The first thing that catches your eye is a line of words on the title page: All things in heaven and earth, every grass and one book, all have power. Micro-level power, the beginning of all things.

Xue Yi looked at this line of words, and was a little confused. Shaking his head, he flipped back.

After flipping through three pages in a row, Xue Yi understood.

This "Micro-level Strength" is not a special move or anything like that, nor is it an exercise or anything like that. It is just equivalent to a theory class, just like the thunder theory class that Lei Yu Sitong taught him. It is only said that everything between heaven and earth will generate power, such as the wind blowing grass and trees, snowflakes falling, the sun's rays, and even the fluttering of human hair and the heat emitted by the body, all of which belong to micro-level powers.

A few more pages were turned back in a row, and all of them were phenomena of various micro-powers and the like.

If it was a theoretical knowledge about dragon knights or dragons, Xue Yi would definitely read it word for word.

But what kind of micro-level power is this Xue Yi was not interested at all, and after reading a few more pages, he really made him drowsy. I simply threw the book aside and didn't read it.

At this time, I heard a noise outside the hole.

Xue Yi looked up in boredom and saw that the managers of the two dragon fighting arenas outside were dragging a seriously injured or almost dead person and throwing him into the open space in front of Xue Yi's cave.

Xue Yi looked at the man and saw that it was the black lock that he had fought against.

At this time, the broken arm of the black lock was still gushing blood, the left half of his body had collapsed slightly, and his right foot was directly deformed. The whole body was covered in blood, and it looked unbearable to look at.

Fortunately, this is winter, if this is summer, Xue Yi is sure that the flies have already confused the black lock.

After the two men threw the black lock on the ground, they turned away without saying a word.

The next thing is to let the black lock fend for itself. If he is tenacious, he may be able to survive and leave on his own. But it seems that he will probably not live for a few hours, and in the end he will be dragged out and buried in a pit.

Xue Yi looked at the motionless appearance of the black lock, and suddenly a sad mood of a rabbit and a fox died in his heart.

If one day, if you are defeated, will you also be thrown here to fend for yourself like a black lock?

......

Thinking of this, the sense of crisis in Xue Yi's heart became even stronger. Because of this, I have to work harder to cultivate, defeat all opponents, and get out of the dragon fighting arena!

So Xue Yi started his cultivation again, only cultivation can make him stronger, and only cultivation can give him a glimmer of hope to survive in the Dragon Fighting Arena.

Closing his eyes, the dragon power ran along the meridians, Xue Yi calmed down and began to cultivate.

There is no day or night in the cave, and Xue Yi's cultivation has lasted for a long time. It wasn't until he felt he had to rest that he opened his eyes.

By his estimation, it was time for at least five or six hours to pass.

Xue Yi looked up at the outside of the cave, and he thought of the black lock for no reason.

The black lock must have been lifted out and buried by now.

But when his gaze fell on the open space outside, his heart couldn't help but jump slightly.

I saw that the black lock was not only not carried out, but the aura was a little stronger than just now.

"It's so strong. Xue Yi said secretly in his heart. If the average person were so seriously injured, I am afraid that he would lose too much blood and die in less than an hour. The black lock not only did not die, but there was a tendency to ease up.

The blood from the break in the black lock's right arm was no longer gushing, but had become viscous. Maybe it won't flow out again in another hour.

However, his eyes were still closed, and the black on his face was darker than ever, not at all like a human face.

Xue Yi shook his head and sighed.

At this time, there was a food delivery outside.

Although the place is not very good, the food is very good. A scrambled egg, a fish-flavored tofu, a braised pork, a braised lion's head, plus a night of fresh fish soup. Typical four dishes and one soup. There was also a night of fragrant white rice, plus two large white steamed buns.

Although it is not a delicacies from the mountains and seas, it is much more abundant than ordinary food at home.

Xue Yi was also hungry and devoured it.

In a matter of moments, the four dishes had been wiped out, the rice was gone, and the fish soup was half drunk. There are only two steamed buns left.

The amount of food eaten by the dragon knight was originally much larger than that of the average person, and Xue Yi ate so much was quite little. If you press Ding Li to eat foodies, these are not enough to stuff your teeth.

After eating, Xue Yi put the dishes outside the fence.

At this time, he inadvertently saw the black lock lying on the ground, and a pair of eyes that accounted for most of the whites were actually opened. The white eyes on the black face make people look very weird.

However, those eyes did not look at Xue Yi, but watched Xue Yi eat the remaining two steamed buns.

At this time, in these eyes, there is no ferocity and cruelty of the previous war, only the hunger of a hungry person for food. Xue Yi even saw that those eyes were shining with an innocent light like a child.

