The sunset slants to the west, through the thick door walls of the martial arts arena, illuminating the private room, reflecting many ornaments, as if dyed with a layer of crimson covered with clouds.

In the private room, Fang Ark slowly opened his eyes.

Success!

The sea of ​​Qi is opened, which means that he has entered the second realm of Qi Refining Martial Arts, and can be called a martial artist!

Qi-refining martial artists are much scarce than those of the second-cap warriors. In terms of overall strength, martial artists are also stronger than those of the second-cap warriors!

Because Qi Refining Warriors will have a stronger grasp and control of every detail of themselves than bloodline warriors.

Bloodline warriors are strictly just relying on external objects.

In fact, Ark can also be regarded as relying on external objects to enter the realm of a martial artist. After all, the transformation of martial arts experience into the spiritual energy he needs is somewhat similar to bloodline martial arts.

But it is a little different. The improvement of Fang Ark does not have the so-called unproficient problem of bloodline warriors.

Because Fang Ark had mastered every detail of the physical body in the process of deducing the martial arts.

"Martial arts experience can reduce the process of refining qi..."

Fang Zhou took a deep breath and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

After all, his practice is just beginning, and compared with other warriors, what he lacks is accumulation.

However, if he can transform his martial arts experience into Qi cultivation accumulation, his strength can be improved rapidly!

Of course, the premise is to have enough martial arts experience.

"Next time I enter Xiaoci's body... I have to work harder to gain experience. Every little bit of martial arts experience is cultivation!"

Fang Ark took a deep breath and felt a little relieved.

Of course, Fang Ark is also very clear that the method of using martial arts experience to shorten the qi refining process also has flaws, that is, his physical body must keep up.

If the body is not strong enough and he forcibly converts experience to refine qi, his dantian is likely to be burst!

For example, this time, he still has 70 points of martial arts experience, but the Wushu Bookstore only transformed him 50 points, because if all 70 points are converted, the extra spiritual energy will burst his dantian.

The remaining 20 points of martial arts experience, and Fang Ark doesn't want to waste it anymore.

This time, when fighting against aliens, this time, is also a life-and-death battle for Fang Ark.

Mr. Zhao once said that every time he hits a boxing game, he should be treated as the last battle in his life.

This is awe of life.

Fang Ark has no experience in fighting with alien races, so he has to treat it even more spiritually.

"The remaining martial arts experience... deduced "Bone Claw"!"

Ark made the decision.

The blue smoke in front of me was psychedelic, and then, Ark entered the deduction of "Bone Claw" and began the deduction of "Bone Claw"!

"Bone Claw" itself is a technique formed by combining the two skills of Iron Arm and Tear.

Before, Ark only spent martial arts experience to integrate, but it had not been deduced and improved. Therefore, after this deduction, "Bone Claw" became more and more perfect, and nine claw shadows were vaguely transformed.

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In the fighting arena, lanterns with tassels are scattered with dazzling lights, illuminating the entire fighting arena as daytime.

The second floor, which seemed quite cold in the past, was completely full tonight, and it was hard to find a private room.

Many powerful people who came late could only stay in the corridor on the second floor, or go to the first floor of the martial arts arena, and squeeze in with ordinary gamblers.

On the wooden corridor on the second floor, there are figures of people wearing gorgeous silk clothes, and even many aliens can be seen.

Many coaches from the martial arts arena gathered in their respective private rooms early.

Mr. Zhao held the cigarette pole in his mouth, followed by the servant Qiuyue, and stepped into the private room with a gloomy face.

Lei Laohu had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he had sat on the nanmu chair in the room early.

Several coaches greeted Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao let out a breath of smoke, but nodded symbolically.

"What do you think of this boxing game?"

Mr. Zhao said.

"I don't hide it. The one who punches tonight is Fang Ark, the newcomer under my command who beats Qian Monkey."

As soon as these words were said, many coaches in the box were stunned.

They really didn't know about this news, even Lei Laohu's swollen eyes showed a strange color.

"That boy?"

"Fighting with the alien race... This kid seems to have won the favor of Master Pei."

Lei Laohu said with deep meaning.

Mr. Zhao ignored him, glanced at the coaches in the box with one eye and said, "Who are you betting on this boxing game?"

Two smogs slowly fell in the nasal cavity and then exploded and spread out.

"Who is betting on aliens? Stand up and get out for me!"

Mr. Zhao spoke.

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the box seemed to be stiff.

The first person to break the silence was Lei Laohu: "One-eyed Zhao, you are arrogant and hammer!"

"You need to say this? Fighting with a foreign race, even if I lose only my crotch, I will only betray the human race!"

"Who can you beat the aliens to win?"

When Mr. Zhao heard this, the fierce look in his eyes slowed down.

"I can't help but bet on the gamblers below. After all, in their eyes, there is only gambling, but we are different. Even if we know we will lose, we will bet on the human race without hesitation."

"This is the position and bottom line of our new warriors."

A gentle-looking coach chuckled.

Mr. Zhao looked at him and showed a rare smile on his face: "Xiao Zhou, you are right."

"Although we are just boxers on the boxing, first of all, we are humans."

This Xiao Zhou is the youngest among the many Tianzi coaches and is very strong.

The atmosphere in the private room quickly eased.

Even Lei Laohu and Zhao, who have always been hostile and look down on each other, did not face each other's tit-for-tat, and were both looking forward to the opening of the boxing.

"By the way, who should I take?"

Suddenly, someone in the box said something.

The atmosphere that had originally relaxed suddenly became tense again.

Mr. Zhao's hand holding the cigarette pole shivered, and the ashes fell a little darkly.

Almost ignored this very serious issue!

Who are Guan Tianyuan betting on?!

In the private room, the coaches looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on sitting quietly in the corner, constantly reducing their presence, smiling silly, and chubby Guan Tianyuan.

"Old manager, who do you bet on win?"

Mr. Zhao said in a deep voice, if he listened carefully, his voice seemed to be trembling a little.

Guan Tianyuan shook his hand with great courage.

"This is my strongest gamble so far. I bet on all my wealth!"

"Who should I beg?"

Mr. Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice was a little higher.

The other coaches in the box also breathed.

Guan Tianyuan smiled silly: "I, I plan to believe in a wave of metaphysics, so I will lose all my money and bet on aliens!"

"Born as a human being, I want to bury him to death!"

As soon as the words come out.

In the private room, many teachers let out a long breath.

Mr. Zhao collapsed on the chair and wiped the sweat from his forehead, almost scaring me to death.

"Stable, Zhouzi is stable!"

"I can't believe in Fang Ark, but I have to believe in Guan Tianyuan!"

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To be continued...