While waiting for the opening, people entered the arena one after another, and the fighting room, which was originally a pin drop, gradually became noisy.

"The psychic building is really good, this can be done. ”

"Yes, yes, the entire fighting room is all made of diamond rock, such a big hand, I didn't even hear a little wind before. ”

"I'd heard it before, but I thought it was nonsense, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"I heard that it was done by the young master of the Psychic Building, which aims to provide a platform for monks to exchange ideas with each other. ”

"Hey, don't talk about this, have you heard? It was actually a Yuan Infant Monk and a Foundation Building Period Monk who were fighting. ”

"What is this more than what? Is it an obvious result? What is the psychic building doing? It won't kill people just after they come, right?"

"Hey, whatever, it seems that you can bet over there, go, win two today, maybe the flying sword you are optimistic about will be in your hands." ”

The surrounding noise clearly fell into Xiang Yang's ears, and Xiang Yang's heart lake, which had been tempered and calm for many years, was surging with an undercurrent at this time.

I was quite grateful to Xiao Lin just now, thinking that the other party was delaying time for himself, what's the matter, he is also a person from the Psychic Building, although he is just an anatomist, there is nothing wrong with him.

But I thought too much about myself, and it turned out that I was just using myself to do propaganda, which is ridiculous and pathetic.

"Sunward, sunny. The anxious and panicked voice came from far and near, interrupting Xiang Yang's thoughts.

The person who came was Dai Luluo, who had been out for five days, Yun Di and Huo Jianxin had already greeted her, and were anxiously asking something, but she ignored it, passed the two, and hurriedly came to Xiang Yang.

"What's the matter? Why did you compete with the Yuanying Monk? Have you lived enough?"

Her eyes swept indifferently over Yun Di and Huo Jianxin on the side, the condemnation in her eyes was obvious, blaming them for not stopping Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang stared at the two of them in front of him, a little incredulous, the little girl who was still beautiful when she went out, came back like this: her hair was messy, her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and her clothes were tattered, which was miserable.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Xiang Yang in a deep voice.

"They deceived people so much that they got into a fight. Dai Luluo didn't care about replying, and then tried to persuade Xiang Yang, "If you can't compare with him, you will die, hurry up and cancel the ring match." ”

"Don't worry, they're bullying too much, and I want to fight too. "The sun and clouds are light and the wind is light.

After finishing speaking, he turned around, but his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists, deceiving people too much, bullying people too much, bullying people too much!

"Xiangyang!" the three of Dai Luluo shouted uneasily.

"If I can win, I will win. Xiang Yang turned around and smiled comfortingly, "Trust me." ”

When he turned around again, Xiang Yang, who had his back to the three of them, his face was cloudy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yun Di, bet all our spirit stones on it, and bet on me to win." ”

Since you want to gamble, then bet on the big one, and look down on me, and let you lose your money.

"Okay, I'll go. Yun Di turned around and left without the slightest hesitation, not that he didn't care about these spirit stones, but that Xiang Yang never lost his words and never did anything he was not sure of.

Between a few ups and downs of Xiangyang, she landed in the middle of the ring, she didn't want to wait any longer, she urgently needed to vent now, what to plan and then move, what to do, to hell with it!

What's wrong with being weak? What do you have to do with others? Because you are weak, you have to be at the mercy of others? Because you are weak, you can be trampled on by others? Because you are weak, you can be trampled into the dust? What is the reason? And who sets the rules?

Along the way, too many tribulations, too many hardships, too many grievances, and the long-accumulated depression and resentment gushed out, clamoring to find an exit.

Xiang Yang, who has been holding back, is about to be driven crazy, and she doesn't plan to restrain them anymore, let them roar, destroy, and devour the injustice in front of her.

Xiang Yang was dressed in a short fight, carrying a long sword, hanging a gourd on his waist, standing alone in the center of the ring, silent, unmoving, slightly thin figure, but bursting out with earth-shattering momentum.

Gradually, in the stands, more and more people noticed Xiang Yang, and the discussion gradually weakened.

The man who was too bored and pretending to sleep noticed that the atmosphere was abnormal, opened his eyes, and saw Xiang Yang, who was already standing in the ring.

The right palm slapped the armrest, the body rose into the air, and the legs kicked a few times in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they landed on the opposite side of Xiangyang.

"Little girl, wait until you are hurt by the uncle, remember to beg for mercy, the uncle is a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade. The man didn't notice that something was wrong with Xiang Yang, and he laughed to himself.

The people in the stands listened to the man's words, either laughing or disdainful. No matter what it is, they all have an identity, that is, spectators who spend money for entertainment, who lives and who dies, who hurts and who wins, has nothing to do with them, but is just a pastime when they are bored.

"Psychic Building, the beginning of the ring, the two sides of the competition are self-styled and cultivated, and they fight with pure physical strength. Kobayashi's voice resounded throughout the fight room, signaling that the ring match was about to begin.

