Chapter 7: The Altar of Life and Death
Wing City, Wing Home.
Yi Nantian is a burly, mighty one-armed old man, although he is in his seventies, he is full of white hair, but he is in good spirits, and his eyes are still full of persistent light that old people do not have.
Everyone in the Yi family knows that Yi Nantian has been very cool in the past two days, and the smug laughter like a broken gong can be heard even from a few hundred meters away, this is the first time in five years that Yi Nantian has laughed so freely. The reason is very simple, because the Wang family and the Hong family, the rivals of the Yi family, have bad luck.
Although the Yicheng Yi family is the boss and is known as the first family, their status is not very strong, at least the Hong family and the Wang family are stuck behind their buttocks. It is not a matter of a day or two for these two families to want to ascend to the throne.
Maybe God saw that Yi Nantian's seventieth birthday was coming, and he gave benefits to Rong Ma for half his life, but the night before last, a super hurricane that had not been seen in a hundred years blew from the East China Sea eight thousand miles to the east, directly turning several counties in the east of the Tianfeng Kingdom into a horse, and the losses were heavy. This was followed by a raging storm day and night. In this rare storm in a hundred years, a mine dug by the Hong family in Dongshi Mountain collapsed directly, so angry that Hong Zhen of the Hong family almost jumped on the spot, and then smashed the entire room. The Wang family is even more miserable, a hundred acres of fertile land outside the city, the yellow, orange and orange rice can be harvested at a glance, this rainstorm directly scraped its rice to Java, and did not leave him a grain of rice, and now the old boy of the Wang family is still a little abnormal, and is being treated by Dr. Xu. And what made Yi Nantian gloat the most was that the bullshit Black Wind bandit group in Baishiling was actually swept away by this rare storm in a hundred years, and a group of robbers suffered countless casualties, so they could only hide in the cave and complain.
Yi Nantian really wanted to keep his face from changing, but he wasn't born like that, so he had been gloating for two days now, laughing so hard that his mouth almost twitched.
Now, Yi Nantian is recuperating from his injuries in the Wing Mansion. The power of the three golden warriors is indeed extraordinary, if they are separated, each of them is not his enemy, but once they cooperate with each other, their combat effectiveness is several times stronger, and they can only make a lose-lose ending. When this injury is healed, watch Lao Tzu not extinguish the black wind bandit group of ya's bullshit. Yi Nantian thought with a hum.
"Damn, you're not dead this time!? God help me!" Yi Nantian couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh when he thought of his happiness, and raised the wine jar to pour spirits wildly, and before the mellow elixir fell into his stomach, there was a noise outside the door.
"Father, it's not good! Little Shenlong, he ...... He's on the platform of life and death! Hurry up and save him! Hurry up and save him!" A middle-aged woman who was soaked in the heavy rain led a guard-like person to break in, threw herself at Yi Nantian's feet, hugged his legs, and cried hoarsely.
Yi Nantian squirted out a mouthful of tea, and his gloating smile was immediately replaced by Tie Qing's face, and his first reaction was, fuck it! This rabbit cub is looking for death! The second reaction was, which bastard wants to bully my grandson? What is the place of life and death, that is the place of life and death! It's better to say if you win, if you lose, you won't die or be crippled!
"Damn! This little rabbit cub never lets people live in peace! You stay, I'll go right away!" Yi Tiannan didn't have time to ask the whole story, kicked the door away, and braved the storm and rushed in the direction of the Jiufeng Chamber of Commerce.
In the dueling arena, a fierce competition is being staged. The reason why it is fierce is not because of the strength of the two sides of the gladiatorial fight, but because of the identity of the gladiator.
On one side is the young master of the Wing Family, the Wing Divine Dragon, the waste of the Wing Family, who is famous in the Heavenly Wind Kingdom.
On the other side is a raging one-eyed fighting bear!
The beasts in the world are divided into two kinds, one is the demon beast, which is said to be the bloodline of the demon world, the demon beast eats people, and can rely on this to increase the skill, the number of demon beasts is extremely large, hundreds of times the human population, occupying all the mountains and forests; Spirit beasts are extremely noble, and they are extremely rare, the lowest level spirit beasts are all fourth-order, and their combat power is extremely strong, comparable to the Xuanjin powerhouse. Spirit beasts can not be found, and countless people can only retreat to the second, domesticate demon beasts, and control demon beasts as combat partners.
This one-eyed fighting bear is a domesticated first-order early demon beast!
The arena of more than 300 people was packed, and the atmosphere of the entire gladiatorial arena was blazing, with adventurers, mercenaries, rangers, merchants, nobles, and people of all status, who had no scruples and screamed with all their might.
At this moment, the battle in the gladiatorial arena has reached a white-hot stage, and the one-eyed fighting bear is extremely fierce, forcing the thin and weak Winged Divine Dragon to dodge in all directions, and is gaining the upper hand.
Next to the gladiatorial arena, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a pale face and obvious overindulgence hugged two bewitching women left and right, and shouted with a hideous expression: "Winged Dragon! You are a waste! Hahahahaha! Fight! What are you hiding? After winning the battle, Lao Tzu knelt down and admitted that what I said was shit, and swallowed them all back into his stomach! I am afraid that you waste will not even be able to beat a beast. ”
The young man on the stage heard his shout, and his flexible body froze slightly.
The specially trained one-eyed fighting bear keenly seized this opportunity, only to see it roar low, its one-eyed eyes wide open, its fierce light exposed, its body slightly slumped, and its limbs suddenly kicked with force. Its huge body flew up under its strange force, and smashed down towards the Winged Dragon with a fierce wind!
The Winged Dragon only heard the sound of "Whew", and then a huge black shadow was like a deadly Death Flying Cover, in the screams of the audience under the small stage, the Winged Dragon swooped forward, his body was still in the air, and he heard a loud "boom" behind him, and the entire gladiatorial arena shook violently, but it was the huge body of the one-eyed fighting bear that slammed on the floor.
As a first-order early demon beast, that one-eyed fighting bear is comparable in strength to a warrior who has just entered the Bronze Realm, and after special training, he can understand some superficial attack methods. The move just now was "Bear Smash", and if you hit it head-on, the warriors of the Bronze One and Two Heavens would have to vomit blood.
In the dust, the Pterodactyl leaped up with swift movements, quickly pulling away the distance.
I saw that the one-eyed fighting bear crawled up, shook its head, turned around and squinted at the Winged Dragon, bared its teeth and cracked its mouth, and roared in its mouth, it seemed to be extremely angry that this move "Bear Smash" did not hit the Winged Dragon. It paced a few steps, then accelerated violently, its massive body slamming into it with a fierce wind like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet.
The Winged Dragon only rushed to the left, but the speed of the one-eyed bear's collision was too fast, and the Winged Dragon only avoided the key point in a hurry, but its right shoulder rubbed its body in the crash, but just like that, the Winged Dragon only felt a huge force coming, and its body rolled out irrepressibly, and finally slid on the floor for several meters, and its back was about to touch the steel bars of the iron cage outside the gladiatorial arena before it could stop.
Although the right shoulder of the pterosaur was rubbed, but only that moment it was already skin and flesh, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the pain made him almost faint, he endured the sharp pain in his right shoulder, and wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, there were bursts of sharp pain in his right shoulder, and the shoulder blade must have been fractured! Although he struggled to stand up, the sharp pain had made him sluggish. In the one-eyed fighting bear's repeated attacks, the winged dragon became more and more embarrassed, but his eyes were as bright as ever, and the dagger in his hand was tightly clenched, trying to find an opportunity to fight back in the face of adversity.