Upper kiln camp, south camp.

In the central area, there is a huge arena with a rough style and an iron-blooded aura unique to the army.

However, its users were basically sect disciples or loose cultivators, and there were very few military figures from the dynasty.

The blood-colored mist that permeates Loulan County is very easy to arouse the bloodlust and murderous intent in people's hearts, even if the time is strictly controlled, the martial artists who have entered the blood mist area will still be affected somewhat.

Flammable, irritable and explosive are common conditions.

If you want to eliminate the influence of the blood-colored mist, meditation and recuperation is a method, but it is only suitable for those martial artists whose hearts are more calm and whose personalities are originally inclined to be stable and calm.

For those warriors who are more fiery and belligerent, combat is a more effective method.

Through the battle, the warrior can vent the murderous intent and tyranny in his heart due to the influence of the blood mist, and then restore his original state.

This is the so-called, it is better to block than to sparse!

It is also for this reason that there will be a specially set up ring in the Nanda camp, and it is equipped with a master guard to prevent accidents.

Of course, the bottom line of this "accident" is quite low.

If you don't die, you don't destroy the foundation of martial arts.

Otherwise, for fear of bumping into it, it will be difficult to vent the killing intent and tyranny in the warrior's heart, so it is better to withdraw from the ring.

A year has been nearly enough for people to figure out the optimal frequency of entering the area of blood fog.

For a Qi Eater Realm martial artist, he has to rest for almost two and a half days after entering for a day;

The martial artists of the Bao Dan Realm can be much better, and they can generally stay in the blood mist for about three days in a row, but after they come out, it will take about four or five days to completely eliminate the influence of the blood mist.

Therefore, the warriors who came here, except for entering the blood mist to explore, stayed in the camp most of the time.

or cultivate, or eliminate the influence of blood mist through battle, and prepare for the next exploration.

It is also thanks to the generosity of the Great Yan Dynasty that the task rewards are attractive enough, otherwise I am afraid that there will not be many warriors here, being abused, and wasting time.

It is also for these reasons that the ring in the camp has basically never stopped, but there have never been many onlookers and cheers.

Such a big ring is enough for hundreds of people to catch and fight.

At this point, just go up and find someone to fight, no need to wait in line for the venue.

Everyone's time is precious, improve your cultivation and polish your combat skills, which one is not fragrant?

How can I have time to watch the drama every day and cheer for others?

Unless there is an occasional master who is famous in the camp, he will be qualified to be watched.

In recent months, though, things have changed.

Because, I don't know when, the disciples of the Qingyang Sect and the disciples of the South China Sea Sword Sect, who have the identity of half of the home field, riveted!

Nowadays, the cause of the incident is no longer important, the important thing is face, and it is a battle of will.

As long as the disciples of these two sects meet, they are really desperate to do things.

The battle is fierce and crazy on the one hand, and on the other hand, both sides are desperately trying to lose face for each other.

Once the fight is on, neither side will admit defeat until one side is knocked out of the ring or faints.

Fortunately, this is the Shangyao camp after all, and there are people from above to suppress it after all, so the battle between the disciples of the Qingyang Sect and the Nanhai Sword Sect is still under control.

Many people have been seriously injured, but no one has been disabled or lost their lives.

Eight... No, two of the seven super sects are riveted, which is naturally a rare drama for the disciples of other sects and scattered cultivators, how can they not shout a few times and arch the fire?

Anyway, isn't it a big deal to watch the excitement!

......

"Hey, this disciple of the Qingyang Sect is not very lucky today!"

Under the ring, Lu Xusheng held the long knife in his arms, frowned slightly, and sighed lightly.

A scar slanted across the side of his face, but it didn't make people feel ugly, but it added a special temperament to him, and with this murmuring sigh, it was even more infectious.

"Oh? I don't think so. ”

A faint voice sounded beside him, Lu Xusheng's heart froze, his pupils shrank, and he saw that there was already one more person beside him.

Although he looked at the face, the style of that exquisite robe was unknown to everyone in today's Nanda Camp.

Inner disciple of Qingyang Sect!

"Who is this man? It's so strong! It's not a loss to the Qingyang Sect! ”

Lu Xusheng was surprised in his heart, just at that moment, if the other party wanted to make a move, he didn't have time to react at all.

Just when Lu Xusheng was shocked, Luo Yi, Ma Mingwei and others had also arrived, nodded at Lu Xusheng and stood quietly beside Lin Chenxing, all of them one position behind.

Luo Yi glanced at the battle situation in the ring, his face became even more ugly, and he asked Lin Chenxing again: "Senior Brother Lin, do you want me to let someone else take action to fight next?" ”

Lin Chenxing didn't respond positively, he still calmly looked at the two figures fighting in the ring, and asked, "In the past, how did our Qingyang Sect disciples do when they encountered opponents who couldn't be defeated?" ”

Luo Yi said: "Fight to the end until you are exhausted or seriously injured and lose your combat effectiveness." ”

Since the riveting with the South China Sea Sword Faction, both sides have won and lost.

Needless to say, victory is self-defeating, but the defeated have never taken the initiative to admit defeat.

And the South China Sea Sword Sect will play the opponent when it has an advantage, so how can it simply knock the opponent out of the ring in order to lose the face of the Qingyang Sect?

Therefore, for the disciples of the two sects, once they encounter an opponent who cannot be beaten, the result is doomed:

Either fight to exhaustion, or be hit hard and lose combat effectiveness, there is no third possibility.

