There is an immortal world in me

Chapter 871 Winning streak
Bao Chen fought with Chen Qinghong for half an hour, and finally displayed his strongest spell. He punched through Chen Qinghong's arm, seriously injured Chen Qinghong, and was thrown off the ring.

However, Bao Chen was also hit by Chen Qinghong's palm and suffered internal injuries.

Drops of blood spilled out of his mouth.

At this time, a strong man stepped onto the ring and said calmly: "You have been seriously injured, it is impossible to win eight games in a row, just admit defeat!"

The battles in the underground arena are so cruel, there is no time for you to rest and recuperate, you have to keep fighting.

To win ten games in a row is simply as hard as the sky.

Even with Bao Chen's powerful strength, after seven consecutive battles, most of the spiritual energy in his body has been consumed, and he was also seriously injured.

With his current state, it is almost impossible to win the eighth game.

Bao Chen gritted his teeth, stared at the burly man, and said, "Who said I couldn't fight the eighth round? Who are you?"

"Hey! I, Zhang Nanan, have won eight consecutive matches twice in the underground arena." Zhang Nanan said flatly.

"Fight!"

Bao Chen mobilized the spiritual energy in his whole body and poured it into the glove in his hand.

He punched Zhang Nan'an, and the green aura turned into a fist shadow and blasted towards Zhang Nan'an.

Unexpectedly, the bulky Zhang Nanan did not dodge, but held his breath, knocked away the shadow of the fist with his tyrannical body, and rushed towards Bao Chen like a bull.

"Punch me!" Zhang Nanan raised his huge fist backwards while running.

Bao Chen defeated seven opponents in a row, so he was full of confidence.Facing Zhang Nanan's punch, instead of dodging, he punched him head-on.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Hit hard?
Is this Bao Chen crazy?
He actually confronted Zhang Nan'an who was born with supernatural power!

Just looking for death!
Welcome with both fists.

boom!
With a muffled sound, Bao Chen's arms twisted at the moment of collision, and he let out a hasty scream, then flew upside down in the air, fell to the ground and lost his fighting power.

Zhang Nan'an stood there motionless, like a statue.

One punch, defeat!
"As expected of Zhang Nan'an, who is born with supernatural power, he is simply too powerful!"

"This Bao Chen really doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and dares to confront Zhang Nanan head-on."

"That's right, this is an idiot. In the entire Soochow Wu's Yuanying Zhenjun, no one dares to fight him!"

"Huang Zhiyong is on the ring!" At this time, there was a loud shout from the ring.

Liang Zicheng signed the life and death agreement, paid a hundred spirit stones, and walked towards the ring.

Liang Zicheng smiled slightly, looking very relaxed, step by step onto the ring.

As soon as he stepped onto the ring, there was a commotion in the underground ring.

"Who is this young man? He dares to fight in the underground arena at such a young age?"

"Probably want to become famous! There are too many hot-blooded teenagers like this, and dozens of them die every month. Is it any wonder?"

At this moment, Yu Zhonghui was standing on a higher stand in the underground arena, staring at Liang Zicheng who was on the stage, with a ferocious smile on his face: "Haha! There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break into it." Come on. If you die in the ring, don't blame me!"

Liang Zicheng's first opponent was a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe, whose cultivation had reached the early Yuanying stage.

The middle-aged monk in the yellow robe was holding a sharp magic sword, and said in a full-fledged manner: "Huang Family, Huang Fei, the first one to challenge Your Excellency, Your Excellency, draw your sword!"

Liang Zicheng glanced at Huang Fei, shook his head lightly, and said: "You are not worthy of my sword, if I do, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

"Insanity!"

The middle-aged monk in the yellow robe injected spiritual energy into the sword, and a burst of light immediately emitted from the sword.

Holding the knife in both hands, he swung the big knife airtightly, and rushed towards Liang Zicheng quickly.

With his aura, even a mid-Yuanying cultivator would not dare to confront him head-on.

"Wow!"

Liang Zicheng's figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared behind the yellow-robed middle-aged monk, raised his arm, and swung his palm, striking the yellow-robed middle-aged monk's neck.

"Bang!"

