Shen Ruoyu ignored Yang Zhao, who was in the circle behind him, and looked at the old man opposite coldly.

"What's the matter with the skin?"

The little old man didn't know where to touch the piece of paper, shook his hand, and the paper suddenly turned into a skin with black blood stains and dry hair, and strange words were still muttering everywhere on the skin.

He handed the skin to Shen Ruoyu.

"There are words on this, you can see for yourself, I didn't lie to anyone at all."

Shen Ruoyu glanced at it and didn't answer at all.

"I don't recognize the words on it."

"No, how can you not know it, how can you not know it? This is the language of the Bunch, our Bunker Clan......"

As he spoke, the old man's voice became quieter, and at last the words turned around his mouth several times, and he couldn't spit them out.

Immediately, he looked at Shen Ruoyu viciously, and his tone was stained with impatience.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll scare this little girl at most, she won't lose anything, why are you so angry?"

He shook the skin and didn't know where to throw it, and began to coax the ghosts behind him who were not too old to look at the excitement.

"Scattered, scattered, scattered, what to see, what to fight, should fight, should gamble, hurry up and press money, see what I do!"

Without looking back, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as the old man disappeared, the whole tower suddenly became lively, and all kinds of unsightly voices echoed in the tower one after another.

"Yo yo yo, let's go, I thought you two were going to go to the ring to fight."

"Isn't it, I've already set up this gambling game, and someone has already placed bets, so you actually show us this?"

"I've long been tired of watching these three-legged cats in the foundation building period every day, and I thought that today I could open the meat and recall the past, who knew that there was actually one who was cowardly, really his grandmother's bad luck!"

Yang Zhao was stunned by this change.

"Master, he, he ran away, no, just now he ...... Who messed with him? Raw so atmospheric? ”

You must know that although this old man was soft on his lips when he faced Shen Ruoyu's Lei Fa just now, he was still hippie and smiling, but looking at his annoyed and angry attitude, Yang Zhaozhen didn't know which sentence poked him.

Shen Ruoyu saw a hint of sympathy in his dark eyes.

"Let's go, go down."

He didn't want to be regarded as a monkey for people to watch, so he took Yang Zhao and descended to the tower.

Yang Zhao glanced around with some fear, and followed closely less than a meter behind Shen Ruoyu, wanting a sense of security.

If it weren't for the difference between humans and ghosts, Yang Zhao couldn't wait to hold Shen Ruoyu's arm.

After waiting for her feet to be on the ground, Yang Zhao looked at the bright gate behind her, and stomped on the solid floor under her feet, and felt a little confident in her heart, the distance between her and Shen Ruoyu's ancestor increased from one meter to one meter.

As soon as he had confidence in his heart, Yang Zhao began to be curious about the old man's affairs.

"Yes, what happened to that old man just now?"

The fight in the ring started again, and Shen Ruoyu watched with interest, not wanting to deal with Yang Zhao.

The more Shen Ruoyu didn't say anything, the more interested Yang Zhao became, just like a kitten's paw kept playing on the tip of her heart, feeling that she was scratching her ears and cheeks a little.

"That ancestor, is it because the tower is someone else's territory and it's not easy to talk? Why don't we go out and talk about it later? ”

Shen Ruoyu found two big silver snails out of nowhere.

"If you're okay, you might as well look at the ring more, knowing that you're going to be in the ring tomorrow."

"Huh?"

If Shen Ruoyu didn't mention it, Yang Zhao wanted to fool this matter.

"Master, I, I'm really good."

Shen Ruoyu turned the silver snail leisurely.

"Is that still fake? The cultivation you are now all over your body is fueled by the three of us, and the foundation is destined to be unstable, don't you know? ”

"If the foundation is unstable, you have to work hard to consolidate it, otherwise who would dare to live in such a house. Your foundation is unstable now, and you have to build it up. ”

Yang Zhao looked at the ring for a while, and a little fear inevitably appeared in his eyes.

The reason is also very simple, Yang Zhao, a monk who graduated from a one-month crash course, is not the same as a person like someone who has stayed in the foundation building period for several years and has risen to the threshold of Yudan by his own efforts.

Don't look at this tower full of ghosts, they all say that these fights in the ring are the kung fu of three-legged cats, and they can't get on the big stage.

But it depends on who she is facing, in Yang Zhao's opinion, there are ten rings up and down, and none of the people who fight in the ring can be shaken by her.

That's the real kung fu that takes time.

The two people in the ring in front of them, since the venue was not big for cultivators, the two of them were fighting in a small area.

There are afterimages between gestures, all kinds of spells, spells, and magic weapons can attack each other from unexpected usages and angles, and many inconspicuous small tricks can bring out a string of blood flowers to the opponent and knock the enemy off the ring.

In the ring, he pays attention to not letting his father in the court, raising his hand mercilessly, and the main thing is a truth.

Yang Zhao was a little apprehensive, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes when he watched the ring, for fear of missing something.

In this way, Yang Zhao's eyes are not enough.

In front of others, saying that Yang Zhao is a child is all exalting her.

Bringing myself into it, a cold sweat broke out all at once.

"Master, you let me go up, the odds of winning are three or seven points, three punches, and my first seven."

Yang Zhao's tone inevitably brought coquettishness.

"Master~~, what kind of disciple is a good disciple? That must be a living disciple, the dead can only occupy a place for nothing and slowly decay, but the living disciple can run, jump and eat by himself, how cute. ”

"You don't have a choice for this, you don't have to go to the ring? I'll throw it at you, and you'll have to do it. ”

Shen Ruoyu looked at the ring faintly.

"Don't you think that the reason why we came a few days late is that God can't stand it, and it gives you time to lay a solid foundation in the ring."

"This, why is this still related to metaphysics?" Yang Zhao faced Shen Ruoyu's resolute attitude, and did not dare to refute loudly, only dared to mumble quietly behind him.

"When I got to the ring, it wasn't much stronger than the sandbag, and the scars that had just faded had to be added, and my efforts were in vain."

But anyway? The matter of going to the ring is decided.

Although Yang Zhao had complaints in his heart, he also knew that Shen Ruoyu was for her good.

Although the attitude is a bit tough, the heart is definitely good, and the path is definitely right.

Besides, no one is your parent, so you have to take care of your emotions.

Yang Zhao has known since he went to school that someone can guide you one or two is a great favor, not to mention Shen Ruoyu's escort-like guidance, which is simply a good thing that others can't ask for no matter how much money they have.

(End of chapter)