The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Zhou Mingyu saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he stopped playing around. The folding fan that he usually held in his hand was lifted up by him, and he blocked it with the force of the whip, taking advantage of the whip wrapped around the fan. At that moment, the whole person stepped forward, waved his hand and punched the fat man on the fleshy face.

Seeing that the two sides were already fighting, Bai Qinghua and Heiye did not stop in front of these two arenas, but walked towards the several arenas where Jindan realm monks were fighting.

There was a new champion on Arena No. 1 today. She was an extremely beautiful woman with silver clothes and silver hair. She also used ice-attribute spells. At this time, the sky was filled with snow on Arena No. 1. The snowflakes looked at One after another, Yang Yang was as light as nothing, but he had already cut the monk opposite him all over his body. He was covered in blood, which showed the power of the snowflakes. The woman saw it in her eyes, but there was no emotion in her eyes. She waved the snowflakes lightly with her jade hand, as if they were alive. Heading towards the monk opposite.

The challenger on the second stage is officially Situ Gan, who was going to go with Bai Qinghua and the others earlier. He holds a long sword shining with cold light in his hand, and he is inextricably fighting with the monk opposite, but it is very obvious that the opponent is using His martial arts skills are stronger than Situ Qian's, so Situ Qian's defeat is only a matter of time.

Standing on the third stage was a young monk with fine features. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and muttering something in his mouth. However, the monk who was fighting him seemed to be possessed by a demon and kept slashing at the air with his sword. His eyes were bloodshot, and he kept roaring loudly. Finally, the monk found an opportunity and kicked him down.

"Amitabha, donor, your karma is too heavy and your obsession is too deep. Why don't you put down your butcher knife and take refuge in me, the Buddha. The Buddha will definitely help you practice and achieve the great path."

After kicking the man off the stage, the monk stood on the ring and said sincerely to the monk just now.

The monk swung his sword and tried to cut him, but the monk's sharp eyes knocked him out with a quick palm.

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor has no predestined relationship with the Buddha. How wonderful!"

Seeing this, everyone onlookers rolled their eyes at the monk. You have the final say whether you are destined to be destined or not. You have already said it, so what else do you want others to say?

"Amitabha, this benefactor has a destiny with the Buddha. Why don't we come up to the stage to discuss and forge a good relationship."

As soon as everyone rolled their eyes, they saw the monk speaking loudly in one direction with his eyes shining.

Everyone followed his line of sight and saw Hei Ye, who was dressed in black and wearing half a mask, and Bai Qing Hua, who was standing beside him.

"He seems to be talking about you."

Bai Qinghua poked Heiye beside him and whispered.

"Want to fight?"

Heiye lowered his head and looked at Bai Qinghua's fingers before he could take them back, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

"Hit him. This monk has the same level of cultivation as you, and he looks like he deserves a beating."

Bai Qinghua didn't like the way the monk looked at Heiye. If it weren't for her true cultivation, she was too bullying to fight here, she would have wanted to go up and beat the monk up.

"Then fight."

Heiye smiled fondly, and he immediately got on the ring. He handed the spirit stone to the person guarding the ring, and then looked at the young monk opposite.

Although the person opposite was bald and had no ring scars on his head, he was obviously not a real Buddhist, but he was holding a rosary in his hand, standing with one hand on his chest, and looking at himself with a smile on his face, which made Hei Ye unbearable. He touched his teeth and saw that the fake monk across from him was still opening his mouth to speak. Hei Ye's face turned dark instantly. A big knife appeared in his hand and he slashed towards the monk's bald head. This knife was not a blood demon knife. But he bought it from an unknown treasure pavilion on the street a few days ago. The material is good and he uses it very easily. The most important thing is that it was given to him by Hua Hua and he likes it very much.

Several people around him entered the ring. Bai Qinghua stood alone and was bored. He thought that Zhou Xing should have been with them today. Although they only got along with each other for a few days, Zhou Xing had never missed an appointment, not to mention that they were together every day. The person who paid him the spiritual stones seemed to be in short supply. Every time he got the spiritual stones, he seemed very happy. If this was an opportunity to earn spiritual stones, he shouldn't break the promise.

While thinking about it, Bai Qinghua left the martial arts arena, stood at the door and thought for a while, then walked in one direction. After walking for about half an hour, what he saw in front of him was no longer tall buildings, but low buildings. Short houses, these houses are also made of stones, but the stones are small and scattered, and they are not very strong when stacked. The roads have become narrow, and the ground is full of dirt, pitted and very uneven.

Bai Qinghua stood in front of such a house, frowning with a headache. She never thought that Zhou Xing actually lived in such a place. The houses inside were crooked. How could she find Zhou Xing's home? But I felt a little unwilling to leave like this after I came here. I wanted to find someone to inquire, but I couldn't even see anyone.

Bai Qinghua couldn't help it, so she only chose a small road and walked in randomly. It was very quiet all the way. The doors of every house here were closed. She didn't know if they were out looking for a living or something. She didn't use her spiritual consciousness to walk in a Using your spiritual consciousness at will in a strange place can easily get you into trouble, because you don’t know if there are some hidden masters within the coverage of your spiritual consciousness. Once there is such a person, not only will You will expose yourself and be easily attacked by others' spiritual consciousness.

After walking back and forth like this for a while, just when Bai Qinghua was about to turn around and go back, he vaguely heard a burst of noisy yelling and cursing, accompanied by rough laughter and a woman crying. Shouting; in such silence, such a voice seemed very abrupt.

Bai Qinghua hardly hesitated. A flash of light flashed under her feet. In the next moment, she had appeared on a relatively complete stone wall. The stone wall was not very high, but it was just enough for her to have a panoramic view of the noise in front of her.

A simple courtyard ahead was in a mess. Three men in the courtyard were punching and kicking a person. The man was curled up on the ground, covered in blood and not knowing whether he was alive or dead. In the corner of the courtyard, a man in ragged clothes could not see his appearance. The person was huddled in the corner and shivering. On the other side, two men were pulling on a woman's clothes. The woman was almost stripped naked and tightly protected the last piece of clothing on her body. Her cheeks on both sides were swollen. There was scarlet blood on the corner of his mouth, and his big eyes were full of despair, but the man over there who was beaten and covered in blood could not help but shed tears.

Seeing such a scene, Bai Qinghua's aura instantly turned cold. Coincidentally, the man who was beaten was exactly the person Bai Qinghua wanted to find on this trip - Zhou Xing.