spirit walker

Chapter 379

Zhao Feichen whispered:

"The one made in that furnace is a top-grade tool. Even you, the success rate is less than [-]%. I'm going to decide on this thing. Even if he is an official deacon, I don't know about it."

"You can just think about it!" Lian Sanyue smiled, got up lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly:
"I will draw up a contract in the name of witnesses and guarantors. Those who violate the contract will be dealt with by myself."

After the two sides nodded, she grabbed an ancient yellowed sheepskin roll from the inventory, shook it away, and said:

"Contract 1: Don't use skills and props above level 6, including level 6."

"Contract 2: You can't admit defeat, the rules of the ring, life and death must be divided."

"Contract 3: Don't ask for help from unrelated people outside the stadium."

Every time she said a word, a rule appeared on the parchment. The handwriting was distorted like tadpoles, and it was impossible to tell which country's language it was.

After briefly talking about the contents of the three contracts, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman, "Come here and make a pledge, just press a fingerprint."

The middle-aged swordsman strode forward, pressed his thumb under the contract, looked back, and looked at Zhang Yuanqing coldly.

Zhang Yuanqing returned, walked up to Lian Sanyue, and whispered: "Since you are his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"

He didn't press his fingerprints, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

It's not easy for him to reveal his identity. There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are evil occupations.

If the news of his appearance here is passed on to the saints in the evil organization, or even the masters, it will add a lot of trouble and crisis.

Huadu is not Songhai, and it is not its own territory, so be cautious.

"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue exhaled white smoke.

This woman. Zhang Yuanqing looked at her a few times, and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.

Lian Sanyue snorted: "What I said outside is in vain. Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will steal you."

Domineering, spoiled brat, plus clever use of the rules, consciously unreasonable?Zhang Yuanqing didn't speak any more, and pressed his fingerprints on the parchment.

On the old and simple parchment, tadpole-like characters lit up one by one, and two thumbprints emerged, emitting white smoke. In the dark, some kind of power witnessed the contract, and those who violated it would be severely punished.

Lian Sanyue put away the parchment, looked at her nephew not far away, and said:
"Give me the flint."

Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and wiped the booth. Ten dark red stones were neatly lined up.

Lian Sanyue wiped it again, and she put away the flint.

"Let's go to the ring." She looked around at the spectators and said with a smile:

"Those who want to watch the game, remember to buy tickets, 20 tickets."

After finishing speaking, she swayed away from the shed with a cigar in her hand, and walked towards the venue behind the black market.

The three strong men responsible for maintaining order said loudly:

"Please buy tickets here."

All of a sudden, they were looted, and the customers who visited the black market rushed to the three strong men first, while the stall owners collected the valuable things on the stalls and flocked to buy tickets.

A life-and-death battle in the Saint Realm is a rare event.

Not to mention 20 a ticket, they would be willing to watch it even if the ticket price is doubled.

Usually, the life-and-death fighters in the arena are all extraordinary walkers, and it is almost impossible for saints to play.

20 sheets, let alone more than 100 people here, that is close to 2000 million?As a contestant, shouldn't he be given a share? Zhang Yuanqing heard it in his ears, and silently sighed that opening the black market is really profitable.

No wonder this Lian Sanyue has the cost to manufacture so many props.

Lian Sanyue's waist twisted exaggeratedly, but she walked very slowly. By the time Zhang Yuanqing followed her to the ring, there were already more than a dozen spiritual practitioners rushing over after buying tickets.

Below the arena, experienced spectators kept a distance of more than ten meters from the arena and watched from a distance.

As more and more people gathered, there was a lot of noise and chatter.

"Miss Boss, do you want to sit in the manor? Let everyone play a game."

"What's there to gamble about? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of melee combat, swordsmen can be ranked in the top three. In addition, the Zhao family has no shortage of props. Let's make up for the weaknesses of swordsmen. Tsk tsk, as stable as Mount Tai."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear that just now? That young man is also a master who has no shortage of props. Otherwise, he could throw so many props into that broken furnace?"

"That kid's aura is obviously weaker than that of the swordsman. Besides, if this is a hard problem, do you think the proprietress won't remind her nephew?"