The magic weapon of the sword fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe let out a scream and fell off the ring in a mess.

He clutched his neck, stepped onto the ring again, picked up the magic weapon, stared at Liang Zicheng in awe, and said, "Thank you for not killing me."

Fortunately, Liang Zicheng didn't use the magic weapon, otherwise, his head would have flew out of his neck.

Second game, win!
Game [-], win!
Game [-], win!
In the next three games, Liang Zicheng won consecutively.

He stood in the center of the ring, as stable as a rock, and never used a magic weapon from the beginning to the end.

All the opponents who challenged, no matter how strong or weak they were, were all knocked off the ring by the same move, without exception.

"How could this young man be so powerful? Zhang San, who has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, was even slapped down by him, unable to fight back." A 16-year-old noble girl stared at Liang Zicheng curiously. .

Liang Zicheng is too young, but his strength is too terrifying.For a monk in the mid-Yuanying period, not to mention forcing him to produce a magic weapon, he couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes.

"He should already be in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. If his cultivation has not reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul, anyone who goes there will only be knocked off the ring with one move from him."

"Haha! I'll go meet him for a while."

In the stands, a bald-headed man held two hammers, kicked his feet, and leaped to the ring over a distance of more than ten meters.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, I, Lu Xiaojun, are here to fight you for the fifth match. You have to be careful. My pair of hammers are medium-grade magic weapons. Once hit, even an iron man will be smashed." Lu Xiaojun said.

All the monks who can win five games in a row in the underground arena are almost all at the late stage of Yuanying, and only a few geniuses are at the middle stage of Yuanying.

Lu Xiaojun is a mid-Yuanying cultivator, eight feet tall, his arms are thicker than Liang Zicheng's thighs, and his whole body is covered with palm-sized muscles.

"Lu Xiaojun is born with supernatural power. He is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but he has already defeated more than a dozen monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul. Huang Zhiyong is probably about to lose!"

"Roar!"

Lu Xiaojun let out a loud roar, his whole body's bones made a "cracking" sound, and his arms moved the two hammer wheels, turning like a windmill, sending out waves of wind and waves.

"Peerless Hammer Technique!"

Lu Xiaojun displayed his fame technique, unleashed all his strength, and bombarded Liang Zicheng with two hammers at the same time.

A hammer hit Liang Zicheng's head, and another hammer hit Liang Zicheng's legs.

Under such a berserk attack, no matter how strong Liang Zicheng's cultivation was, he would definitely retreat.

As long as Liang Zicheng retreats, his follow-up moves will attack one after another, defeating Liang Zicheng with the momentum of thunder.

"Snapped!"

At this time, a magic sword appeared in Liang Zicheng's hand.

Liang Zicheng still only made one move, smashing the magic weapon long sword on one of the hammers.

The hammer immediately changed direction and hit Lu Xiaojun's chest.

"Oh!"

Lu Xiaojun and two hammers landed on the ring at the same time.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone's expressions petrified instantly, and they all looked up at Liang Zicheng on the stage, their expressions were particularly brilliant.

The scene in front of them completely overturned their concept.

one move.

Still a move!
Whether it's Lu Xiaojun, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, or other monks.

In the eyes of Liang Zicheng, these few geniuses who were in the Nascent Soul stage were like chickens and dogs, completely vulnerable!
No matter how fancy their martial arts skills are, how overwhelming their aura is, how earth-shattering their momentum is.

Liang Zicheng was just an understatement.

Whether it is a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul or a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, to Liang Zicheng, there is no difference, just one move, all of them will be killed in seconds!

The entire scene was silent for a full ten seconds before everyone recovered from the shock and couldn't help but gasp.

"How can this person be so powerful?!"

"Lu Xiaojun failed just like that? How could he be so strong?"

"Leaving aside the others, Lu Xiaojun's was able to defeat several late-stage Nascent Souls. However, in front of Liang Zicheng, he was so completely defeated, so vulnerable!"

"How... how is this?"

Lu Xiaojun clutched his bloody chest, struggled to get up from the ground, and stared at Liang Zicheng who was standing straight in the center of the ring.He didn't see clearly how Liang Zicheng swung the magic sword just now?
He only knew that he was knocked off the ring by the hammer in his hand.

