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As the last big axis of this ceremony, the two immortal disciples competed on the same stage, and thousands of people were dispatched all over the city, not to mention, it even alarmed several real people to sweep the formation, and all the immortal masters watched the battle.

As a result, there was hardly even a decent attack on the field, the one who was bent on challenging the inner door relied on high-grade spiritual weapons to fight hard, and the other one who invited himself to appear was blindly attacking with all physical brute force. The scene of the two punching each other and splashing blood can be described as disorderly, and even extremely ugly.

Many immortal masters showed a slight sense of discomfort both physically and psychologically, and He Yun'er muttered: "The barbecue is too eager to eat, and it seems to be a little unrestrained." ”

Gui Yuan listened to it earnestly, knowing in his heart that something was wrong with her. You must know how powerful the digestive ability of a cultivator is, it is just one or two plates of barbecue, and it should have been decomposed and absorbed just after the stomach, so how can it not be refrained.

At this time, Osmanthus had already gently supported He Yun'er with both hands, and whispered in her ear: "Immortal Master don't worry, Senior Sister Zhang looks miserable, but it is only a skin injury, as long as there is enough elixir and aura, she will recover quickly." ”

He Yun'er showed a panicked and helpless look like a small animal, and the dignified immortal master actually half-leaned on the disciple's body, "I somehow feel very flustered, maybe it's good to rest." ”

They didn't notice that Immortal Master Tian on the other side was observing this side as if intentionally or unintentionally, seeing that although He Yun'er's face was pale, there was no major problem, so he didn't make any follow-up actions.

It turned out that the competition between the two Qi cultivation disciples needed to work on the four real people's masters, and only Dean Zhou was really worried that the disciples would be injured, so he was engrossed in sweeping the formation, and most of the remaining three were focused on the bodies of the immortal masters. Each of them was in charge of an area, carefully checking the reactions of the immortals as they watched the fight.

In addition to He Yun'er, who felt sad and uncomfortable, more disciples and immortal masters gradually became a little excited after seeing the blood.

Seriously, all human beings living today are descendants of the victors in the struggle for survival hundreds of millions of years ago. Standing at the top of the evolutionary chain, the aggressive instinct is more or less written into the genes.

In the world in which Gui Yuan lived in his previous life, a powerful empire inherited the civilization of its predecessors, and was once known for its countless splendid buildings and exquisite sculptures. But the most popular entertainment of their time was neither singing and dancing nor literature and painting, but watching half-naked slaves fight to the death in gladiatorial arenas, and even one of the empire's greatest and most beautiful buildings was built specifically for this event.

The blood-stimulated viewers are not a non-mainstream group with special hobbies, in fact they are usually polite aristocrats, elegant and beautiful maidens, or amiable ordinary uncles next door. But on this particular occasion, the individuality disappears and is replaced by a crazy and bloodthirsty sense of collectivity. They shouted excitedly as one gladiator plunged a dagger into the chest of another poor slave who had never known anyone, and then turned to spit and curse the timid gladiators, and stretched out their hands to thumb down, urging without hesitation for the victors to kill the vanquished on the spot.

When the gladiatorial arena collapsed, it was replaced by bullfighting, dog fighting, cockfighting, cricket fighting...

Here Zhang Meng is no longer calm and waveless, stimulated by the huge pain, she has gradually forgotten who her opponent is, and just wants to vent all her anger at the injustice of fate with a fist. At this moment, she is no different from the gladiator who has been pushed into the arena with shackles, losing all empathy and mercy, and only wants to completely knock out the opponent in front of her to carve a narrow way for herself.

In fact, how powerful the demon soul is, although Zhang Meng was lucky to break free with the help of osmanthus and longan, the impact on the body was minimized, and even gained various benefits from it. But she was originally a forbearant and extreme temperament, and she suppressed all kinds of negative emotions brought by the demon soul, so that she still planted the seeds of the demon in her heart, and in the future, she may explode after accumulating enough strength.

Today, Zhang Meng hit by mistake, but got a rare opportunity to vent. While she was wounded and vomited blood, she continued to throw her fists without stopping, so as to transform all kinds of violent and dark emotions into fighting spirit to defeat the enemy.

Her sea of qi was running rapidly, absorbing and replenishing her aura at a much faster speed than Guo Yang, and her meridians were fully activated, strengthening and repairing the damaged parts of her body over and over again. If it weren't for that, how could a small Qi Refining Stage disciple be able to compete with a powerful spiritual weapon. Even if that spiritual weapon is unladylike, it can only play a twelfth-tenth effect in the hands of Guo Yang, an unqualified manipulator, and it should not have been something that Zhang Meng's cultivation realm could shake.

Guo Yang was frightened by Zhang Meng's stormy offensive, and couldn't help shouting: "Are you crazy?"

Zhang Meng's answer was that under the more aggressive punch, her phalanges were almost broken and shattered, but the fists were still as firm as steel. A larger piece of flesh and blood splashed on Guo Yang's face, and his face immediately turned pale, if he wasn't still in the ring at the moment, he was afraid that he would bend over and vomit wildly.

He Yun'er had already closed her eyes, but in the eyes of the disciples and immortal masters who were excited to watch, it was like throwing the most powerful catalyst into the reactor. They waved their arms, their faces fanatical, and shouted words that they didn't understand.

Emotions are contagious to each other, if the person opposite yawns a few times in a row, even if he is not sleepy, he will yawn, and if he stares at a smiling person for a long time, he will naturally can't help but smile. So, in this overwhelming cheer, those who were originally calm gradually became enthusiastic and joined the excited group.

Mingyue Zhenren didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and she already glanced at Zhang Meng. He quietly restrained the meridians from one or two immortal masters who had apparently overreacted and had become manic, lest they would be stimulated too deeply.

And Rui Shimi, who was in the audience, saw that the situation was not right, and shouted anxiously: "This stinky girl is already at the end of her strong crossbow, and she won't last long." Guo Yang, if you are still a man, hold on for me a few more quarters of an hour!"

Guo Yang suddenly heard the voice of his own immortal master in the midst of the wild shouts in the audience, but he was so frightened that he trembled, and his momentum immediately softened involuntarily...