"If you bring up this matter, then I will tell you. I heard that Lian Sanyue has a very bad relationship with Patriarch Zhao. Don't ask the reason. I don't know if you ask, but believe me, I am a local. .”

Amidst the noise, Zhao Feichen hugged his two female companions, with a sneer on his lips.

His aunt did not have a good relationship with the Zhao family, and her relationship with her grandfather was even worse.

In my father's words, my aunt was born rebellious, surly and rebellious, and she refused to accept the family's orders and arrangements since she was a child, and she was free to follow her will without any constraints.

And grandpa is the patriarch with a strong desire to control, how could he tolerate such a daughter.

Therefore, it was very stiff.

Zhao Feichen is not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young, and she hasn't seen each other for a year. Where is the relationship?
But Wanbaowu is a good place, he often comes here to inquire about information, pick up leaks, and exchange props.

While his thoughts were flying, he saw the young man jumping onto the wide ring, turned his head immediately, and said to the middle-aged swordsman beside him:
"That kid is probably carrying several saint-quality props with him. Before going on stage, let me ask again, what props do you still lack? As long as I have them here, feel free to take them."

The middle-aged man stroked the long sword in his arms and shook his head slightly:
"A few props on my body are enough, and you can't give me the best props. Besides, for a real swordsman, it is enough to be obsessed with swords."

Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go."

When the middle-aged swordsman jumped onto the ring, Zhao Feichen lowered his head and whispered something to one of his female companions.

The red-faced girl nodded, pushed through the crowd, and trotted away.

Zhao Feichen watched her go away, looked away, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

Grandpa said that everything must be prepared with both hands. Although he has strong confidence in his bodyguards, he also has to consider the consequences and losses of failure.

Even if this kid doesn't die in Wanbao House today, he still doesn't want to leave Huadu.

What he said to his girlfriend just now was only a short sentence: Go invite my dad!

Anyway, when the time comes, push the matter to the elders and let them make the decision.

On the ring, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman looked at each other more than ten meters away. They didn't move, but their eyes were fixed on each other, looking for opportunities and waiting for opportunities to strike.

While confronting the enemy, Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about the strategy against the enemy.

His aura is stronger than mine, it should be level 5, and it is very dangerous to be close to him It must have been made up.

What I want to deal with is an enemy with high output and high agility, taking into account both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the swordsman's passive skills, iron will and Shasha, can just target the possession of wraiths. It's not very easy
Alas, Ye Youshen is very strong in the Transcendent Realm, but when he reaches the Star Official, at level 4, he becomes weaker. Although astrology and star escape are easy to use, they are no match for the enemy.
Suddenly, he had an idea and thought of an excellent use of astrology.

That is to use the arrangement and combination of props to formulate a plan against the enemy, and then open the star eyes to examine the opponent's face. If the opponent's palace is shrouded in blood, it means that the plan is feasible.

Otherwise, modify the plan.

Theoretically speaking, this set of ideas is feasible, perhaps this is the correct usage of astrology, Ye Youshen is a profession with the peak combat power, there is no reason for him to be so weak in the realm of saints
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his star eyes and examined the face of the middle-aged swordsman.

He must have defensive props and recovery props. I first broke the armor as a werewolf, and then used the fire poison and curse props to restrain the recovery. He quickly made a plan in his mind and practiced the steps.

But the face of the middle-aged swordsman has not changed, dark clouds are shrouded, but there is no bloody disaster.

It seems that fantasy will not work, but the thinking should be correct. While beating and testing him, he no longer hesitates, and uses night travel to hide his body.

"Night Tourist God?!"

There were surprised voices from the audience around the ring.

Is this kid from the Taiyi School?Zhao Feichen is not angry but happy. Compared with the huge size and power of the Five Elements League, the Taiyi Sect is far inferior. The head of the sect thinks very highly of himself, probably because the Ye Youshen is irreplaceable in many cases.

But this is for the Five Elements League, and for the Zhao family, to use a more popular sentence: What is the use of this Yeyoushen?
Not afraid at all.