There was a monk in the late Yuanying period, a woman in yellow clothes in her twenties, who also used a sword.

The lady in yellow clothes stood opposite Liang Zicheng, carefully observing Liang Zicheng's every move, trying to see the flaws in Liang Zicheng's body.

"There is no flaw! Since there is no flaw, we can only force him to reveal the flaw."

"Shh!"

The woman in Huang clothes stepped on her feet, her speed was as fast as lightning, and she held a fish-gut rapier, attacking Liang Zicheng's legs.

Even if Liang Zicheng could not be defeated, as long as he could be forced to retreat, it would be an achievement.

As long as he retreats, he will definitely reveal his flaws.At that time, it will be much easier to defeat him.

"Ding!"

He swung the magic sword and pointed it at the void, blocking the sword of the woman in Huang's clothes from cutting towards his legs.

The girl in Huang Chang was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly changed her moves, using three sword techniques in succession.Every move was accurately blocked by Liang Zicheng.

When she wanted to use the fourth sword, there was a thud, and there was a tingling pain in her chest, as if her ribs had been stabbed off.

Liang Zicheng held the magic sword and tapped it on the chest of the woman in Huang Chang, and said lightly: "You are defeated!"

Fortunately, this person didn't stab again, if he stabbed again, the heart of the woman in Huangshang would have been pierced.

The woman in Huang Chang put the magic treasure sword back into its scabbard, cupped her hands and bowed to Liang Zicheng, and said, "Young Daoist Huang Gaoyi, I am so convinced that I am defeated!"

Another late Nascent Soul cultivator was defeated, but Liang Zicheng still couldn't be forced to take a step back.

"Hmph! It's really abominable. He has reached such a state at such a young age. His life cannot be spared, and his life must not be spared."

Yu Zhonghui was very annoyed, and said to a guard standing behind him: "Go and call Wei Yuanfeng, and tell me that it's time for my lord to use him."

"Subordinates go invite Wei Ye now!" The guard immediately retreated.

Yu Zhonghui stared at Liang Zicheng who was standing on the stands below, with a hateful smile in his eyes, "Huang Zhiyong, I will never let you see the sun tomorrow!"

Because of Liang Zicheng's heaven-defying performance, the entire underground arena became boiling with deafening shouts.

Finally, Liang Zicheng ushered in the seventh challenger.

Huang Hong, a late Yuanying cultivation base, has a record of winning seven games in a row four times in the underground arena.

"Greetings, young master!" Wei Yuanfeng knelt on the ground, bowing respectfully to Yu Zhonghui.

Yu Zhonghui said: "Get up! Did you see that young man in the ring?"

Wei Yuanfeng stood up, stared at Liang Zicheng on the ring, and said, "He's very strong!"

Yu Zhonghui said: "Of course he is very strong. So, if Zhang Nan'an is defeated by him, you will kill him in the next match."

### Chapter 884 Don't let the young master down
"Wei Yuanfeng will definitely not let the young master down, even if we die together, we must kill him." Wei Yuanfeng said decisively.

Yu Zhonghui nodded, and said: "You should watch more of his battle with Huang Hong, it will be very helpful for your next two battles."

Wei Yuanfeng nodded.

"Huang Hong has met fellow daoist, please forgive me if he offends you later." Huang Hong looked polite, with a smile on his face all the time.However, his eyes were very sharp.

Almost at the same time, a dagger appeared from behind Huang Hong, and a green light shot out towards the sky.

This is a top-grade magic weapon dagger!

The moment the magic weapon of the short knife appeared, Huang Hong held the magic weapon of the short knife in his hand without hesitation, and rushed towards Liang Zicheng.

Seeing Huang Hong rushing towards him, Liang Zicheng stood there motionless.

He stabbed Liang Zicheng's throat with a knife, decisively and mercilessly.

Liang Zicheng turned his head to one side, dodging the blow lightly.

Then he shot like lightning.

One punch.

Just one punch!
Huang Hong vomited blood and flew upside down, fell to the bottom of the ring, and lost his reaction immediately.

