After entering the eighth-rank iron bone realm, Fang Ping's meal volume was much higher than that of the ninth-grade time.

A table of more than a dozen dishes is simply not difficult for Fang Ping.

Just as a few people were stunned and gritted their teeth, Fang Ping ate all the dishes alone, and there was not even a mouthful of soup left.

After eating a round stomach and feeling refreshed, Fang Ping got up and arched his hand: "It's ugly!" ”

A few people???

"Good! I remember you kid! ”

"The mountains don't turn around, give Bai Yunfei face today, otherwise I won't let you out of the gate of Baifu!"

"He eats more than a dozen vicious dogs in my front yard combined."

"The outer city is flat! You will pay for your stupidity today. ”

Cruel words kept ringing out.

"Am I wrong? I'm not wrong, isn't this what the feasts look like? ”

Fang Ping shook his head and walked into the distance, said hello to Bai Yunfei and left.

Not far out of Baifu, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind.

When Fang Ping was approaching, a girl immediately jumped down, not someone else, it was Zheng Yue who was sitting next to Fang Ping just now.

"You did it on purpose! They just mocked you a few words, you are like this, don't you know who they are? They are all sons and daughters of big families in the inner city. ”

"That Lu Ziming is the son of the Lu family, one of the five great gentry in the inner city, that Sun Siyan is the young lady of the Sun family in the inner city, and several other people are also from extraordinary backgrounds, offended them, how can you gain a foothold in Shanyang County?"

Zheng Yue said in a hurry, obviously wanting Fang Ping to realize the seriousness of the problem.

"I don't understand, I'm here for dinner today, and eating is like this in our hometown."

"Then you can't ...... either"

Fang Ping walked away, he was in parallel with each other, why should he explain it to a woman.

Back in the house of Mouse Alley, the residual aura on Fang Ping's body attracted Fang Ying's attention.

"I'm going to dinner."

"Sauce elbow, braised pork, stewed beef brisket with potatoes, five-spiced roasted chicken, lotus seed porridge ......"

Fang Ping told Fang Ying frankly.

"Why didn't you take me there?" Fang Ying was envious.

"I'll take you there next time." Fang Ping sat on the bed and entered the meditation space to cultivate until the evening.

Two days later, at noon, the weather was overcast with dark clouds, and all signs indicated that a heavy rain was approaching Shanyang County.

Fang Ping entered the inner city gladiatorial arena without telling anyone.

The two nine-rank martial artists on the field were fighting to the death.

The winning side will receive a large bounty, while the losing side will most likely have their lives taken.

Fang Ping wore a bull's head mask and entered the reception room of the gladiatorial arena.

When the reception staff heard that Fang Ping was here to participate in the duel, they greeted him with a smile: "Dare to ask Your Excellency what kind of martial arts are you?" ”

"Eight pins!" Fang Ping hesitated and replied truthfully.

From the moment he followed Bai Yunfei to the gladiatorial arena that day, Fang Ping had the idea of sharpening his martial arts combat power in this gladiatorial arena.

Later, Fang Ping also inquired about the situation of the gladiatorial arena in the dart game, where he could earn a lot of bonuses.

High risk, high reward.

Fang Ping was walking darts in the dart game, that was to work for people, he couldn't save much silver taels at all, and he didn't have the rich life of Bai Yunfei who was born in a big family, so he had to come to this gladiatorial arena to give it a try.

This is also for the future.

There will be a qualitative leap after the martial arts enter the middle three grades, and the demand for various resources is also unimaginably huge.

"Eight pins? Your Excellency is an eight-rank martial artist? The reception staff gasped, and the smile on their faces turned into awe.

There are still very few eight-rank martial artists who take the initiative to come to the gladiatorial arena to fight, and martial artists of this level are also middle-to-upper masters in the inner city.

"Okay, I'll arrange a duel for your Excellency first, according to the rules of the gladiatorial arena, if you don't want to reveal your identity, we will come up with a nickname for you."

"Your bounty will then be determined based on the off-court bets and your wins."

The receptionist said eloquently, and then asked people to take Fang Ping to the armory in the gladiatorial arena.

The dim armory was full of weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and everything was available, Fang Ping was not very interested, so he chose a long knife casually.

In terms of practicality, knives are much easier to use than swords.

After waiting for an hour, the gladiatorial arena arranged a duel for Fang Ping.

Walking out of the long passage, Fang Ping entered the gladiatorial arena with a wide field of vision.

Speechlessly, his opponent was not a human, but two giant gray wolves with sharp armor.

This kind of giant gray wolf, which is as big as a cow and a horse, is not inferior to a nine-rank martial artist in combat power, and if the two ends are on it together, it can easily harvest the life of a high-grade martial artist.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"I've never seen this person, what's the matter?"

"It seems to be a newcomer, called the Bull Demon, and when I hear it, I know it's a nickname, and I don't want to reveal my true identity."

……

The noise in his ears boiled to the sky, Fang Ping's breath was long, and his heart was like an ancient well running the "turtle breath breath breathing technique".

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

The two giant gray wolves quickly turned into two hurricane winds and attacked Fang Ping.

"Too slow."

As soon as the Turtle Breath Breath Technique exhaled and breathed, the two giant gray wolves in Fang Ping's eyes slowed down by a factor of double.

The long knife was raised, Fang Ping's strength did not converge, and he slashed horizontally, slashing through the giant gray skull, and the blood gushed like a spring, stimulating everyone in the audience.

As he turned around, Fang Ping raised his left hand and slapped it on the face of another giant gray wolf, sending it flying a few meters away.

Without waiting for the beast to get up, Fang Ping strode forward and slashed down.

Ten before and after he couldn't breathe, Fang Ping quickly eliminated the two giant gray wolves.

The three words of fast and accurate are vividly reflected in Fang Ping.

This is also the foundation he has accumulated in the visualization battle in the visualization space.

"Horror! That's two giant gray wolves, one can kill the Nine Rank Martial Artists, is the strength of this bull demon so terrifying? ”

"The gladiatorial arena did not announce the martial arts cultivation of this bull demon, but I deduce that he is 100% of the cultivation of the eighth grade of martial arts, otherwise it would be impossible to kill two giant gray wolves so easily."

……

When the audience was boiling, the figures sitting in different private rooms also opened their eyes wide.

"Send someone to inquire about the origin of this bull demon, and if you can, woo it."

"Go and tell this bull demon that my Zhou family is willing to pay one hundred taels of silver a month and invite him to come to my Zhou family as a nurse."

"Eight pins? Holding the name card of the old man, he said that the old man will hold a banquet in the drunken incense building tonight to entertain him! ”

……

In the gladiatorial arena, Fang Ping stood bored.

He hadn't warmed up yet, and it was over.

Back in the reception room of the gladiatorial arena, Fang Ping got the bonus.

"Just a tael of silver?" Fang Ping asked loudly.

The receptionist hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, Your Excellency. ”

"You are an eight-rank martial artist, killing two giant gray wolves is a sure thing, a bounty of one or two silvers is a lot, and this battle is more used to prove that you have the combat power of the eight-rank martial arts."

Fang Ping deliberately disguised himself as an explosive and irritable temperament: "It's better to be like this, Master Niu, I'm not a fool, if you dare to fool me, just wait for the corpse to be on the street." ”

"Master Niu, what you said, you are satisfied with the bread."

The reception staff looked through the list with sincere fear: "There is." ”

"This mad knife is the eighth grade of martial arts, winning thirty-two in a row, he is a well-known fierce man in the gladiatorial arena, and the mad blood knife method in one hand is unstoppable, if you can defeat him, the prize will not be less than fifty taels!"