People Are in Douluo, Good at Hugging Thighs

"That's right." The man was stunned for a moment, and relieved.

"Besides, if this person is really such a master, then we can only take credit for it. Your Majesty will be very happy to see such a genius appear in the country. After all, the empire is short of talents and military expenses." The old man said with a smile.

"What the supervisor said is right!" the man said respectfully.

On the other side, after the two guards confirmed the death of the opponent and dragged them away, the door in front of Ning Xiaotian just opened. He walked in, turned his head to look at the guards, and said calmly: "Continue to the next game."

The battle ended so quickly that he didn't even have time to warm up.

"Please wait a moment." The guard continued to dial and shake people with a nervous heart. His duty was to guard the lounge and he could not see the situation in the arena. That was the job of the guard in the secret door of the passage, including confirmation of death and collection of corpses. .

He has seen a lot of people with the first game ending so quickly, but it is extremely rare for the second game to end so quickly. He is almost sure that the contestant who is in charge of receiving today is a big boss, and maybe he will be able to do so in the future. Become the character of the general.

After a while, the match was successful, and the third match began.

Obviously, he won.

Game four, win.

Game five, win.

Tenth game, win.

From the start to the end, no battle lasted more than 10 seconds, and the white clothes around the waist were still white and flawless.

The moonlight should be brighter tonight, suitable for cultivation.The silly dog ​​at home is also waiting to be fed. It is not time to eat at home tonight. Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian walked into the door and turned his head to look at the guard: "That's it for today! Also, please convey it to me. Next time, don't send rookies who are below the level of the Soul Sect to fight with me."

He came here to hone his boxing skills, not to win streaks. With his current 38th level of soul power and physical strength, gladiators who are lower than the realm of the soul sect can't get any help at all, so he directly calls the soul king. Meiyan doesn't allow him to be so awesome.

He seems to be in his early 20s at the most. If he directly refers to the soul king, he may be directly reported to the desk of the emperor of the Star Luo Empire, and he may be ranked as a master of the soul emperor after a few fights. With his current fighting experience, although I am very confident, but I may not be able to beat those soul emperor-level soul fighters who are hovering between life and death every day.

The Soul Sect is already considered a cross-level battle, so it should be enough for the time being.

As for those dead opponents, the moment they entered the arena, they had already expressed their choices, and he was the same. If he died in battle, he would only accept it calmly.

"Yes!" Hearing this, the guard immediately tensed up and stood up straight. His broad back seemed to be crawling with ice snakes, and his hairs stood on end.

"Yeah." Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly, swiped his card and walked into the changing room.

"It's such a scary look, it feels like looking at a dead person." The guard wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and shivered all over. He was a gentle and gentle gentleman when he first came in, but now he looks like a cold killing machine. He has never seen it before. There are less murderous contestants, but I have never seen such a sharp contrast transformation process. It feels like entering a cold winter from a hot summer.

And the whole process only took two quarters of an hour.

The time for arranging the opponent is far more than the time for fighting, and it is still ten consecutive games, which is terrible.

After changing his clothes, Ning Xiaotian greeted the guards and walked back to the hall alone.

At this time, there were more people in the whole hall, staggering, and the seats around the walls were all filled. He slowly walked towards the door, and the pedestrians around him all moved out of the way. Some people were surprised, some were crazy, Someone lowered his head directly.

"What's the situation?" Ning Xiaotian didn't know why.

"Golden Warrior, you haven't received your reward for tonight's victory!" the receptionist whispered softly.

"Keep it." Ning Xiaotian turned his head and smiled warmly.

The girl's delicate body trembled, the waves were choppy, her pretty face was instantly buried in the ditch, a little pale.

Ning Xiaotian: "???"

Chapter 180

"What's the situation? I feel like I'm afraid of me? It's only ten games in a row, don't you need to react so much? Could it be that my winning streak is too fast? Or other reasons?" Many thoughts flashed in Ning Xiaotian's mind, He felt that the information he had learned about the Star Luo Empire Arena from Yang Wuguo's younger brother was very incomplete, and he needed to find a real local to ask about the specific situation.

Go to the Blacksmith Association tomorrow and ask Lou Gao... Thinking of this, he turned his head and walked straight out of the gate.

Discussions began in the hall.

"Less than 1 meters tall, wearing a black mask...Is that him?"

"A great person has come to the arena. I still don't want to participate in the competition for a few days."

"Just you, can you still get in line now?"

"..."

