, and suddenly a young man with black hair and black eyes, looking a little weak, came over.

"Hmph, are you deaf! The man in black frowned, looked very impatient, snorted coldly, and waved him up.

Ji Ge nodded respectfully, took a deep breath, and jumped onto the stage.