After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 144 Retreat
But the female cultivator on the opposite side has a slender figure and a strong water spirit power.

Unexpectedly, he is not only a spiritual practitioner, but also a body forging monk!
"You are strong!"

Fang Cheng praised without hesitation, this female cultivator is definitely a formidable opponent!
"You are also very strong!"

The power emitted by Fangcheng is definitely the best in half-step foundation building.

Shen Qingyi couldn't help but waved Zhu Sheng in his hand.

This feeling of fighting made her blood boil.

This collision of forces is really fascinating!
Fang Cheng looked at Shen Qingyi, and tightened the sword in his hand.

"I won't show mercy from now on!"

The only one who answered him was Shen Qing's figure who never retreated but advanced.

"Good come!"

On the high platform, Xia Xingchen watched leisurely, and couldn't help but cast a glance at She Zijiang on the right.

"Senior Brother She, look, this melee is so good that the two of them are fighting like a two-person arena!"

She Zijiang also watched seriously. Looking at his own disciples on the ring, She Zijiang felt that Shen Qingyi seemed to have grown up after experiencing Bingyuan and his party.

"Oh!"

On the ring, the two of them retreated again.

Fang Cheng couldn't help spitting.

In a short period of time, the two of you have come and gone dozens of rounds.

Although both of them fought hard, everyone understood that each other did not use their full strength.

After all, this is the first game, and there are 29 more games to come.

If you want to go to the back, unless you are a deadly enemy, there is no need to kill you in the front.

Otherwise, if you lose both in the fight and get profit from others, wouldn't it be a loss!

Although Fang Cheng wanted to have a good fight with Shen Qingyi, he was not a stupid person.

There are already some monks around with the attitude of watching a show, thinking that if two people fight and both lose, they can take advantage of it, and they will lose two strong opponents in this arena!
"What's your name?"

Fangcheng did not attack again.

"Shen Qingyi."

"In the lower city! Fellow Daoist Shen, how about ending today's battle here? If there is a chance in the future, Fang Cheng wants to have a friendly fight with Daoyou in the double arena!"

"it is good!"

"A word is settled!"

"A word is settled!"

The two tacitly stopped, causing the expressions of the surrounding monks who were still watching the show to change drastically.

"what!"

The moment Fang Cheng turned around, the big knife in his hand was raised high, and he swung it at the monks watching the show with malicious intentions.

"Heh! If you want to reap the benefits of being a fisherman, you have to ask me if the knife in my hand will agree!"

Turning around, Shen Qingyi also waved the Zhu Sheng in his hand to the surroundings.

The situation on the battlefield changed instantly.

As the Zhu Sheng in Shen Qing's hand opened and closed, dozens of monks flew out.

The number of thousand feathers in his hand gradually increased.

"Dong dong!"

The bell that finally ended rang, and the barriers on the major arenas flashed.

Everyone only felt light on their bodies, but the attack they swung had no spiritual power.

"Okay! The first game is over!"

As soon as the words of the deacon disciple who was in charge of the competition in the arena came out, the monks in the arenas were a little bit happy and some lost.

Shen Qingyi who got eight thousand feathers also successfully advanced to the second round.

The unselected monks did not have enough thousand feathers in their hands, so they were teleported outside the competition area in an instant.

Every three games is a half-time, and the rest time is one hour. Every six games is a big game, and the rest time is five hours.

And between each small field, there is only a 15-minute break.

(End of this chapter)