"Well, it's the first time you've come here, this fellow Daoist, I advise you to go somewhere else first to try your hand first, the two people on this platform are extremely strong characters, and they have a record of winning dozens of games in a row, so don't be angry for a while. The deacon disciple scanned the number plate of the dialect and actually persuaded the dialect, but if he knew that the monk in front of him who had restrained his breath was actually a distracted monk, he didn't know what to think.

"Thank you for the reminder, but don't worry, you can arrange it. Fang Yan, a kind-hearted deacon disciple, had a good impression of it, and then said with a smile.

Hearing the words of the dialect, this deacon disciple was just another monk who was in the limelight, and every day I don't know how many people want to become famous by gambling with the masters, but there is not one in a hundred who succeeds, looking at the firm eyes of the dialect, he can only shake his head and respond: "Okay, but whether the other party accepts the challenge is not certain." ”

"It's okay, if I shouldn't look for someone else. The dialect then spoke.

After a while, the battle on the platform subsided, and one of the slightly fatter monks won, and soon he received a summons from the deacon's disciples, looked at the place where Fang Yan was, then nodded, and jumped off the platform, although he answered the challenge, he still had to recover before he could start.

In the central arena of the city of the Battle Emperor, there are hundreds of thousands of fighting platforms, and there are no less than 10,000 monks who participate in gambling and fighting in a day, one more monk, no one will care, and the stage of the distracted monk in the dialect also did not make any waves, of course, it is because he has restrained his breath and imprisoned himself in cultivation, that is, when he fights the law, he only uses the strength of the Yuan Infant to deal with the opponent, otherwise the distraction breath comes out, where is the Yuan Infant Monk who dares to come to the stage.

With the strength of the dialect, the distraction of the mid-stage monk still has a chance to win the battle, not to mention the late Yuan infant opponent on the platform, but the victory of the dialect is far from being as clean as his own strength should be, in the face of the first opponent, although it was not an accident to win, but it actually took a quarter of an hour, and even the victory will be won, after the victory of the dialect did not greet others, nor did he stay on the stage to accept the challenge of others, immediately jumped off the platform and flashed towards the center of the arena.

A moment later, Fang Yan appeared in the secret room of an inn, and he didn't take off the mask on his face, but after laying two isolation aura defense formations around him, Fang Yan flashed into the depths of the Senran Scroll, and then activated the hand technique, and casually hit the surrounding empty places, if the Yuanying Monk who was defeated by Fang Yan just now was here, he might be able to find that the aura around him at this moment, as well as the Dao means in Fang Yan's hands, were somewhat similar to the scene on the fighting platform just now.

The dialect that urged the exercise in his hand would appear from time to time to stagnate and stop the action, and after contemplating for a while, he would continue again, and after intermittently for more than an hour, the dialect that had stopped his hand immediately sat down, but he waved his hand and took out the war word book again and slowly opened it.

After a short time, the dialect was once again trapped in the rolling war intent of the book, but this time the dialect did not rush towards the word 'war' in the depths, but after a few breaths, he withdrew his divine consciousness, closed the book, and then closed his eyes and pondered.

A day later, Fang Yan stepped out of the secret room of the inn again, came to the central arena, his divine sense swept slightly, and he selected two monks who were fighting, the same process as yesterday, and the same ending, after winning a battle, Fang Yan once again flashed away from the central arena and returned to the secret room of the inn.

In fact, as with what he did along the way in the ancient wilderness battlefield, when he first encountered many demon beasts, Fang Yan was already doing this, constantly figuring out and comprehending the pair of war words given by the War Emperor, from the first time he was shocked by the war words, Fang Yan knew that if he could master this artistic conception and apply it to the actual fighting method, it would be a great improvement in strength, and if he wanted to comprehend the rolling battle intent, what Fang Yan thought of was the practice of practice, and the reason why he chose the Yuan Ying junior monks, did not continue to fight with the seventh-order demon beasts in the ancient wilderness battlefield or directly find a distraction cultivator, but in order to be able to fully control it and understand the subtleties in detail.

The days passed, and it has been a month since the dialect returned to the city of the War Emperor in an instant, and the number plate of the central arena has quietly become a record of thirty consecutive victories, if it is spread, it is not a small limelight, but the dialect has been low-key, except for a few deacons and monks in the central arena, few people know about this matter at all, but after a long time, it still attracted the attention of people with a heart.

On this day, Fang Yan just stepped onto the platform, and before he started to work with his opponent, he realized that he was locked by the breath of the audience for a moment, and there were thousands of spectators around the platform, and the eyes of several people were caught in it, if others could not detect it at all, but the dialect was distracted and cultivated, and the condensation of the divine soul could be compared to the middle stage of the gods, and the divine sense sensing was naturally much more acute than that of his peers, although it was only a faint hostility, and then in an instant, he still sensed it, and the divine sense swept away, and the dialect found that several of them were opponents who were defeated under his own hands in this month, and his heart was stunned, after all, it was not a glorious thing to win something from the hands of a group of Yuan Infant monks, and then shook his head slightly, and no matter why they came, as long as they don't take the initiative to provoke themselves, just let them go.

The battle on the stage soon began, and the divine consciousness of several people in the audience remained undetached from the dialect, and after a while, one of them asked his companion beside him, "Are you sure that is the person?" ”

"Situ seniors don't know, I've been observing for several days, this monk's exercises are mixed, but all of them are fine, in recent days, he has come to the stage once a day, although each opponent is in the late Yuan Infant period, there is a difference in strength, but no matter who he is against, this monk is a general, it seems that he intends to control his power. ”

"Well, you have such strength?"

"At first, I didn't believe it, but these days I have communicated with these Taoist friends, they all feel the same way, and he doesn't pay attention to the gambling lottery at all, whether it is no color, or heavy treasure gambling fight, all have no opinion. ”

"Yes, Senior Situ, this is indeed the case, in the past month, he has won a lot of things from us. ”

Hearing the words of several people around him, Brother Situ did not answer, but just stared at the two sides of the fighting method on the platform, and not surprisingly, half an hour later, the monk won again, and in a blink of an eye, he fell off the platform and left.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Brother Situ asked a few people around him, "You say that he never accepts challenges, and every time he comes, he chooses his opponent at random?"

"That's right, even if someone refuses, he doesn't care very much, only one thing, he seems to only participate in one game a day. ”

"Many monks who want to hone their exercises through the fighting platform will be like this, you don't have to worry about it, he will send me a message when he comes back tomorrow. After leaving a word, the monk also dodged away.

"Senior Situ probably wants to absorb that person into the organization, right?"

"Needless to say, just looking at the tone of Situ's seniors, I know that he has moved his mind. ”

"When you encounter this kind of character, it's strange if you don't want to be tempted, if you really want to enter the organization, we will have one more fierce general in our team. ”

"It's hard to say what the result is, although this monk has mixed exercises and is not like a disciple of the sect, but he doesn't care about gambling at all, if he is either rich or strong, if the conditions are low, he may not agree. ”

"Let's not talk about him, the mission hasn't been completed in the last few days, and I still have to find a few more suitable opponents, so I'll go first. ”

"I'm going too, the last time those few spirit stones were my harvest for several months, and I lost to that person, I would rather he disagree, and then let Senior Situ send someone to take the things back directly." ”

After exchanging a few words, the remaining people also dispersed, each heading towards the surrounding arena, exploring the identity and strength of the monks on the platform, and looking for their respective targets.