"Xiaoya, what's wrong with you? You look so bad!" Behind the counter, the girl looked at her companion with her head down, a little surprised.

"Xiao Ai, don't you feel anything? The golden warrior looked over just now, and I felt like something terrible was staring at me from behind him. It scared me to death." The girl who had just called Ning Xiaotian came back to her senses. , patted his full chest, and said in fear.

"No." The companion shook his head, "However, he is so powerful! In less than a quarter of an hour, he won ten games in a row. The legendary Haotian Mianxia was not so powerful back then. If he can win thirty games in a row Just take us away."

She licked the girl's shoulders and licked her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation, "The golden warrior looks young."

As a counter girl, unless she is taken away by the winning streak warriors recruited by the empire, she has to maintain her virginity until her aging face is replaced by a newcomer, and she goes to work on time every day, day after day, without any freedom.

"It's not that easy. I've been here for 10 years. I haven't seen a warrior who won [-] games in a row, let alone [-] games." The girl's eyes dimmed and she murmured.

"Hey, our Gengxin City is still a bit remote. If we were in a more prosperous main city, it would be easier to meet such warriors." The companion was a little discouraged.

"Yeah..." the girl sighed.

......

At this time, the observation room on the top floor.

"Director... the contestant left a message before leaving, requesting that the opponent in the next battle match should not be lower than the level of the Soul Sect." The man put down the microphone with a strange face, "but his opponent in the tenth match is the Soul Sect what."

"This can only show that he is a soul sect who is good at strength or physical body, and his soul power level has reached level 45. In addition, he has outstanding combat talent and strength far surpasses that soul sect, so this kind of attack happened. A sense of gap."

The old man said, frowning, "This kind of cultivation talent is enough to rival the eldest prince, and even far surpass it in terms of combat skills alone, and there are not many forces on the mainland that can cultivate such talented disciples. "

"Then do you want to report it?" the man suggested.

"Not in a hurry, wait for the people below to find out about his coming to Gengxin City first." The old man shook his head, "Besides, we are just guessing at the moment, his opponent just now is just a low-level soul sect, that's all. Can't explain anything yet."

"When he comes next time, you directly arrange a 45-level Soul Sect Gladiator as his opponent." The old man turned his head and ordered.

"The subordinates know." The man nodded, and said again: "Then what if he is easily defeated?"

"Then it is very necessary to report it." The old man said solemnly, "If he can easily defeat a 45th-level Soul Sect Gladiator, then his combat power can almost approach that of the Soul King. It's scary."

After a pause, he added: "Make more preparations, slightly increase the strength of his opponents in the next ten games, and set the strength of his opponents in the last round to be a junior soul king. Although it is a little risky, it is also necessary to test his limits. .In addition, don't sell tickets for his fight for the time being, I will pay attention to it personally when the time comes."

It's not in compliance with the rules for such a character not to test his strength, but if he dies before twenty games and is approached by his sect, he will probably be asked to apologize with death. It doesn't matter if he dies or not. implicate the family.

As for the stage after the [-]th round, the main character fight stage, he is not afraid, tens of thousands of people are watching.

If he is dead, His Majesty the Emperor will not punish him.

"Yes." The man said respectfully.

......

The moon and stars are sparse, the sky is dim, and there is still a blush of the setting sun in the far west.

The flat and criss-cross streets of Gengxin City are already brightly lit. Brilliant neon lights are hung unevenly on the various buildings, reflecting the colorful colors on the ground.

Ning Xiaotian walked unhurriedly, passing a barbecue stand, sniffing lightly at the tip of his nose, it smells like spicy rabbit meat, it is worthy of being the most fertile soul beast on Douluo Continent, you can smell their fat and juicy everywhere roasted aroma.

The price is still very affordable, he happily bought three small bags, and walked back to the small courtyard leisurely.

Opening the door, the little milk dog ran over, sniffed, and ran away in disgust.

"What's the situation? I took a shower in the changing room of the arena." Ning Xiaotian raised his arm and smelled it, but there was no peculiar smell, but as we all know, dogs have a keen sense of smell. Could it be that they sensed something?

Reminiscent of today's in the hall of the arena, everyone consciously detoured, and the girl at the counter was frightened at a glance by him, Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but fell into deep thought, took out the rabbit meat from the soul guide and put it on the ground, and quickly ran in. bedroom.

Cross-legged on the bed, he lightly exercised his soul power, urged the soul bone in his head to enhance his mental power, his eyes gleamed with silver light, and stared down at himself.