The scene fell silent again.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment, completely dumbfounded.

A duel that was originally thought to be a close match ended so quickly.

Everyone never thought that this would be the result.

"No... no way? Huang Hong is one of the top [-] powerhouses in the Nascent Soul Ranking! Even he was hit by a blow..."

"It happened so fast just now, I didn't see what was going on at all. Who can tell me how Huang Zhiyong did it?"

Hearing everyone's amazement, Yu Zhonghui kept clenching his fists.

Wei Yuanfeng stood next to Yu Zhonghui, and whispered to Yu Zhonghui: "Don't worry, young master, when I meet him later, I will definitely abolish him for you!"

Yu Zhonghui said sternly: "Don't underestimate the enemy. Although his realm is lower than yours, his strength may not be certain."

If Liang Zicheng was only a monk at the early stage of Nascent Soul, Wei Yuanfeng still had a great chance of winning against him.But now Liang Zicheng is definitely not just in the early stage of Nascent Soul, for Wei Yuanfeng to defeat him, Yu Zhonghui feels that he is not very sure.

"Take this." Yu Zhonghui secretly handed a black pill to Wei Yuanfeng.

"Young master, this..." Wei Yuanfeng looked down at the pills, then quickly put them away, fearing that they would be gone.

"I mean, you should understand."

What Yu Zhonghui gave Wei Yuanfeng was a elixir that could increase the combat power in a short period of time.

The competition forbids the use of this kind of elixir, but in order to ensure everything is safe, Yu Zhonghui can only let Wei Yuanfeng take the risk.

Wei Yuanfeng felt that Yu Zhonghui was making a fuss out of a molehill. He was a late Nascent Soul cultivator, and against a mid Nascent Soul cultivator, there was no doubt that he would win.

Where do you need to take drugs?
But since Yu Zhonghui gave it to him, he couldn't refuse it.

After all, Yu Zhonghui is his young master, and he must obey orders.

"In the eighth match, I will stop your winning streak." Zhang Nan'an turned into a white shadow, jumped lightly, and gently landed on the ring.

After Zhang Nan'an entered the ring, the whole scene erupted.

"Huang Zhiyong, you're lucky, haha!"

"That's right, his opponent this time is Zhang Nan'an who is born with supernatural power! No matter how strong he is, it is impossible for him to defeat Zhang Nan'an!"

"That's right, Zhang Nan'an is simply a monster in human form. Even Wei Siyuan, who is ranked fourth on the Nascent Soul list, can't beat him every time. This kid is simply not enough to watch!"

Unlike before, this time, no one thought that Liang Zicheng could win again.

After all, Liang Zicheng was only a mid-Yuanying monk, and he didn't use any powerful moves.

Although he is powerful, strength does not mean strength.

And Zhang Nan'an was a monk who had been on the Nascent Soul List for five years.

In the past five years, Zhang Nan'an's strong image in the minds of the monks has long been deeply ingrained.

It is definitely not comparable to a rookie!

After the two took the stage, the difference in body shape was immediately reflected.

Liang Zicheng is only one person tall now, and seems to be very thin.

Zhang Nan'an was over two meters tall, and his arms were almost as thick as Liang Zicheng's thighs, making him a giant.

From the perspective of image alone, Liang Zicheng really has no advantage in front of Zhang Nan'an.

"Huang Zhiyong!" Liang Zicheng said.

Earlier, Liang Zicheng had seen the battle between Zhang Nan'an and Bao Chen.With just one move, Zhang Nanan threw Bao Chen out of the ring.

"Zhang Nan'an of the Five Elements Gate, met Huang Daoyou..."?Zhang Nan'an performed the battle etiquette of a monk to Liang Zicheng.

"Boy, if you are still safe and sound after receiving my punch, I will admit defeat!"

Zhang Nan'an looked down at Liang Zicheng, and said the same crazy words.

In his opinion, Liang Zicheng's body could not bear such a violent collision.If he really punched him, he would definitely end up the same as Bao Chen.

But he didn't know that Liang Zicheng was already a Huashen Venerable.

"Remember what you said, don't forget!"

Liang Zicheng looked at Zhang Nan'an who didn't know anything with stupid eyes.

