Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Northern Rainbow City Zhenwu Arena.

The arena was full of guests, and on the arena were two monks at the early stage of Nascent Soul. The energies emanating from the two kinds of spiritual power were dazzling, and there were constant cheers.

With a lollipop in his mouth, Cheng Yan watched the game with great interest.

"Host, I sensed the villain's aura, so I'll run away first." 009 was watching with relish, and suddenly felt a murderous aura, and immediately retreated.

"Xiao Jiu? Walk so fast." Before 009's voice fell, Cheng Yan could no longer feel his breath.

Cheng Yan didn't have the slightest intention of moving, and sat in his seat as motionless as a mountain.

The audience around were very enthusiastic, and even Cheng Yan was infected by this enthusiasm, and the lollipops in his mouth had been replaced by three.

The sugar in the world of cultivating immortals is not only delicious, but also nourishes the body, but it is a bit expensive.

The rules of the arena today are different from those in the past. Everyone entering the arena is regarded as the default rule - gladiators are randomly selected from the auditorium, that is, everyone present is likely to enter the arena.

Cheng Yan first came to the world of cultivating immortals and wandered around Beihong City for several days. Hearing about this rule, he rushed over without stopping.

At this time, the gladiatorial fight on the stage came to an end, and as a sword energy hit the protective barrier, the man in purple robe pressed the tip of the sword to the opponent's neck, and the game ended.

According to the rules, the winner can randomly choose a number as his opponent in the next round, or he can choose two numbers to make them opponents, and he will withdraw from the fight.

Amidst the warm cheers, the purple-robed man slashed across the virtual screen with a sword, and immediately dropped a number—297.

The man in the purple robe turned to face the audience, with the corners of his lips raised, "297 fellow daoists are invited to join the battle!"

A blue glow lit up in the auditorium, attracting all eyes.

Cheng Yan looked at 297 with a blue glow on his wrist, and clicked his tongue, as expected of the protagonist's halo.

Cheng Yan met the gazes from all around, nodded and smiled calmly, stretched and got up and walked towards the arena.

As he walked slowly, the discussions around him became louder.

"This person has no cultivation, he has no energy and blood, and his steps are vain. What's the use of fighting, admit defeat and let it go!"

"Yeah, if you fall to the ground with one punch, life and death are unpredictable!"

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, what if there is a turning point?"

"Let's take a look, people can't be judged by their appearance."

"..."

Cheng Yan took one step at a time, so that everyone couldn't wait any longer before he reached the arena.

After Zipao waited on the stage for a long time, he could see through his physical condition at a glance, "If it's inconvenient for Daoist friends, you can leave the stage on your own."

"No problem, just a small injury, nothing to worry about." Cheng Yan's lips were pale, and he smiled as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

But dragging such a body, he didn't retreat in the slightest.

Zipao raised his eyebrows, said no more, and cupped his fists: "Please."

The two each occupy one side of the arena, one with a sword in his hand and the other unarmed.

Half of the audience lacked interest and didn't find it interesting.

Cheng Yan stood with his hands behind his back and half a lollipop in his mouth. It didn't look like a competition, but rather a show.

Cheng Yan had never faced an immortal cultivator before, but with Ling Jiuxuan in front, he had come into contact with the highest level in this world. Facing the monks of the Nascent Soul stage, he had confidence in his heart and was not afraid at all.

Looking at the long sword in Zipao's hand, he sighed slightly. In the last world, he sealed up his true energy and never danced with a sword. Now he misses it a lot.

Seeing that Cheng Yan had no intention of making a move, Zipao had no choice but to attack first and make a quick decision.

With his sword still unsheathed, he only used his sword energy to force Cheng Yan to retreat. As soon as he did this, the audience booed.

Cheng Yan held the small wooden stick of the lollipop and smiled, "Dao Kurong, I've been taught."

Zipao looked up in surprise, he didn't show his sword intent, but this person can instantly understand the way he cultivated, master!

Cheng Yan didn't move, but while talking and laughing, a stream of sword energy came back, and the two of them offset each other. This person with no cultivation level actually held the opponent's sword energy.

"Su takes back what he said just now, and ask fellow daoists to unleash the sword!" Zipao smiled even more, the long sword stabbed straight, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan was thinking about his sword, but he couldn't go on tour so far. He put the lollipop back into his mouth, picked a sword from the weapon rack off the field, and quickly met his opponent.

The people in the arena, who were originally lacking in interest, regained their energy, and enthusiastically analyzed the sword moves and positions of the two with others.

When the two fought, the sword lights splashed, the sword energy swept across, each move contained a unique sword intent, and the sword light and sword shadow interweaved into a gorgeous and fierce picture scroll.

Cheng Yan stepped in the void under his feet, and the long sword in his hand danced in afterimages. The space seemed to be frozen, and one sword was broken into several swords, attacking the opponent together.

Zipao quickly cut off the sword shadows in all directions, and touched the real sword. With his left hand, he patted the sword body lightly, and the sword light became soft and cohesive, softening the rigidity!

But the shattered sword shadow quickly formed a vortex, entangled the purple robe in it, and the sword light overflowed.

The figures of the two fluttered like phantoms, and the sword energy filled the surroundings, whistling past.

Zipao's eyes were heavy, he practiced Kurong Dao, the sword intent was strong and soft, and Kurong possessed it, but he didn't want the sword intent of the person in front of him to change at will, and he was not even bound.

But I can't see what it is at all.

On the high platform, a slender figure stood in the shadows, staring darkly at the radiant person on the platform.

The indifference and darkness lingering around him wrapped him layer by layer, impenetrable under the skylight, and the bustle and bustle of the venue did not affect him at all, and was incompatible with everything.

He doesn't need to blend into this boring and hypocritical world, he only has one person in his eyes.

But this man escaped from the dark prison he woven, and ran towards the light and shadow that excluded him.

Ling Jiuxuan suddenly found it ridiculous that he would also feel abandoned, and this cowardly and incompetent emotion tried to disturb him in vain.

Ling Jiuxuan's breathing gradually became heavy, darkness surged, but the terrifying aura never dissipated.

Otherwise, I'm afraid this place has already become a mess.

Suddenly, Ling Jiuxuan's eyes froze, and for a certain moment he seemed to see Cheng Yan glance in this direction.

He looked again, but the man had already pressed the tip of his sword to his opponent's heart, and he didn't notice him at all.

After Cheng Yan finished his addiction, he stopped. He threw the blade of the sword and returned it to its original position.

'Oh, it's not as easy as my Zhanzhang sword. '

'Go back and continue eating sugar. '

Ling Jiuxuan's eyes froze, "Cut Zang Sword?"

When did he still have a beheading sword?

On the stage, Zipao retracted his sword, and clasped his fists willingly, "I am Su Qihuai, I have been taught today, dare to ask senior's name?"

"Anonymous." Cheng Yan waved his hand.

'Let the Su family know my name, it will be difficult to leave today. '

Su Qihuai paused, then asked again, "Then... dare to ask senior what kind of Taoism he cultivated?"

Cheng Yan took the lollipop and tapped twice in the void, and then two numbers appeared in the air, and these two would be the next gladiator on the same stage.

Hearing this, he looked back, "I am on the same path as the sky."

After all, he walked away slowly.

The four characters of the same way as the sky exploded like a roar in the arena, who would dare to say that what they practiced is the same as the sky?

This thin figure in a white and blue robe was firmly engraved in the hearts of all the monks at this moment. He was unknown, and later some people called him, Mr. Sugar.