Xue Yi paused, and his heart of pity rose.

He threw the two steamed buns at the black lock.

Half of the ribs in the black lock body have been broken, and it hurts to move it. But he still endured the pain, raised the remaining left arm, took the steamed bun with difficulty, and took a bite. Since there was no water and his mouth was dry, he chewed the steamed bun for a long time before swallowing it with great difficulty. There was an extremely loud "grunt" in his throat.

At this time, he completely lost the ferocity when he swallowed Xue Yi's flesh and blood.

After eating the two steamed buns, Hei Suo seemed to have some strength, and when he looked at Xue Yi, there was no trace of the fierceness in his eyes when he was in the gladiatorial arena. But there aren't any emotions in it. A pair of big white eyes slowly closed again.

Xue Yi also ignored the black lock anymore and continued to have nothing to do. He's done it right, and he couldn't have done more.

Besides, he can't protect himself now, and he has no time to care about anything else.

Lying in the cave, Xue Yi once again had nothing to do. Then he thought of Lei Yu Sitong again, and Lei Yu Sitong's smile made his heart ripple. He seems to have some ...... Some want to see Lei Yu Sitong.

Shaking his head, Xue Yi picked up the "Micro-level Power" next to him.

It seems that he can't let himself be idle, as long as he is idle, he will think of Lei Yu Sitong.

Turning the pages of "Micro Power" back a few more pages, it was still those boring theories, and after Xue Yi read a few pages, he fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, Xue Yi was woken up and said that there would be his circular gladiatorial fight tonight.

Xue Yi immediately made preparations.

After more than an hour, he followed the two managers to the gladiatorial arena, and his opponent was a fifth-level dragoon who had won three consecutive victories.

Xue Yi was almost hand-to-hand for such a battle, and with just one move, he made the dragoon lose his combat effectiveness. Now for him, the battle of the same level is not a matter of effort.

Cyclical gladiatorial fights, each person only needs to fight once per night.

After Xue Yi finished playing, he glanced at the bazi at the registration office lightly.

Bazi felt a chill down his spine again, and it felt like he had walked away from the ghost gate.

What Xue Yi didn't notice was that in the stands of the audience, a man with a beautiful face like a woman was looking at him with a cold meaning in his eyes.

The black face next to him gasped and said, "Young Master, this kid is getting more and more powerful, and the dragoon rider of the same level as him can't even stand his punch." ”

The eldest young master snorted coldly in his nose: "Can you survive today, can you survive tomorrow?" The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, one day, he will be buried in the Dragon Fighting Arena. ”

"Yes, the eldest young master is right, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to get out of the Dragon Fighting Arena. Moreover, there is the Grim Reaper, who has already won more than sixty victories, standing in his way. Blackface said with a smirk.

Xue Yi returned to his cave and glanced at the black lock outside the cave.

I saw that the broken arm of the black lock had a tendency to scab at this time, and the half of the body that had collapsed seemed to be better, and the right foot, which had been deformed, seemed to have recovered a little.

This couldn't help but make Xue Yi a little surprised, this black lock was just a martial artist, not like the dragon knight with self-healing ability, how could the injury recover so quickly? This is really incomprehensible.

However, with Xue Yi's thinking, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it, and one day it will be able to figure it out on its own.

So Xue Yi didn't bother to think about it, and continued his cultivation.

In the following days, Xue Yi spent his days in cultivation and fighting. However, every day when he eats, he will leave two steamed buns for the black lock.

Black Lock's injury recovered surprisingly quickly, it was only ten days of work, new flesh had grown on the broken arm, the ribs fractured in the upper body had also improved a lot, and the deformed right foot could barely be seen to be the shape of the foot. The black lock was barely able to sit up with his upper body.

This made Xue Yi even more surprised, one day he suddenly wondered, could it be that after eating his own flesh, Hei Suo also obtained the transformation of dragon blood, so his body had a self-healing ability that ordinary martial artists could not have.

In amazement, Xue Yi paid more attention to giving food to Black Lock, and even sometimes he would leave a little more food for Black Lock.

It's not that he is a person with a lot of sympathy, but that he has no grudges or hatreds with Black Suo, but he was framed by someone and met in a circular gladiatorial fight. Black Lock is now in such a situation, and he can help a little bit.

There is also a subtle reason why he did this.

That is, if one day he ends up like this, he hopes that someone can help him like this.

Of course, it's just an unrealistic wish.

On this day, Xue Yi was bored, and he also turned the micro-level power to the last few pages.

And the content of these last few pages will make Xue Yi useful for the rest of his life.