The middle-aged swordsman "clanged" and pulled out his long sword. The blade was blushing, not like forged steel, but it exuded a sinister and hostile aura, which could break the spirit body and deter the mind.

Pulling out the long sword, he quickly retreated, the long sword swept across the front, and an arc-shaped crimson sword aura roared out, sweeping across the entire arena.

A level 5 swordsman can slash sword energy, even in the face of long-distance output enemies, he can calmly deal with it. This is the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.

Hearing a "ding", a figure fell out of the void, holding a short blade in a blocking posture.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

The short blade in his hand was a supernatural item collected in the past few days, and it was directly cut by the sword energy.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes sharpened, and he was about to raise his sword to meet the enemy, when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him.

And enemies?Infernal Corpse!He understood instantly, his heart froze, and he slid to the side.

But at this moment, the middle-aged swordsman saw the Yeyoushen boy, and raised his hand to wipe his face, a little golden lacquer lit up between his brows, and quickly spread across his entire face, forming a majestic and upright facial makeup.

His spirit was in turmoil for a while, fear and panic appeared, and he forgot to resist.

But these negative emotions dissipated in the next moment, and the swordsman's iron will resisted the shock of the golden face for him.

At this time, the sound of piercing the air was already approaching the top of his head, and he had no time to dodge, and grabbed a clay sculpture made of loess.

"Oh!"

Blood Rose's pounce was like hitting a thick sandbag, and a rippling yellow light appeared.

She was knocked back by the reaction force, but the middle-aged swordsman remained motionless.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately put away the clay sculpture, and with a flash of sword light, he swept towards Xue Qiangwei's neck, but the latter had already rolled sideways ahead of time, avoiding the head-cutting blow.

This wasn't that Blood Rose predicted the enemy's first opportunity, but that Zhang Yuanqing had issued an order to dodge in advance.

It really is a defensive item for the earth monster profession. I am too familiar with the "heavy" price. After trying out an item, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts flickered, and the blood rose was already in danger of being forced by the middle-aged swordsman.

Unmoved like a mountain, aggressive like fire.

A swordsman against the enemy hardly gives the enemy a chance to breathe.

"Puff puff"

The crimson long sword continued to cut open scars on Xue Qiangwei's body. Although the bewitching demon was good at melee combat, but against level 5 swordsmen, Xue Qiangwei's strength was too far behind.

After three or four seconds, he was almost beheaded several times.

This is still a corpse, replaced by a body of flesh and blood, it has already been severely injured.

It can be seen that once a level 4 spirit walker is approached by a level 5 swordsman, life and death can be separated within tens of seconds.

There was applause from the audience.

Zhao Feichen had a smile on his lips, full of complacency.

The woman next to her said softly, "That's great" and "Young Master is sure to win", which made Zhao Feichen's smile deepen.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed out the power of the yin, and the majestic yin energy quickly permeated. In the turbulent yin energy, a figure in a red wedding dress loomed, floating towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The latter withdrew his sword and stepped back, letting out a mighty shout.

The body of the ghost bride who had floated behind her froze, and then she was stabbed in the body by the long scarlet sword.

"what"

The ghost bride let out a scream, and black smoke rose from her body.

Against the swordsman who is the best at killing and possessing a passive evil spirit, level 4 wraiths are naturally not enough. Zhang Yuanqing had already expected that he summoned the ghost bride just to delay time.

A limp little red hat flung towards Xue Qiangwei.

Xue Qiangwei reached out her hand to fish it out and put it on her head. In the next second, her figure suddenly grew taller, her clothes were torn apart, and golden hairs that were as sharp as steel needles grew out of her snow-white skin.

Triangular ears grow on the top of the head, the lower half of the face is elongated, the dark pupils turn into golden animal pupils, the palms and feet tend to be like dogs, and sharp claws extend out.

In an instant, Xue Qiangwei turned into a four-meter-tall golden-haired werewolf, with hot molten molten liquid flowing from its mouth intertwined with fangs.

Flame demon wolf!

"what is this?"

"Is it a Gu beast?"

"I never heard that there are wolves among the Gu beasts."