"Yes."

Lin Chenxing just replied and stopped talking, and Luo Yi naturally knew Lin Chenxing's plan and didn't say more.

What he said just now was just that he was afraid that the disciples on the field would lose too ugly, which would make Lin Chenxing, who had just taken office, look bad.

However, Lin Chenxing himself didn't care about this, so he naturally wouldn't insist anymore, and it was enough to show his attitude.

On the side, Lu Xusheng saw Luo Yi's actions, and a strong curiosity rose in his heart.

Who is this young man?

How can Luo Yi be treated so carefully, almost sycophancy?!

But he didn't think much of it, and his eyes quickly fell back to the ring.

Because at the Qingyang Sect and the South China Sea Sword Party, the other martial artists were happy to see the excitement, and the ring that could originally accommodate a hundred people to fight was empty, and it was completely reserved for the two who were fighting now.

Two figures, one tossing and turning, embarrassed;

The other person is standing on the side, his long hair is fluttering, his sword is pointing at him, and the controller has a ruler long sword weapon, turning into a streamer to attack wantonly, so it is not easy to be freehand.

The two are contrasted, and the judgment is made.

Tease!

It's all teasing!

It's no wonder that Luo Yi had a previous proposal.

Lin Chenxing looked at the battle in the ring, although his face was calm, there was already a coldness in his heart.

Not only because the disciple of the Qingyang Sect was teased, but also because this Qingyang disciple had a friendship with him.

Qi Si!

At this time, the disciple of the Qingyang Sect who was being teased by the people of the South China Sea Sword Sect was Qi Si, who had mentioned him when he was in the Qingyang Martial Academy.

The battle continued, and Qi Si still had the folding fan in his hand.

The fists and feet are fingers, and the moves are sharp, but unfortunately in the face of the flying sword attack that turned into a streamer, it seems so powerless.

Lin Chenxing could see that Qi Si's breakthrough through the Baodan Realm should be a matter of the past few days.

Cultivation has not yet been fully stabilized, let alone comprehending the rudiments of true meaning.

This time I went to the ring, probably to find someone to hone and stabilize my cultivation, but I didn't think about it, and I just bumped into someone from the South China Sea Sword Sect.

"Okay, although this ordeal may be a little more intense, it is enough for you to completely stabilize your cultivation." Lin Chenxing sighed lightly in his heart.

The people who fought together back then have long been far behind, but Qi Si can be regarded as one of the few people who chase closely.

In the voices of the onlookers cheering or sighing, there were dozens of wounds on Qi Si's body, although they were not too deep, but they were not shallow.

His robe was soaked with blood, and the stone under his feet was stained with blood.

Finally, when the flying sword turned into a streamer and pierced Qi Si's right leg again, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground.

Wang Yilong looked at Qi Si's miserable figure a few feet away, and there was a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

He frowned, pretending to be puzzled and asked, "Are you really a disciple of Qingyang?" I'm not even able to do anything, why did you fall? ”

Qi Si didn't speak.

His face was extremely pale, but he still had a faint smile, and he just looked at the other party, as if the dozens of wounds on his body did not exist.

Wang Yilong frowned.

That's a disgusting smile!

When the thought fell, he pointed at his sword, and the flying sword that was originally suspended in front of him turned into a streamer and shot towards Qi Si's face door again.

The annoying smiley face should be destroyed.

Although you can't kill people here, you can't destroy the foundation of martial arts, but...

Disfigurement is not forbidden!

Facing this sword, Qi Si's face was slightly sluggish, and his heart was bitter: "Ma Dan, it's a shame that my brother has a handsome face......"

On the edge of the ring, Luo Yi and the others saw this sword rushing straight towards Qi Si's face, and their faces also changed.

They didn't believe that the people of the South China Sea Sword Sect would dare to kill them, so what was the purpose of this sword?

Everyone knows that.

That's why they're even angrier.

Because, this is a slap in the face!

Luo Yi was subconsciously about to rush out, but suddenly stopped.

Because, the figure belonging to Lin Chenxing in front of him was gradually fading and dissipating.

At the same time, in the ring, there was an additional figure in front of Qi Si, with his back to Wang Yilong's direction.

Seeing that the streamer turned into a flying sword was about to pierce Lin Chenxing's heart, everyone found that the originally indestructible flying sword stopped behind him so slowly, and finally stood still.

"It seems that the disciples of the South China Sea Sword Sect have stayed after all!"

Someone said so, and there were people around who echoed it.

However, in the ring, Wang Yilong was like being slapped on the head, and the whole person was blinded.

He exerted all his strength, and the fingers of the sword were drawn again and again, but the flying sword that once drove him like an arm stopped there without moving.

It was like being clamped by a pair of invisible hands, unable to move.

Looking at Wang Yilong, who was in a cold sweat on his forehead in the ring, the people around him finally noticed that something was wrong.

And the disciples of the South China Sea Sword Sect who were originally looking good were also stunned, and for a while they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

As disciples of the super sect, they may be arrogant or arrogant, but they are definitely not stupid, and their eyesight is far beyond ordinary people.

At this time, no one would think that it was Wang Yilong who left his hand just now!

Everyone on and off the field was stunned, but Lin Chenxing ignored it.

He looked at Qi Si, smiled, and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see." ”

Qi Si was stunned and blinked his eyes again.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth rose, and his blood-stained right hand was barely raised, holding Lin Chenxing, "Long time no see." ”