"I'll do this prison fight!"

Feng Jingyun's voice was not too loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear clearly. ，

The crowd looked at Feng Jingyun, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, such a handsome young man, he actually wanted to fight with the scorpion tiger?

It can be said that every person who stepped into the prison to fight in prison was not weak, they didn't dare to joke with their lives, and only did they do it if they really had a certain certainty, but even so, there were still twenty-eight people who died in the hands of the manticore, and it can be seen from here how strong the manticore is.

It is very difficult for a spirit-level triple martial cultivator to defeat the manticore.

As for people below the spirit level of the third level, there is no need to think about it, so the other party dares to offer a sky-high price of one hundred medium-grade essence stones, and it is impossible for anyone to get it.

Yuan Guodou and the others all showed a cold smile when they saw Feng Jingyun standing up, it seemed that another human was going to die in the beast arena.

"It's a pity, those who want to see the leader of the World Alliance humiliate him are probably going to be disappointed. ”

The man in yellow smiled coldly, the wind was clear, and he actually wanted to imprison the manticore lion and look for death.

"A pariah is a pariah, and he doesn't want his life for the sake of a mere fine stone, but that cheap life is not worth much. ”

"What, do you want to fight here?" Cheng Qiang took the lead in coming to the man in yellow and said coldly, and the other three directly drew their weapons and pointed at the opposite side.

Feng Jingyun's eyes turned and glanced at a few people, a few people put away their weapons, Feng Jingyun's eyes fell on the body of the young man in yellow, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"The Beast Arena, which allows prisoner fights between people, and they provide prisons, do you want to try it with me?"

Feng Jingyun's voice was as loud as the young man in yellow, and how many people heard what the young man in yellow said, how many people's ears did Feng Jingyun's words reach.

His face stiffened slightly, and the young man in yellow did not answer.

"Don't dare to fight, what kind of fart are you putting there? Waste, except for a mouth that can say big things, what other skills do you have!"

There was a strong irony in Feng Jingyun's tone, which made the young man in yellow stare there, feeling the strange gaze coming from around him, he exuded coldness all over his body, and stared at Feng Jingyun coldly.

"Haha, how do you say that? Oh, yes, it's called a coward!"

Cheng Qiang laughed and said to a few people, his voice was particularly harsh,,。

Without paying any attention to the other party, Feng Jingyun raised his steps and walked to the old man outside the prison door, and several people behind him shouted "Come on, boss, come on, boss", which made the young man in yellow look disdainful for a while.

I saw that the old man immediately opened the prison door and let the wind and clouds enter it.

Feng Jingyun stepped into the prison door, and suddenly felt a depressing aura, as if he was bound in a cage, this feeling was very uncomfortable.

When the manticore saw Feng Jingyun walking in, he immediately let out a low roar.

Demon spirit beasts already have wisdom, they know very well who the enemy is, and they also know that as long as they don't kill Feng Jingyun, the one who dies is itself.

The little eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a sharp cold light, and the body of the scorpion lion slowly squirmed towards Lin Feng.

Feng Jingyun strode towards the manticore lion very indifferently, his steps were steady, his eyes were calm, and he didn't need to be nervous.

At this moment, the huge body of the manticore suddenly jumped up and flew towards Feng Jingyun, compared to the squirming just now, its speed at this moment did not know how much faster.

"Star Phantom Palm!"

Feng Jingyun's hands trembled, and suddenly, the palm prints were all over the sky, roaring out, with his perverted comprehension of martial arts, Feng Jingyun's random blow was enough to kill ordinary people below the spirit level.

When the scorpion saw the palm prints in the sky, he didn't dodge or dodge, and the cold scythe claws cut through the palm prints, and even broke many palm prints directly, which was extremely sharp.

Of course, it is impossible for the manticore lion to break it all, and there are still a lot of palm prints bombarded on it, making the scorpion lion let out a few low roars, and its huge body also landed on the ground, but to Feng Jingyun's surprise, it was directly attacked by the star phantom palm, and the manticore lion did not need to be hurt at all.

