The only way

Chapter 200 Blockers, Ten Thousand Massacres

Eight black and white two-color Liangyi swords gathered in the air, deriving Zhou Tian Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and the two echoed each other, each turning into a huge black and white long sword, shining with a faint aura.

In the introverted killing intent sword, the black and white swords are intertwined like a Tai Chi spirit fish, and a strong killing intent erupts at the moment of slashing. The body magic weapon pierces through the monk's body like a broken bamboo.

A blood-colored flower bloomed on his chest, and the monk wearing a leopard mask raised his head in horror, but his breath disappeared in an instant.

The arena monk who watched all this indifferently from the outside, flew onto the stage, inspected it, and said in a calm tone, "Baihu, the 170th round, wins, a total of 92 wins and [-] losses."

Lingchu, who was wearing a tiger mask, nodded calmly. With a movement of his sleeve, the eight Liangyi swords scattered, turning into black and white streamers and sinking into the sleeve.

After nearly a year of fighting in the underground arena, whether it is the Liangyi sword or the ink and wash sword, they have already drank a lot of blood. Now, they all have a bit more coldness and sharpness. For those who are strong, if you look at it, you will have a sudden life.

Even Lingchu felt that he hadn't seen the sun for more than half a year, and he was about to become another thousand people slaughtering all day long.

That's not right, half a year later, Qianrentu has changed its name to Wanrentu.

Thinking about it, when he really became a massacre, it should be the time to become a Jindan Daoist.

Put away the score card, Lingchu has already fought two games today, although the spiritual power in the dantian is still abundant, but Lingchu does not intend to continue fighting, first, she does not want to be too conspicuous, and second, she does not want to expose Things with strong spiritual power.

For more than half a year, if one game a day is enough to achieve the goal of [-] victories, but sometimes, Lingchu can't return to the arena to fight too quickly.

For example, because of a serious injury in the last round, although there is Taoist treatment, it cannot be exposed, so I can only rest quietly for a few days before participating in the next round.

With such a delay, more than half a year has passed, and the last few victories are still short.

Without looking at the corpse on the ground, Lingchu turned his head and left the underground arena.

Inside the inn, the shopkeeper, who was making calculations, looked up, and saw a monk wearing a tattered cloak and a tiger mask, walking in with injuries all over his body.

There was no surprise, and there was no fuss. After the shopkeeper saw it, he even showed a three-point acquaintance, and said with a smile, "Oh, isn't this fellow Daoist Baihu? Why, did you go to the arena again today? gone?"

The innkeeper was very familiar with this tenant who had lived in their inn for more than half a year. Naturally, he knew that this guest who claimed to be a white tiger would go to the underground arena basically every day as long as he was not seriously injured.

Then bring back the scars all over the body, and then heal the wounds, go again, get hurt again, and heal the wounds again
Over time, the shopkeepers of the inn got used to it. If one day this white tiger fellow daoist didn't go to the arena, or if he came back without any injuries, he would not be used to it.

"Well, I won." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, Lingchu nodded, looking at the innkeeper who looked cold but was actually quite kind, with a faint smile on his face under the mask.

"Win?" The innkeeper's appearance is not very good, with a pair of thin squint eyes, when looking at people, he looks very sinister, and when he smiles, he is even more sinister, but the innkeeper thinks that he is in the inn business Yes, it is to be smiling, smiling all day long with narrowed eyes, as if gleaming with evil intentions.

It's hard to feel friendly at first glance.

The shopkeeper squinted his originally slender eyes, which almost narrowed into a slit, and he couldn't see his eyes, and then said in a happy tone, "Oh, if I remember correctly, you should have all the victories, Fellow Daoist Baihu, right?" .”

Lingchu was not in a hurry to go back to the room. The injury on her body looked very miserable and terrible. In fact, when she returned to the inn, she had already recovered to a seven or eighty-eight degree. This was still under Lingchu's conscious control. The ability to repair the body.

Can not be too conspicuous.

Sitting on the tea seat near the counter, Xiao Er, a helper at the inn, quickly served Lingchu a pot of tea.

A pot of tea.

Lingchu would often sit on the teahouse, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, just ordering a cup of tea, drinking it leisurely, feeling extraordinarily freehand and comfortable.

After more than half a year, the waiter in the inn has gotten used to it. As long as Lingchu sits on the tea seat, he will serve a cup of green tea.

The food in this inn is really worrying, but the taste of this tea is very good.

The entrance is sweet and clear, with a lingering aftertaste.

Lingchu likes to drink cold tea, so the tea served by Xiaoer is cold.

Once in the mouth, there is the fragrance of tea between the lips and teeth, and there is a burst of coolness in the throat.

All the emotions after the murderous fight were extinguished.

Drink tea and meditate.

This is Lingchu, in order to maintain his Dao heart, every time his hands are stained with blood in the underground arena, he will come to drink a cup.

Taking a sip of the tea, Lingchu narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and nodded towards the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper said with a smile, "It's really going to be full of yums. In the underground arena, it's full of yums, that is, if you collect [-] arena points, you can raise the ordinary score cards to a new level. , Let me think about it, this one hundred points can be regarded as changing from an iron medal to a bronze medal."

The second senior brother didn't talk to Lingchu in detail.

Lingchu only knew that the fighters in the underground arena were classified into high and low ranks, how to divide them, and what is the use of the ranks, the second senior brother didn't say, and Lingchu didn't know either.

Xu Shi felt Lingchu's doubts, and the innkeeper touched the short beard of his chin, and said, "In the underground arena, the most common ones are iron cards. If you buy things in the underground arena with iron cards, you can get a [-]% discount. The price, the bronze medal, can be reduced by [-]%. There are also silver and gold medals on top of it, but these two brands are not easy to get."

For Lingchu, it doesn't matter which brand is gold, silver, copper and iron.

Anyway, as long as he wins a hundred games, Lingchu is considered to have fulfilled the master's request.

Seeing the white tiger mask fellow daoist didn't seem to care, just drinking tea leisurely, the shopkeeper smiled mysteriously, and said maliciously, "Then, do you know, fellow daoist, that in the underground arena, the number of victories reached 99 When the time comes, the next match will be a fight for promotion, this competition is to fight against the blockers in the arena, and if the blockers win a game, they can get ten points."

Because of drinking tea, the mask that originally covered the entire face became half of the mask like water waves, revealing a soft jaw. For some reason, when I heard the shopkeeper's words, an inexplicable chill came to my heart.

However, Lingchu lowered his head and turned sideways to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper of the inn didn't see anything. He just thought that this fellow Taoist still didn't care, so he clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "This year's blocker, but that thousand people are not right. , should be massacred."

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