Chapter 87

"What?! upright son dares!"

"You're too arrogant. I can't stand it. I want to beat him. Are you with him?"

"The guy on the stage, hurry up and solve him, and then carry him out. We'll take turns to get him!"

"No more! I'll beat you to win! After winning, I'll invite you to dinner!"

"Yes, we all beat you to win."

Listening to the sound on the stand, Zhao Sheng smiled and thought: be angry, more, so that I can earn more spirit stones.

"Hehe, boy, did you hear that?" the little man said arrogantly in front of Zhao Sheng: "you have provoked public anger. I'll give you a chance. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, I'll let bygones be bygones and don't break your arms and legs."

"Oh? Really? I'll kneel down and kowtow to you? You rubbish are not afraid to bear it?"

"You!" the man's eyes stared wide, and his right index finger pointed to Zhao Sheng's head.

But the man just pointed to Zhao Sheng, and the sound around the space rang again.

"Challenge arena No. 3, Kirin, Qi training, later accomplishments the day after tomorrow, Challenger No. 17, Qi training, early accomplishments, start."

"I warn you, don't point at me!" seeing that he was being pointed at, Zhao Sheng's voice suddenly became vicious.

"Yo Ho? I just pointed at you. What's wrong?" the short man smiled and his eyes were full of contempt: "you hit me?! come on, don't hesitate, fight here!"

His right hand pointed to Zhao Sheng's short and strong man, and his left hand pointed to his head.

"Bang!" "..."

"In challenge arena 3, Kirin wins." the competition has just begun and is over.

The space was completely silent.

Everyone is not blind. Zhao Shenggang's punch has even deformed the short man's head.

Everyone saw his terrible power.

"Tut tut Tut, there are really such cheap people... I always follow the principle of beating people without hitting the face, but you have to be beaten in the face... Alas..." since Zhao Sheng is not good-looking, why should Zhao Sheng make you good-looking? Looking at the short and strong man who fainted in place, he opened his mouth without mercy and mocked.

"Really weak... Too weak, not even one can play." shaking his head, but intentionally or unintentionally, Zhao Sheng muttered to the most noisy stand before.

Hearing such ridicule, those men and women who have been silly have surprisingly failed to refute.

"Is there anyone else coming? I'll withdraw if no one comes." Zhao Sheng looked unhappy as he stretched.

"A group of cowards who can only move their mouths..."

Finally, he said one more sentence, and without any further pause, he directly turned down the challenge arena and walked towards the little brother in charge of betting.

If eyes can kill, I'm afraid Zhao Sheng has been killed by many spectators in the stands.

However, Zhao Sheng has no fear of these.

There are too few body refining friars in the boundless Dynasty. To be exact, almost all the friars in Daoqing gate are Qi practicing friars. Zhao Sheng only glanced at the spectators on the stand, and he could see that there were no body refining monks among them. Without the body refining friar, what else does Zhao Sheng fear?

No. 3 Arena is for boxing. And unless the Qi practitioner is much higher than him, how can he compare with Zhao Sheng, who has reached the middle stage of body cultivation by virtue of Youlong Manxiang Jue?

After all, the most powerful thing for Qi friars is to use treasures and exercise skills to fight with their huge aura.

In terms of fists and feet, they want to fight with double monks like Zhao Sheng who practice Qi and body? You're kidding.

Of course, this can't blame them. It can only be said that the body refining friars were so neglected in the boundless dynasty that there was no need to tell the body refining accomplishments in the previous registration form, just the Qi cultivation accomplishments.

Therefore, so many people present did not magically know the root cause of the tragic battle between heroes and short men.

"Gudong." looking at the terrible Zhao Sheng, he was walking towards him. The little brother couldn't help but be frightened and drank a mouthful of water.

"How many spirit stones have I won?"

"Two... Two thousand..." my little brother is also a person who has experienced great storms. It's more bloody than this scene now. I don't know how many I've seen.

But Zhao Sheng has never seen a few guys who kill people, kill their hearts, defeat each other and mend their knives.

"It's only two thousand, tut tut." with tut Tut's mouth, Zhao Sheng couldn't help sighing.

Just a few days ago, he was still struggling for 3000 spirit stones. Today, he already feels that 2000 spirit stones are too few.

"In the stands, who of you is still interested in coming down with me? I haven't made enough money. You don't really think you're all rubbish. Don't worry, people have to be confident." Zhao Sheng continued without hesitation.

Anyway, he looks like after Yi Rong at this time. Even if he has caused any great disaster here, when Zhao Sheng leaves here, he will get rid of things. Who knows that he will cause trouble in the martial arts competition hall?

At most... Just pray for Yong Shoulu.

"Do you lack spirit stones? I do. Tell me your name. How will you hang out with me in the future? I can give you as many spirit stones as you want." a dignified man in a slightly luxurious robe on the stand said to Zhao Sheng.

"Get up and go. You can take such a person? If I say such a person has to mix with me, I can guarantee his glorious life, can you?"

"Er..." Zhao Sheng obviously didn't expect that he would deliberately say such words to beg for beating. How could there be two people competing for him? Is it because your sarcasm is not enough?

So, after thinking for a while, he said, "don't argue... I won't mix with garbage. Of course, if you want to prove that you're not garbage, go to the challenge arena and have a fight with me."

Once again, there was a calm scene in the stands. Even though Zhao Sheng had tried his best to stir up the emotions of the audience in the stands, looking at the quiet stands, Zhao Sheng shook his head.

"Two thousand spirit stones are almost enough to dominate Xuantian Jue and Youlong Manxiang Jue for one month."

He turned around and walked out of the Biwu hall from the waiting area. Zhao Sheng knew that there were many pairs of eyes staring at him behind him.

But he didn't worry, because he was walking in the direction of Yong Shoulu's room.

"Just as the saying goes, dead friends don't die. I'm sorry, brother Lu."

Humming a tune, Zhao Sheng, who has two thousand spirit stones, walked briskly. It took only half a column of incense to go to Yong Shoulu's room.