"Murderous!" Ning Xiaotian was surprised. At this time, his whole body was covered with a faint red aura, like a cloud like fog, extremely thin, but there was no doubt that it was a murderous aura. Luo and the others have spied on them.

I didn't feel anything in the arena before. Could it be that the authorities are obsessed and the onlookers know?

Just like the stinky feet of my roommate in the previous life, he didn't feel it, but I was so smoked that I wanted to scold my mother.

No wonder they all walk around me. Most of the contestants in the arena have experienced fighting and have a certain perception of murderous aura. Even if they don't understand what it is, they can subconsciously perceive the danger.

However, the girl at the counter was quite far away from me, so she was so scared, and many of the contestants who were swept away by me subconsciously bowed their heads... Ning Xiaotian withdrew his soul power, touched his chin, and thought carefully. Going back to the scene where the No.1 opponent was killed.

At the beginning, he was a little excited, eager to fight, and a little nervous, looking at his opponent up and down at the beginning... But later, his mood swings seemed to become less and less, and his heart became more and more nervous. Calm, even the eyes have changed.

Chapter 181 The Solution

Eyes... Ning Xiaotian was taken aback, quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, took off the mask, looked at himself in the mirror with his hands on the bathroom platform, smiled wryly, the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, there was a strange feeling of stiffness, as if his face Muscle suddenly forgot the memory of that smile.He frowned, and his facial features froze for a moment, automatically exuding a strange sense of chill.

"The news reports in the previous life said that the eyes of habitual murderers are all indifferent, so it is true." Ning Xiaotian had mixed feelings in his heart, recalling the ten "massacres" again, and suddenly understood.

"This is a change in mentality. In the subsequent battles, I no longer have the fear of death, nor the awe of life. The only thought in my mind is to do everything possible to solve the opponent as quickly as possible."

Soul beasts and human beings are still different in my subconscious... Ning Xiaotian squeezed the cold bath platform. When he killed the soul beast to obtain the soul ring, he also felt sorry for the soul beast in his heart, but And that's all.

After killing the soul beast, his mood didn't fluctuate much, as if it was a matter of course.

"The purpose of my coming to the arena is to hone my skills and kill opponents in the simplest and fastest way. These ten consecutive battles have indeed brought me into this state, but such changes... If things go on like this... "Ning Xiaotian's body trembled violently, and he quickly shook his head. He didn't want to become a murderous and emotionless monster in the future.

In the original book, Tang San went to Yuexuan after leaving the capital of killing. It took him a long time to completely control the murderous aura and uncontrollable killing intent in his body by learning noble etiquette and piano skills.

But this Gengxin City is just a place where iron is forged, so where is the place to cultivate the body and mind.

Except for the hook bar!

No, no, I'm a married man.

If I want to continue to experience killing in the arena, I have to find a way to learn to control my killing intent and killing intent. Now I can't control it, and it will be even more difficult when I get to the killing capital.

Rubbing his chin, his thoughts raced.

After a while, Ning Xiaotian narrowed his eyes, and secretly said: "Grandpa Jian's move of blending murderous aura into sword aura, to a certain extent, also reflects his own strong control over killing intent and murderous aura, can I do the same?" What about trying?"

"The soul power condensing sword already consumes energy, but if you add sword energy, it will be even more difficult." He pointed at the Baijie bath table with his left hand, "but there are many benefits. It is also because of energy consumption that requires a high degree of concentration. The influence of killing intent and murderous intent on me will be greatly weakened, not only that, but it will also temper my will even more."

"And once I succeed, even if it's just getting started, it can greatly improve my combat power. Most importantly, I may be able to use this to get rid of the influence of the killing atmosphere in the killing capital on myself, and maybe it will also have some impact on my cultivation. help."

"Let's try it!" Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian quickly ran back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the solid wood floor, so as not to smash the bed if he didn't pay attention.

Putting his hands lightly on his thighs, he began to close his eyes and calm his mind, urging his soul power to run the reincarnation formula. When the soul power circulated to his arms along with the big cycle, he quickly used his mental power to control and extract part of his soul power to leave the body.

The white soul power rises slowly like smoke, and when it rises to a height of two inches below the navel, it gradually spreads to both sides, continuously converging, extending, and stretching, but it always remains within a certain range.

Gradually, the white mist became thicker, forming a horizontal three-finger wide and three-foot-long sword in that space, with a hilt about ten centimeters long. The handle is one piece without any ornate carvings.