There were exclamations from the audience, most of the spectators were extraordinary, but there were also a small number of saints with good vision, and some of them had evil professions, but no matter who they were, they had never seen a werewolf.

Zhao Feichen squinted his eyes, gently pushed away the female companion beside him, and stared at the werewolf in the arena without saying a word.

Even with a distance of more than ten meters, the aura emanating from the monster still made him feel trembling and fearful.

alienation?No, it's not like, a beast body that I've never seen before, what kind of prop is this? Lian Sanyue examined the werewolf, showing great interest.

As a refiner, she is deeply interested in all special props.

When Xue Qiangwei turned into a werewolf, Zhang Yuanqing stood on the edge of the ring, opened his star eyes, and observed the face of the middle-aged swordsman.

The dark clouds covered the top of his face, and there was a hint of blood, which showed that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it seemed that he couldn't kill him. Zhang Yuanqing knew it well, and immediately gave the order to attack.

The Flame Demon Wolf couldn't wait for a long time, its strong and slender hind legs sank slightly, and only heard a "click", the floor tiles of the ring cracked, and the tall figure turned into an afterimage, fiercely rushing towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman was not in a hurry, and under the insight technique, he had already known the trajectory of the wolf. He slid to the left, avoiding the pounce just right, with the sword on his waist, and rushed forward.

The crimson sword blade slashed across the Flame Demon Wolf's thigh, creating deep sword marks, but no bones were seen.

The werewolf's defense was astonishing, even a swordsman who was good at piercing armor could only cut through flesh and blood.

The two sides passed each other, and the middle-aged swordsman glanced at the enemy standing on the edge of the ring. After confirming that it was not an illusion, he quickly turned around and slashed a crimson sword aura.

The sword energy swept across a distance of several meters, and struck the demon wolf who was just turning around, leaving another deep sword mark.

The flame demon wolf roared angrily, his belly bulged, and he opened his mouth suddenly, spitting out a tongue of flame mixed with lava, instantly engulfing the middle-aged swordsman.

However, in the next second, the middle-aged swordsman appeared on the other side.

How could such a slow attack hit the swordsman.

In the following time, the middle-aged swordsman flicked around nimbly, although he was passive everywhere, most of the time he dodged, and he was no longer as strong as before.

But the attacks of the flame demon wolf often failed, and the agility that the werewolf was proud of had no advantage in front of the swordsman who was good at close combat and possessed insight skills.

On the contrary, the middle-aged swordsman always stabbed and slashed while dodging, constantly increasing the wounds on the wolf's body.

Little by little, little by little, conquer this monster.

Zhao Feichen in the audience heaved a sigh of relief, and embraced his female companion again, while stroking the sexy and hot figure of the young girl, while admiring the battle on the stage.

Zhang Yuanqing watched for a long time, taking a panoramic view of the advantages and disadvantages of both parties.

With the werewolf's attack power, it's not difficult to break through his defensive props, but he has to stop and use defensive props. The werewolf is quick, but it doesn't work. If I want to force him to use defensive props, I have to do it.
I exchanged wounds for wounds to make him bleed, and then let the magic wolf cooperate with the attack to force him to use defensive props. After that, Zhang Yuanqing combined his own props and skills to quickly formulate a plan to kill the enemy.

When he cleared his mind, he kept his star eyes open, and saw the middle-aged swordsman's eyes shrouded in blood.

It worked!He was overjoyed, not only had the method to defeat the enemy, but also verified his application of astrology.

Immediately, he cast an illusion, leaving a false body in place, and secretly performed night travel to hide his figure.

The middle-aged swordsman, who had been distractedly watching him, was immediately on alert. Iron will cooperates with insight to specialize in illusion.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately slashed behind him in an arc of sword energy, sweeping across the audience, trying to force the star official to appear in this way.

However, the sword energy rushed out of the ring, swept over the heads of the people below, and then weakened and disappeared after rushing tens of meters.

Didn't hit anything.

Almost in the next second, stepping on a pair of black running shoes without a logo, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a yellow face, appeared behind him, stabbing the middle-aged swordsman's back with the short blade in his hand.

How did he dodge the sword energy? The pupils of the middle-aged swordsman shrank violently at such a fast speed.