"What? It's not a confrontation of cultivation, but a confrontation of strength? What are you kidding?" the monk in the stands was surprised when he heard this.

"That is, cultivators are not better than trying to cultivate, but they have to collide like barbarians, what kind of system will they become. ”

"What's there? It's free, and you don't look at it. Besides, is there a difference in cultivation or strength? The physical strength of the Yuanying Monk should not be underestimated, how can a small Foundation Building Monk be comparable?"

Xiao Lin ignored the surrounding voices and shouted loudly: "The ring match, start." ”

"Ahh

The man didn't expect Xiang Yang's attack to come so quickly, and after being stunned for a while, he easily dodged it, and said indiscriminately: "Little girl, it's very spicy, I like it." ”

Xiang Yang's move was fruitless, he turned around, and with a dense fist, he attacked the man with his head and face, and the man coped with the past easily.

"With this ability, do you still want to win against me, uncle? I advise you, it's better to admit defeat, hahaha......"

Even if you don't practice your physique, your physique will improve qualitatively if you reach the primordial infant stage. What's more, the higher the cultivation, the scope of insight and spiritual consciousness is not something Xiang Yang can imagine, it is impossible to meet the other party, how can he win? Xiang Yang thought too simply.

Dongfang Zhengyang and the master of the psychic building also came to the fighting room at some point.

"Refining the body of copper, close to the treasure, with its own strengths, to the other's shortcomings, I didn't expect that this girl has a bit of brains. "The master of the psychic building saw through Xiang Yang's plan.

"A little cleverness, empty of a brute of courage, will be defeated. Dongfang Zhengyang said disapprovingly.

Xiangyang tried all his tricks, but he didn't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes, and the other party was like teasing cats and dogs, and he was going around with himself.

Xiang Yang stopped his fast-moving body, "inhale, exhale......" tried to calm his rapid breathing, and slowly untied the long sword that never left his body behind him.

"Yun Di, come on!" shouted and threw it in the direction where the three of them were.

"Hum~" The long sword flew towards Yun Di with its own sound effect, Yun Di stretched out his right hand and held it at will, but he didn't want to, the long sword smashed into his body, and directly brought it to the ground, Yun Di was smashed and grinned.

"Fuck, it's so heavy! Carrying this every day, perverted!" Yun Di held the sword in both hands, and used all his strength to barely stand up.

Yes, the long sword that Song Lao gave to Xiangyang was a heavy sword, and when she first started carrying it, she was overwhelmed and quite uncomfortable, so she carried it all year round, no matter where she was or what she was doing, she never took it off until she was used to it.

Three months ago, he even used his own savings to tailor a matching scabbard for the long sword, the material is Xuanyang iron, the density is large, the weight is several times that of the long sword, and it has just recently adapted.

Dai Luluo and Huo Jianxin's eyes never left Xiang Yang in the field, but Yun Di's words were listened to word for word. Yun Di stood on the ground with his sword, only holding it carefully, and also looked in the direction of the ring.

The heart lake of the three of them was stirred up by this heavy sword. This sword is so heavy, even if it is lost on the island, Xiang Yang has never taken it off while fleeing.

All along, the three of them have worked hard, everything is very hard, they thought they had reached the limit, but they didn't expect that they were just moved by themselves, compared to Xiangyang, they have not done enough.

"Whether you have the ability or not, you will know only after comparing it. Xiang Yang lowered his body and rushed towards the man again with lightning speed.

Looking at Xiang Yang, whose speed had increased several times, the man put away his casual posture and waited for it.

Although Xiangyang's speed has become faster, it is still a little close, and there is nothing to do about it.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang, who missed the blow, twisted his body halfway and punched the man with his back to him, although the man found it, he still couldn't dodge and was hit in the right shoulder.

Xiang Yang's body training is close to the treasure, a punch is as heavy as a thousand catties, the man has not practiced his body, no matter how strong his body is, he is not as strong as Xiang Yang, and he was smashed by Xiang Yang and staggered a few steps before stopping.

This move made everyone in the stands boil again.

"Wow, hit, hit. ”

"This kid can!

"What boy? It's a woman dressed as a man!"

"Women's exercises?"

"Look, the man is getting serious. ”

The man slowly turned to Xiang Yang, the anger in his eyes shot towards Xiang Yang like substance, he was a dignified infant monk, he was beaten by a foundation building monk, and it was a woman, and in the end, even if he won, it would be a shame.

"Hmph, don't eat the toast, eat the penalty wine, it's too late for you to admit defeat now. The man clenched his fist and said ruthlessly.

Xiang Yang straightened his back and patted the gourd on his waist, "The wine is enough, keep it for yourself." ”

The man always thought that he was the leader in this fight, and he was in control of how to fight and how to end it, and the reason why he agreed to this fight was just a whim and teasing the other party.

So, from the beginning he has been dodging and did not take it seriously, but now ......

The man had no more extra nonsense, and rushed towards Xiangyang at a faster speed than Xiangyang.