Feng Jiuxi said: "Also, you have to take off your clothes and pants, crawl outside from my feet, and imitate the barking of a dog."

This is a good idea. All the heroes in the arena are happy to see Zhao Shijin's waist swaying, dogs barking, and crawling under everyone's feet. Some evil eyes linger on Zhao Shijin's small buttocks.

On the scene, the smile gradually became lustful, and even more, unable to control his excitement, he ran out of the arena to tell each other.

When Zhao Tutu saw these strange looks, he was so angry that oil could drip from his face. The expression of this young man was exactly the same as that of the young man in white who had made him suffer great humiliation. Damn it, he had a psychological shadow on the color white.

"Asshole! If you want to scheme against me, you are still a bit immature. If you lose, I will throw you into the field and be torn into pieces by spiritual beasts!"

He released the coercion of the Little Star Realm, and everyone ran away in fear, unable to catch the young man in white. Mr. Zhao was very angry, and it could be seen from their expressions that this young man was destined to die in no time.

The old alchemist sighed sympathetically.

The little fat man looked at Feng Jiuxi with the look in his eyes as if he was the one who was going to be in trouble. He felt so immersed in the situation that even the lost gold coins didn't hurt anymore.

Several times, she wanted to stand up and persuade Wuming to bow her head and apologize to Mr. Zhao, but her indifferent attitude was much more encouraging than her own, and she also had a hint of admiration for the strong.

Cheer up.

Feng Jiuxi said arrogantly, "I will decide on Mr. Zhao's share rights."

The young man's eclectic and noble aura seemed to be born to make people crawl, and everyone present ignored her slenderness.

The game started and Zhao Shijin entered the court.

Facing the man who was ready to charge at any time with a blood knife, his eyes were full of sinister contempt and disgusting viciousness.

"A mere slave is not enough for me to crush to death with just one finger."

The aura of the powerful men on both sides could almost crush the breath of life within two feet.

Everyone wisely retreated out of the coercive range. They no longer simply wanted to watch their duel, but the bet between Zhao Shijin and the boy in white always aroused their desire to know the outcome.

Zhao Shijin struck preemptively, using the dragon-tiger move to grab the slave's heart and grab it on the face. Everyone was looking forward to the scene of blood splattering.

"ah!"

Everyone's eyes changed suddenly. The blood-luo short knife in the slave's hand was as sharp as clay, and two of his fingers were cut off like a whirlwind.

Zhao Shijin reacted quickly and kicked the back of his knife with a tiger kick. He jumped to the fence, pinched his bloody and twitching severed hand, quickly took a bottle of blood-restoring medicine and poured it into his mouth, and tapped several of his acupuncture points.

Stop the blood flow.

There is no blood on the Xueluo knife.

Zhao Shijin raised his sword with his left hand and stabbed it flatly. The sword moved like clouds and flowing water, and wave after wave of mysterious waves rushed out between him and the Xue Luo Dao.

The monks who often visit the fighting arena all know that Zhao Shijin has learned a set of two-handed sword techniques, and he can take the moves with his left hand freely.

Feng Jiuxi looked at the situation on the field, the light in her eyes was like the light of swords, and her eyes turned sharply.

Zhao Shijin was like a black-tipped snake that couldn't be shaken off, wrapping around the slave and stabbing him.

Large pieces of flesh fell onto the field, making a loud sound.

No matter how powerful he was, after all, he had spent five games before, and some people were already looking at Feng Jiuxi with sympathy.

The little fat man and the big-headed fist cultivator also had unclear expressions.

The sword in Zhao Shijin's hand stabbed into his thigh, spinning in a vicious circle, with a perverted smile on his lips.

The slave endured the extreme pain of the sword blade mixed with profound energy being twisted into his bones and flesh. His vocal cords trembled and he could not make any sound. He pushed his head against the fence crazily, pinched the blade and tore it away from his thigh. The pain intensified.

Huge, bloody and fleshy mess.

His face was covered with sweat, and his tall body fell to his knees.

Zhao Shijin wiped the blood from his mouth, shook off the flesh and blood tissue on the sword in disgust, and stuck it on his face, saying wildly and treacherously: "I will ask you and that bitch to feed the wild beasts in a moment."

The slave gasped loudly, with murderous aura surging in his eyes. His fists were almost crushed, and he pointed at Zhao Shijin's smooth face and greeted him.

Zhao Shijin fell to the ground and could not react. The slave rode on his neck like an angry lion and beat him so hard that Zhao Shijin's nose bones were broken and he choked with blood and coughed.

He felt his sword and stabbed him in the stomach.

The slave immediately backed away in pain.

Zhao Shijin got up again and struck him with the sword several times.

Even though he was beaten to the point where his parents couldn't recognize him, his shameless expression didn't fade at all.

The slave had so many holes all over his body that he fell to the ground like a giant beast. Zhao Shijin picked up his head and banged it on the ground under his feet three times. He saw that his head was covered in blood before stepping on his face to grind his shoes. His face was bloody.

His words were full of violence and ferocity: "You are very capable, and you are not just a wiper for me."

Many people looked at Feng Jiuxi as if the end was coming, while others looked at her purely as a joke.

The little fat man shook his face, and when he saw his frightened expression that he was about to pee his pants, he was very talented in creating a terrifying atmosphere. Qiqi Ai Ai said: "You are in a miserable state. You will be dragged to the venue to feed the spirit beasts."

Feng Jiuxi didn't want to look at him and walked straight back to the table where she was just now, without being affected at all by the audience.

Those people were talking a lot.

"This young man must be so frightened that he doesn't even dare to look down."

"He looked calm and indifferent, and he didn't look like he was scared."

"He probably knew the outcome and wanted to face the tragedy in the best possible way."

One person nodded and expressed regret, "This young man is calm in the face of danger. In time, he will be a material for great things. It's a pity."

Feng Jiuxi's face was pure, and these people were so good at gossiping.

Conjuring a golden seal pen, eliminating all interference, weaving spirits in the void.

"Look, she's drawing in the air with her pen."

The little fat man also noticed it, as if he was looking at the goddess.

"You are about to die, what are you drawing?"

Feng Jiuxi's expression was calm and she ignored him.

Quan Xiu said: "Is it possible that I was frightened out of my wits?"

Immediately afterwards, someone else echoed.

Their realm is too low to see the magnificent red aura in Feng Jiuxi's painting, flying downstairs.

Mizuki Qinghua can assist in combat, and she named this skill Fengying Konglai.

These red auras are the power of her life soul, which can assist in healing and increase her own combat value.

Originally, using the auxiliary harp had the best effect.

She also worried about what happened to these people.

I feel sorry for being a fool for once.

Those life soul spiritual energy entered the eight extraordinary meridians of the man, and the slave felt the spiritual energy flowing warmly on his body, as if the spiritual energy was controlling the rhythm in his body.

It feels even more magical than the feeling I just took after taking the special mystical medicine.

The pain that was weighing down my body like a mountain was also relieved.

He grabbed Zhao Shijin's ankles with both hands and threw him far away. He rolled from the fence to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

The slave stood up and saw that the bleeding from the sword wound had stopped.

Some minor injuries disappeared, and the bloody holes on his thighs seemed to be being mended by spiritual energy. He looked at the young man on the second floor with bright eyes.
Chapter completed!