"Demon Bird!"

Zhang Bufan's scalp was a little numb, and with a chirp, a vulture hovered in the sky and was about to attack.

Leaping up and confronting a demon bird in the air, although Zhang Bufan was confident, he was not brainless to this point.

It's been ten days.

This is the tenth day that Zhang Bufan has entered this Colosseum.

Every day, a monster will be released.

Either kill the monster or be killed.

There should be these two options, anyway, Zhang Bufan has not tried other possibilities.

Food and water all come from the monsters that have been killed.

Fortunately, the Food God Ding can still be used, otherwise you would really have to live a life of drinking blood.

When I was sleepy, I fell asleep, and in my free time, in addition to meditating and practicing the "Brahma Formula", I was pondering martial arts and swordsmanship.

Life is so filled, simple and fulfilling.

Zhang Bufan did not feel imprisoned, although the environment he was in was indeed a cage.

Fortunately, Zhang Bufan never thought about the problem of escaping.

Fighting, sword training, sword training, fighting, sword training, sword training, everything in the brain is occupied by these few words.

With such a career, Zhang Bufan does not feel bored.

On the contrary, as the battle continued, and the continuous comprehension of swordsmanship, Zhang Bufan was like a new good plaything, and he couldn't stop.

Moreover, because I have to face a life-and-death battle every day, I don't have time to think about anything else.

Fight, fight to the death!

Otherwise, it can only become food for the mouth of the demon beast, just like Zhang Bufan cutting the demon beast and selecting ingredients on its corpse.

In the Colosseum, such a bloody law is practiced.

The strong are born, and the weak become the nutrients in the womb of the winner.

In order to survive, Zhang Bufan had to reasonably arrange every moment of his life.

Cultivation, penance, in order to improve even a little bit of strength.

Summing up the lessons and refining the most suitable parts of the martial arts, any detail may mean death.

In battle, there is nothing wrong with using everything that can be turned into a victory, and the details determine success or failure.

There have been several times when Zhang Bufan has defeated a powerful demon beast because of his better handling of details.

Reducing injuries in battle, and shedding one less drop of blood the day before, means that the next day's battle will be a little stronger.

There has never been a day when Zhang Bufan has faced such a huge threat and pressure in his life.

This pressure is so great that even the space for thinking is lost.

However, it is precisely because of this pressure that Zhang Bufan entered a special situation without distraction.

Forget the pressures and threats, forget the environment you are in, and forget where you are coming from and where you are going.

I didn't notice that every day I was improving, and my strength was growing by leaps and bounds.

I didn't even notice that the swordsmanship had been cultivated to an extreme, and he had already comprehended the basic sword intent.

The sword intent is not strong, comparable to the level of Li Mubai, one of the four sons of Yandu, when he was exploring.

But, after all, it is the sword intent that has been cultivated, and it is the real sword intent!

Before I knew it, ten days had passed.

However, what does it mean that a demon bird appears in the Colosseum?

Can it be more shameless?

The demon beast came up to deliver the food, and it hurt to be beaten, so it went to the demon bird?

Although Zhang Bufan had never met the owner of the Colosseum, he instinctively felt that the Colosseum was still in normal operation.

Otherwise, what's the deal with all those cheers and screams that are faintly visible?

The regular appearance of demon beasts, what's going on?

In this way, Zhang Bufan remembered an allusion from his previous life.

That is the legend of Wei Zheng, a famous minister of the Tang Dynasty, who slayed the dragon in his dream.

"Perhaps, in this dream of the Colosseum, in a special way, I traveled through and fought...... Or maybe this Colosseum is in my dreams!"

Vaguely, an idea flashed away.

However, the demon bird above his head was ready to go, and under pressure, the thought just now was only a short-term thought.

"Vultures are the most patient!"

Zhang Bufan was not flustered, and countless life-and-death battles made him extremely calm.

The experience of continuously killing demon beasts made him still full of confidence when facing demon birds that were stronger than his own realm.

There are several times in the middle, and it is obviously at a disadvantage, and the strength is not superior.

But the ultimate winner is still his own.

When it comes to spiritual wisdom, these low-level demon beasts and demon birds are indeed not inferior to human beings.

But when it comes to strategy and combat experience, these monsters can't compare to themselves.

The crystallization of the wisdom of the Chinese civilization is far from what these demon beasts that are equivalent to the strength of the Qi refining period can imagine.

"Hey...... If they didn't rely on this kind of inferior intelligence, but relied on the instincts of demon beasts to fight, I really might not be able to get them!"

The so-called being in the game without knowing it is this truth.

For these demon beasts, against an opponent like Zhang Bufan, it is far more useful to crush it strongly than to be clever.

However, as a fundamental metamorphosis that distinguishes it from the beast, wisdom and spirituality are the most fundamental differences.

Where are they not being put to good use?

On the contrary, Zhang Bufan prefers instinctive fighting.

Sharpening his martial arts, coupled with the fact that his strength is improving every moment, Zhang Bufan loves this feeling to death.

"How do you bring it down?"

For vultures that refuse to land, Zhang Bufan has no good way.

If it is hard to consume, Zhang Bufan may not be able to compare with this fierce bird.

As a martial artist in the blood-changing realm, no matter how strong his physical body is, he still can't compare to demon beasts and demon birds.

Not to mention, this kind of long-term confrontation consumes more mental power.

Triggering but not triggering is usually more fatal.

Just like archery, the most difficult thing is definitely not the moment when the arrow is shot, but the process of pulling the bow and preparing to shoot and aiming.

Without enough physical strength, eyesight, determination and experience, without enough patience and calmness, you will not be able to shoot a fatal arrow.

Therefore, there must be no war of attrition with it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Bufan simply knelt down and sat down.

Then he took out the food god tripod and the roasting god stove.

Then carefully take out the preserved ingredients, they are all taken from the most delicious parts of the monster beast.

"It's a pity that these good ingredients can't be stored!"

It's a pity.

In fact, there is another phenomenon, and Zhang Bufan did not notice it.

That is, although so many fierce beasts and demon beasts have been eaten, the strength realm has not changed in the slightest.

What has increased is only the understanding of martial arts, and what has improved is only swordsmanship and artistic conception.

The roasting god stove was burning, and the aroma also came out of the food god ding.

Soon, Zhang Bufan started eating.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

The monster is the ingredient, and it is really a taste.

The stronger the body of the ingredients, the more delicious the taste, and the rarer and rarer the murdered beasts and demon beasts, the better the meat taste.

As a foodie who is growing up in the direction of a gourmet, Zhang Bufan has a little say in this regard.

(End of chapter)