Ling Jiuqiu slowly walked in front of the burly man, the small half of his face exposed under the mask was calm, and his eyes were full of indifference.

"Martial artists don't speak with strength, but they only play some indiscriminate small tricks, people like you are simply a shame among martial artists."

"If you don't have the guts to participate in the martial arts, just go back to your mother to drink milk, don't be embarrassed here!"

Jiuqiu's tone became a little excited, and finally evolved into a high-minded reprimand.

The burly man's face turned blue and white for a while, and the anger on his face almost erupted.

"You stinky boy!"

"Less nonsense! Either do it, or give me the honest one! Ling Jiuqiu scolded again.

"Good! Good! The burly man laughed angrily, "What a stinky boy with sharp teeth, you wait for me, if you meet in the ring, I will dismantle you!" Take your carcass and feed it to the dogs! ”

Seeing that the other party didn't dare to make a move, Ling Jiuqiu sneered, turned around and walked to the side directly, no longer paying attention to the other party.

The others saw that Ling Jiuqiu didn't act like a fledgling soft egg, but no one underestimated him, so they turned their heads away and ignored the two of them.

The burly man's face was extremely ugly.

But in the waiting area, he didn't dare to take the initiative at all, so he could only glance at Ling Jiuqiu with his knife-sharp eyes, and turned his head away.

Out of sight is out of sight.

Originally, such an act of disarming the newcomer was also a common practice in the Bafang Martial Arts Arena.

On the one hand, teasing newcomers for the sake of bad taste.

On the other hand, if the newcomer really takes the initiative to make a move under the stimulation of their words, he will definitely face the punishment of the Bafang Martial Arts Arena and be severely taught a lesson, which is likely to affect his next performance in the ring.

Coupled with being punished, it leads to an imbalance in mentality.

Ten points of strength may go to two or three points.

You must know that everyone here is a potential enemy, and the weakening of the enemy's strength is equivalent to increasing its own advantages in disguise.

But the burly man never expected it.

Ling Jiuqiu, such an immature young man, behaved so sophisticated and steady, and was not provoked by his words at all, but saw his thoughts for the first time, which in turn stimulated him.

Under the gaze of dozens of people, this young man not only did not give in to promises, but behaved so confidently and flamboyantly, so sophisticated and decisive, which made the burly man angry in his heart, and at the same time, he also recognized the trickiness of the other party.

This is no ordinary teenager!

Ling Jiuqiu didn't pay attention to the burly man's thoughts, and he didn't even take what he had just done to heart.

After reading some basic rules on the wall, he walked straight to the large window four or five meters square next to him and looked at the ring below.

In the ring at this time.

The two figures were rapidly intertwined, and the violent collision again and again made a thunderous sound, and blood continued to spurt out.

The battle was fierce and brutal.

Outside the square and spacious ring was a circle of stepped stands, on which sat hundreds of spectators, old and young, men and women, all of them flushed, waving the blue tickets in their hands, and shouting hoarsely.

"It is worthy of being called a strong man of the bloodthirsty butcher, and this one seems to be the butcher who is going to win again."

"He's won eight in a row, right? One more win is nine consecutive wins, and it is only one step away from ten consecutive wins to be promoted to star fighter! ”

"Thinking too much, it's not so easy, the tenth battle of any nine-game winning streak fighter must face a star fighter with a ten-game winning streak, otherwise why do you think there are so few star fighters?"

Listening to the discussion of everyone around him, Jiuqiu's eyes fell on a thin young man in the ring.

In what seemed to be a fierce battle, this man had a clear advantage, and his body was shrouded in a blood-colored wolf-like phantom, wandering around his opponent endlessly.

His claws almost turned into phantoms, landing on his opponent again and again, grabbing his body beyond recognition.

"Xuan-level Martial Soul Wind Wolf!"

"The Bafang Martial Arts Arena is worthy of being the land of the Hidden Dragon and the Crouching Tiger, and as soon as I came in, I saw the genius of the Xuan-level martial soul, maybe my two major martial souls will be upgraded in a short time."

"Even the third martial soul can be put on the agenda!"

The corners of Jiuqiu's mouth rose slightly.

In the ring below, the battles were one after another, and almost half of the dozen or so people that Ling Jiuqiu saw were Xuan-level martial spirits.

Although the other half is a yellow-level martial soul, his mastery of martial arts is not bad, almost to the point of perfection, which is enough to make up for the gap in martial souls.

After all, martial soul is only one of the factors that determine strength, not the only one, nor is it absolute.

In a word.

Those who have the confidence to participate in martial arts are the strongest in the same rank.

Either the martial arts are strong, or the martial soul is strong, or the combat experience is rich, or the number of long is long.

Just after a certain battle.

The host next to the ring said loudly: "The next battle is a thousand hands with a three-game winning streak, against the newcomer Chiyan!" ”

"Qianju's recent performance is obvious to all, he has won three consecutive victories, and each battle is to defeat the opponent within twenty moves, it can be seen that his strength has indeed improved by leaps and bounds, and many people even think that he may win ten consecutive victories in the next battle, so as to become a star fighter!"

At the same time as the host introduced, the surrounding audience shouted frantically, and the surging sound almost lifted the roof, shaking many people's eardrums with a faint pain.

Then he said:

"His opponent, Chi Yan, is a newcomer in the martial arts arena."

"As we all know, newcomers are the most unpredictable group in the Octagon Martial Arts Arena, they may be fledgling young geniuses, or they may be top powerhouses who have experienced a hundred battles."

"They may be easily defeated and have no power to resist, or they may be swept invincible and achieve a ten-game winning streak, or even a hundred-game winning streak!"

"They are synonymous with miracles!"

The cheers of the audience were even wilder.

"Please, a thousand hands! Red Flame! ”

As soon as the words fell, a shirtless short-haired young man jumped down from the waiting area and landed on the side of the ring.

"A thousand hands!"

"A thousand hands! A thousand hands!! ”

Countless shouts rang out.

Ling Jiuqiu also jumped down and landed on the opposite side of Qianshou.

At this time, he was wearing a light blue martial arts uniform and a light silver half-face mask, but many viewers could still see his approximate age from his body shape and the small half of his face exposed under the mask.

"It turned out to be a teenage chick, haha, a thousand hands, kill him!"

"A chick who hasn't grown up even has any hair, and he dares to fight in the ring, it's just looking for death!"

"A thousand hands! Kill him! Kill him! ”

The shouts of hundreds of people boiled like boiling water, stirring in the semi-enclosed arena.

Everyone knows that often fledgling teenagers are more susceptible to the influence of the environment, even if they have extremely strong strength, in the boos of everyone, they will be restrained, resulting in not being able to exert their full strength, and thus die in the hands of the other party.

And such a bloody scene is exactly what everyone wants to see the most!

In such a frenzied place, everyone's negative emotions are unscrupulously vented.

However.

Ling Jiuqiu stood in place expressionlessly, unmoved by the boos of the crowd.