The insight technique can predict the enemy's opportunity, but it can't predict the invisible enemy.

In addition, the speed at which this star official erupts when he gets close is even comparable to a bewitching demon of the same level.

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to block, dodge, and counterattack, but he was too late, so he could only turn his body sideways in an instant, avoiding the weak point in his back.

"puff!"

The short blade successfully pierced into the middle-aged swordsman's body.

The severe pain made the middle-aged swordsman's hairs stand on end. With the blessing of steel will, he quickly calmed down the pain and remained calm, intending to seize this rare opportunity to get close and fight back against the star official.

Show him how stupid it is to attack a swordsman at close range.

But at this moment, he saw that the magic wolf opened its mouth, and flames spewed from the depths of its throat.

In desperation, he could only grab the clay sculpture from the inventory to protect his body.

But Zhang Yuanqing's body turned into a dreamlike starlight and fled away, avoiding the flames, it didn't matter if he didn't hide, as he was guarded by the unyielding heart mirror, the flames of the demon wolf could hardly hurt him at all.

But he wants to keep the blood on the blade.

The flames mixed with molten lava devoured the middle-aged swordsman, and the scorching high temperature licked the mask, burning the earth-attributed energy cover bright red. However, the five-element fire gave birth to earth, and the earth-attributed energy has extremely high flame resistance.

The werewolf's breath can only last for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman who has seen this move is not flustered, silently waiting for the opportunity.

Three seconds passed quickly, and just as he was about to put away the clay sculpture and fight back, he suddenly saw the star official grab an ugly puppet from the inventory, his fingertips were stained with blood on the blade, wiped the puppet, and shouted:

"die!"

Curse killing technique!
The eyes of the middle-aged swordsman went dark, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.

He was seriously injured. Fortunately, the level of the curse was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.

But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture, stopped where he was, raised his heavy arms with difficulty, grabbed a coat woven with ivy from the inventory, and slowly put it on his body.

A green halo covered him, quickly healing his injuries.

Seizing this opportunity, the Flame Demon Wolf's sharp claws spread out, scratching the bright red and translucent mask again and again. The uncooled earth attribute energy mask, under the high-frequency scratching, showed a molten state.

Like burnt glass.

Finally, amidst a tooth-piercing creaking sound, the mask shattered, and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.

"puff!"

The werewolf's sharp claws scratched the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen so hard that his skin was torn apart.

"what"

The middle-aged swordsman let out a heart-piercing scream, his skin flushed instantly, and his muscles convulsed.

Fire poison enters the body!

The body that was not completely healed was getting worse.

Passive with steel will, he still has not been eroded by pain and reason, quickly took out a black iron mask that looks like a ghost, covered his face, and blew hard.

In an instant, thick fog filled the entire arena, obscuring the field of vision.

"Mist Lord?"

"I can't see it now, tsk, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick fog to delay time and heal his injuries."

"From this point of view, it is still unclear who will win this battle. Just now I thought the star official would win."

"That's right, that kid watched the whole game in the first half, but he almost ended the fight with his shot. He's a character, is there such a talent in the Supreme Unity Sect?"

Among the chattering crowd, Zhao Feichen let out a breath of relief, and his tense mind was relaxed.

As we all know, among the major professions in the country, the only one who can restrain the fog master is the master-level rain master.

Any other profession is helpless in the face of dense fog.

As soon as he thought this way, he heard the scream of "Woo", and then, a violent gust of wind blew on the ring.

The thick mist, as thin as gauze, was blown away by this gust of wind.

On the stage, the figure of two people and one wolf reappeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the gloves of the Gale Warrior, immediately swung two wind blades at the middle-aged man whose skin was flushed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his breath was extremely weak.

At the same time, he ordered the wolf to prepare for the flame breath.

"Dang! Dang!"

The middle-aged swordsman fights against the trapped beast, smashing the wind blade.

At this time, the flame demon wolf opened its mouth, mixed with the flames of the molten lava, and engulfed the middle-aged man.

Three seconds later, the flames were extinguished, leaving only a scorched black corpse.

……

Ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)