"Sure enough, it's a perverted defense. ”

Feng Jingyun said secretly, no wonder he was able to kill twenty-eight martial cultivators.

A low roar came from the mouth of the scorpion tiger, the small eyes became colder and colder, the body trembled, and the huge body pounced towards the wind and clouds again.

Feng Jingyun didn't use the Star Phantom Palm again this time, but sacrificed the Purple Electric Blue Frost Sword, and suddenly, the pale yellow sword qi was swallowing on Feng Jingyun's blade, and a sword qi directly locked the body of the scorpion tiger.

"Roaring ......"

Sensing the sharp sword momentum, the scorpion lion let out a loud roar in the air, and the sharp claws of the scythe were like sharp blades, cutting towards Feng Jingyun's head.

If he was hit, I was afraid that Feng Jingyun's body would be cut open in an instant and split in two.

At this time, I saw Feng Jingyun's footsteps move slightly, and his body deviated, so that his body would not be all within the attack range of the manticore, and his purple electric green frost sword slowly rose up at this time, heading towards the scorpion lion's scythe claws.

"What is he doing?"

"With that sword against the claws of the manticore? This guy is crazy and dead. ”

The crowd looked stunned when they saw this scene, many people had seen the battle of the manticore, and many people were directly disemboweled by the scorpion's sickle claws, and those sharp claws were sharper than swords.

At this time, Feng Jingyun's sword finally collided with the scythe claw of the manticore, and the sword qi burst out with a brilliant white light,,。

What shocked the crowd was that Feng Jingyun was not only unscathed, but the manticore lion actually let out a low roar, as if it was in pain.

"How is that possible? How can his sword be sharper than the claws of a manticore?"

The crowd's eyes twitched, revealing an incredulous look.

But at this time, Feng Jingyun's body was bullied and approached, and he actually wanted to melee with the demon beast manticore, and it was another slash, directly slashing at the manticore, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder.

"Click!"

A bone-cracking sound came out, brown blood splashed, and a deep blood mark appeared on the body of the scorpion lion, which was cut open by Feng Jingyun's palm.

"What a terrifying sword qi, that pale yellow light that is swallowed, it is sword intent, sharper than a sword!"

The crowd looked at Feng Jingyun in shock, this young man was too terrifying, the previous people couldn't break through the defense of the manticore lion even if they tried their best, but Feng Jingyun did it easily.

On the stands, Yuan Guodou and the young man in yellow and others also fixed their eyes there, their faces gloomy, obviously they didn't expect Feng Jingyun to be so powerful.

"Sure enough, that time in the forest was pretending to be a fool, it must have been to get close to Shi Ningning!"

The corners of Yuan Guodou's eyes twitched, that day, he called him a fool and looked down on Feng Jingyun, but now he found that Feng Jingyun's achievements in the pursuit of strength were much stronger than him, and they were not comparable to him at all.

Feng Jingyun naturally did not naturally feel the thoughts of the crowd at this time, and his mind all hit the body of the manticore, or rather, hit the palm of his hand.

Sword intent and sword qi were fused into one, and his palm was also incorporated into a sword, although it could not be as terrifying as using a sword, but the power was still extremely strong.

Every time Feng Jingyun raised his sword and fell, it would bring up a trace of blood, leaving a trace on the body of the manticore.

"Whew......"

In a short time, the manticore's body was already bloodstained, and it let out a crazy roar.

"I won't play with you anymore. ”

Feng Jingyun's eyes flashed, and his body approached again, and then, with a palm split, the heroic man bloomed, and on top of Feng Jingyun's purple electric green frost sword, it was actually covered with a sword of nothingness, this sword cut off, and the head of the scorpion lion was directly broken from it, killing in an instant, so that everyone's eyes were all fixed there.

