can participate in the fight of life and death again and again, if you are not confident enough in your own strength, ordinary people really can't do it.

Luo Qing said bizarrely: "That person's name is Black Robe?"

"Not really. Lin Yi shook his head again and again, "I don't know what the name of that senior is in the underground martial arts field, it's just because he often wears a black robe, that's why he is called that, and the name doesn't matter in the underground martial arts field, even if he signs the life and death certificate, it's just a bloody handprint." ”

Lu Heng laughed, "From this point of view, this person is very mysterious." ”

"It's really mysterious, and people don't even know what he looks like. Lin Yi said: "I once watched a life-and-death battle with a black-robed senior from afar, his face was covered with a layer of gray and black mist, and he couldn't see his true appearance at all. ”

"Oh, a trick?" Lu Heng tapped the folding fan, "I'm getting more and more curious." ”

It didn't take long for the No. 10 martial arts arena to be full, and the battle of life and death was about to begin, so Lin Yi retreated silently.

At this time, a well-rounded Jindan male cultivator stood on the martial arts platform and began to preside over this life-and-death fight: "Welcome to the underground martial arts, I won't say much nonsense, today this is still a life-and-death fight, the two sides are the black-robed boy who has won three consecutive life and death battles, and Hao Chong's son, who has recently been in the limelight in the underground martial arts." ”

When the presiding monk was introduced, there were two Jindan late stage monks who stepped on the fighting platform one after another, one of them was as Lin Yi said, wearing a black robe and wrapping his body tightly, and under the wide hood, the face was shrouded in a layer of gray and black mist, and nothing could be seen.

The other person is a strong man with five big and three thick, with a burly body, full of tendons and shiny flesh, and it looks like he should be a pure physique.

Lu Heng smiled when he saw the strong man, pointed at Luo Qingli and said, "Look at him, do you feel familiar?"

Luo Qingli carefully looked at this strong man several times, rummaging in his memory, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him, or where he had heard the name Hao Chong.

Lu Heng slapped his thigh and laughed, "You forgot, you were like this when you were a child!"

Luo Qingli: "......" →_→

The Jindan monk on the stage took out a contract and handed it to the two parties participating in this life-and-death fight, "Sign the life and death certificate, death and life are up to fate, two, and now there is still a chance to regret it." ”

The black-robed monk didn't say a word, as if he glanced at Hao Chong lightly, raised his left hand and pressed a bloody fingerprint on the life and death form.

This attitude of not being salty and indifferent made Hao Chong angry, and he immediately took a sip, "Bah, you turtle grandson don't even dare to show your face, what kind of pretence are you putting on this! Don't you have an iron hand that is very powerful? Lao Tzu will tell you today what is called King Kong is not bad!"

Hao Chong also pressed his fingerprint on the life and death form, and the presiding monk put away the life and death form and stepped down, so that the life and death struggle officially began.

The fighting platform is very open, and there is also an exquisite protective circle outside, which is enough to ensure that the fighting methods of the two people in the arena will not affect the monks who are watching from the outside.

Hao Chong is indeed a physical cultivator, as soon as the fighting method began, his whole body exuded a burst of golden aura, and the muscles that were originally strong when he looked at it swelled a lot again, tearing his shirt, Hao Chong at this time was like a tiger ready to attack, and he could pounce on the prey at any time and tear it apart.

For pure body cultivation, the most important thing is to temper themselves, so their weapon is their body, Hao Chong has cultivated so far, this body is enough to be called invulnerable, and his fists and feet are comparable to the best magic weapons.

Hao Chong picked up his fist and rushed towards the black robe, every time he swung down, there would be a strong wave of qi mixed with spiritual light bursting out, the black-robed monk did not rush to meet the enemy, but just dodged left and right with strange steps, as if he was testing the opponent's moves.

Luo Qingli stared at the figure of the black-robed monk, this person's figure was very strange, and the speed of his movements was one of the best among all the Jindan monks Luo Qingli had ever seen, so fast that he couldn't even catch the shadow, it was Zhu Yuzhen, who had fought before, in front of this person, I was afraid that he would not be able to take advantage.

Hao Chong's every attack fell into the void, and he smashed his fist on the fighting platform in annoyance, "Do you want to fight or not!"

The center of the Douwutai was smashed out of a big crater by Hao Chong, the crack spread to all sides, and the formation outside the field flickered for a moment, and finally withstood the impact.

The air waves soared into the sky, covering almost half of the Douwu platform, and the figure of the black-robed monk was completely forced out.

Dare to come to participate in the fight to the death, no matter what, there are two brushes.

The black-robed monk raised his right hand and struck at Hao Chong.

Unlike the flesh and blood of his left hand, his right hand was an iron hand covered with countless barbs, indestructible and sharpened like clay.

The black-robed monk punched Hao Chong's chest, Hao Chong's chest lit up with golden light, and he was hit back again and again by this blow, and his back hit the protective shield directly.

Hao Chong crossed his hands on his hips and snorted and laughed, "How many years have Lao Tzu practiced with copper skin and iron bones, and he has long been King Kong not bad, how can you be able to move it in three or two strokes?"