"Huh......" The crowd took a deep breath, and secretly thought in their hearts: "What a perverted strength, just now, he was actually practicing swords with a scorpion lion." ”

"You've won, here are a hundred medium-grade fine stones. ”

The old man walked into the prison and handed the fine stone to Feng Jingyun, who was very unceremonious and directly subordinate, and then stepped towards the outside of the prison.

At the same time, Feng Jingyun's eyes glanced slightly at the prison next to him, the battle of the slave martial arts was also over, this time, it was the slave martial arts who was defeated and wiped out.

Moreover, there is an iron door in the middle of these two prisons, and as long as they are opened, the two prisons will be connected together.

Walking out of the prison, Feng Jingyun actually felt a little comfortable, and it was really depressing and uncomfortable.

Returning to his seat, Feng Jingyun glanced at the young man in yellow and the others lightly, and then sat down,,。

In the prison arena, the old man just now took out another demon beast, and on the other side, there was also an old man who walked out with a slave Wu Xiu.

This slave Wu Xiu's hair was extremely messy, covering all his face, and his feet were shackled, and he kept making noises when he walked.

When they fought, they already suffered.

When Slave Wu Xiu raised his head, his messy hair spread out slightly, revealing the slave brand on his face!

Extinguish!

This word-destroying slave seal crisscrossed the face of this slave Wu Xiu, making him unrecognizable and unable to distinguish his original appearance.

Coupled with the messy hair and the shackles on his body, this slave martial arts cultivator had a strong aura and looked particularly hideous.

However, his black eyes were extremely sharp, and just that gaze made people's hearts tremble.

"It's cold!"

When the crowd saw those eyes, their hearts trembled, the slave martial arts in the prison arena were all some outlaw slave martial cultivators, grinding on the edge of life and death all day long, very powerful, if they could be used for their own purposes, it would be very good, therefore, once there was a slave martial arts cultivator from the prison arena in each auction, it would definitely lead to a scramble.

Feng Jingyun frowned slightly, what a cruel method, I don't know where these slaves came from, and they still have to brand slave marks on their faces, the whole person is unrecognizable, even if he escapes, he will not be able to be an upright person in the future, he can only live in the dark.

"This slave spirit level one recultivation to, the record of sixteen wins, prisoner fighter, if the same realm defeats him, reward twenty medium-grade fine stones, as for the spirit level one recultivation of the prisoner fighter, win will reward one hundred medium-grade fine stones. ”

The old man who led the slave martial arts into the prison arena spoke, making everyone's eyes stare at each other, the sixteen victorious slave martial arts cultivators won twelve fewer than the manticore, but if the prisoner fighters win, the reward is the same, it can be seen from here that the people in the prison arena have stronger confidence in this slave martial arts than the manticore.

"Yuan Guodou, this slave's cultivation is the same as yours. ”

At this time, the young man in yellow not far behind Feng Jingyun said to Yuan Guodou, making Yuan Guodou's eyes stagnate, ponder for a moment, and then nodded: "I'll go." ”

"Good. A smile appeared on the face of the young man in yellow, and he saw Yuan Guodou stand up, come to the stairs, take a few steps, reach the outside of the cage, and nod slightly at the old man.

The old man saw Yuan Guodou's brows frowning slightly, and said, "This slave martial cultivator, although he is only at the spirit level, is very powerful, are you sure you want to fight prisoners?"

"Yes. Yuan Guodou nodded affirmatively, and the old man let Yuan Guodou step into the prison arena.

"Hmph. ”

On the stands, Wan Xing snorted coldly, seemingly a little displeased.

Feng Jingyun was also a little strange, the old man would actually remind Yuan Guodou that when he entered the prison and fought with the manticore, no one reminded him that the scorpion lion was very powerful.

"Boss, that slave martial artist is going to be unlucky. ”

At this time, Cheng Qiang spoke, making Feng Jingyun look at him a little strangely, and asked: "How can I see it, I have seen his strength, and there is nothing special, I don't think he is necessarily the opponent of this slave martial cultivator." ”