The black-robed monk punched a few more times in succession, and Hao Chong stood firmly in place like a nobody, his face was as usual, and the people who watched from the outside couldn't help but be amazed.

After earning enough limelight, Hao Chong suddenly laughed, "Now, it's Lao Tzu's turn!"

He picked up his fist and hit the black-robed monk's face, the other party's body twisted, and he quickly retreated, but the fist wind when the fist swept out still brushed the layer of mist on the black-robed monk's face, and the gray mist dispersed for a moment, and under it was a fine iron mask, covering his face tightly, and the only thing he could see was the eyes as green as jade.

Hao Chong originally thought that he could uncover the mystery of this black-robed monk, but who knew that there was actually a mask under the gray mist.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Hao Chong scolded secretly and greeted him again.

The black-robed monk fought three life-and-death battles in the underground martial arts, and many people were curious about his true face. The moment the fog lifted, many people present saw it, but the result was disappointing, and the only bright spot was about the green eyes of the black-robed monk.

Lu Heng was surprised: "It turned out to be a foreigner." ”

Luo Qingli was thoughtful and muttered, "This person ......"

"What's wrong?" Lu Heng looked over.

Luo Qingli looked at the two people on the stage, and asked in a voice: "Have you ever heard that about forty or fifty years ago, there was a period of time in Nanzhao, where plague was prevalent in many places. ”

Lu Heng thought about it carefully.

He spent most of his time in the Central Plains, but because Yan Wuji was in Nanzhao, he would come and go around from time to time, even if he didn't stay too long, some things he had heard of.

When Luo Qingli said this, he remembered one thing.

"You mean the plague?"

At the beginning, the matter of the plague demon was not big or small, this kind of thing was originally harmful, and the nine sects of Nanzhao all ordered the killing of the plague demon, and I heard that it was finally solved by Haoying Zhenren of Jin Xuanzong.

Luo Qingli nodded, "Then do you know that the plague demon was not naturally formed, but artificially raised?"

Lu Heng tightened his eyebrows, "It is conceivable that if this kind of thing wants to grow to such a point, it is very difficult to form it naturally, and often in order to grow up, it has already been killed by immortal cultivators." ”

Luo Qingli's eyebrows sank slightly, "Actually, when Haoying Zhenren eliminated the plague demon, I was also present, and at that time, the owner of the plague demon also came, and there was a big battle with Haoying Zhenren, almost equal, and then Mingwei Zhenren of Qiushui Sect came, and the person fled...... Speaking of which, the plague demon was not removed by Haoying Zhenren himself, but was killed by its owner, and the last bit of spirit left was also taken away by that person. ”

Lu Heng had never heard of these things, but Luo Qingli would never talk about it for no reason.

He looked at the two people who were fighting fiercely on the stage, and immediately felt blessed: "The person who raised the plague demon is on the stage? Or is it this black robe?"

Luo Qingli shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure, but that person's outfit is very similar to this black-robed monk, and he is also a foreigner, with a pair of turquoise eyes and an iron hand......"

"So many similarities, it's not all a coincidence, right?" Lu Heng hugged his arms, "This person is indeed very strange, neither Dao cultivation nor demon cultivation, he looks a bit like martial cultivation, but it is very different from martial cultivation......

But one thing is at least certain, it's not good to raise monsters like plague demons.

The fight on the stage was fierce, it seemed that Hao Chong had the upper hand, the black-robed monk couldn't break through Hao Chong's defense, and he could only passively accept the move for a while, retreating again and again, almost half of the people outside the arena felt that Hao Chong had basically won this life-and-death battle.

A shout of cheering for Hao Chong sounded behind him, and Lu Heng turned his head to ask her, "Who do you think will win?"

Luo Qing kept his eyes off the stage, did not predict winning or losing, but said: "He is looking for a cover door for physical cultivation." ”

Hao Chong's refining body is indeed very good, but no matter how invulnerable other places are, there will always be one or two weak points on his body, and that is also the easiest threshold to break through.

This is what the black-robed monk is looking for.

Hao Chong on the field became more and more courageous, pressing step by step, and when he pushed the black-robed monk to the edge, the black-robed monk suddenly threw a soul hook lock at him, and the soul hook lock tightly clasped Hao Chong's neck.

At that moment, Hao Chong only felt that there was an eerie air flowing through his whole body, so cold that his soul was trembling for it, and he couldn't help but move.

When there are moves between masters, winning or losing is often a matter of an instant.

At the moment when Hao Chong was stunned, a giant hand suddenly appeared in the air, and this giant hand slapped at Hao Chong's Tianling Gai, and the strong concussion made Hao Chong's eyes darken, and then he felt a pain in his waist.

An iron hand penetrated his waist ribs, Hao Chong was full of inspiration, and those vigorous muscles suddenly stopped.

"Isn't King Kong bad?"

The black-robed monk's voice was hoarse and gloomy, he suddenly pulled the soul hook, and blood suddenly splashed on the fighting platform, and the originally imposing body cultivation was now separated from the head and body.