"The game begins!" The referee waved with one hand.

Facing Liang Zicheng, who had never shown his strength, Zhang Nan'an did not underestimate the enemy at all, and used all his strength from the beginning.

The spiritual energy on his body was continuously sent into his right arm.

After using the secret technique, Zhang Nan'an, who was originally born with supernatural power, suddenly increased his power several times!
Under such circumstances, even the monks of Nascent Soul Dzogchen dare not confront him head-on.

"Accept the move!" Zhang Nan'an shouted loudly, and threw his fist at Liang Zicheng.

Without hesitation, Liang Zicheng waved his fist to meet him head-on.

At that moment, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

Head-to-head again?

Could his fist be stronger than Zhang Nan'an?

With Bao Chen's miserable case, he dared to confront Zhang Nan'an head-on.

Bao Chen is crazy, is he also crazy now?
Under the tense eyes of everyone, the two fists collided like shooting stars!

boom!
A muffled sound.

The powerful impact produced by the moment the two fists collided instantly stirred up a wave of air in the ring.

The referee who was watching the match flew out in an instant and fell directly into the ring.

"boom……".

Zhang Nan'an's arm was broken instantly, his flesh turned up violently, blood spattered, and the broken bone pierced out of his body.

"what!"

Zhang Nan'an let out a short and hasty scream, then flew upside down in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

On the other hand, Liang Zicheng stood motionless, his whole body unscathed, like a statue that could never be shaken, full of aura!
One punch.

Still a punch.

Facing such a mighty Zhang Nan'an, it was still just a punch.

Unbelievable!

Unbelievable!
At this moment, the audience petrified!

"How... how is it possible?!"

"Zhang Nan'an, who has always won with a strong body, was punched by him..."

All the monks stared at this unbelievable scene in astonishment.

This picture is too shocking, it is simply too shocking to the three views!
Zhang Nan'an said in public before that as long as Liang Zicheng can receive his punch safely, he will directly admit defeat.

Only then did Liang Zicheng look at Zhang Nan'an who fell on the ground and howled with disdain.

"You have already lost...".

Only then did everyone recall what they had said before, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed.

It's ridiculous that they still swear that Liang Zicheng is definitely not Zhang Nan'an's opponent.

But at this time, Liang Zicheng defeated Zhang Nan'an with only one punch.

And still confront him head-on.

It's incredible!

Bao Chen stood under the stage, looking at this scene unacceptably.

He was defeated by Zhang Nan'an with one punch, and Zhang Nan'an was defeated by Liang Zicheng with one punch.

gap.

This is the difference!
It wasn't until this moment that he clearly realized how big the gap was between him and the monks on the Nascent Soul List!

The entire underground arena was boiling, and it was absolutely remarkable for a young man to set a record of winning eight games in a row.

At this moment, a young man in black stood on the ring with his hands behind his back and his back to Liang Zicheng.

"It's actually Wei Siyuan..."A monk cried out in astonishment.

"Wei Siyuan is the fourth-ranked expert..."

"And his speed is very fast, it is not comparable to those monks before...".

"Wei Siyuan is the number one thug in Fangshi Bank..."

"Your ability is commended, but you can only go here today?!"

A terrifying coercion full of murderous intent erupted from Wei Siyuan's body, enveloping the monks present in the blink of an eye.

All the monks present felt a heavy pressure at the same time.It was as if a big rock was pressing on them, making it difficult for them to bear.

So strong!

Many monks were shocked in their hearts.

however.

Faced with such a powerful momentum, Liang Zicheng still acted as if nothing had happened, he didn't even react at all, standing in place like a wooden man.

Wei Siyuan seemed to have been slapped hard again, and he was stunned.

What's the matter with this kid?
Why does the oppression of my own spiritual sense have no effect on him?

At this moment, Wei Siyuan's expression changed: "Where's your weapon?"

Everyone also started discussing in surprise.

"What's the situation with this kid? Why did you put away the magic weapon long sword at this time?"

"What are you doing? Could it be that he wants to catch the sword empty-handed, thinking that he is the Venerable God of Transformation?"

Liang Zicheng shook his head calmly: "No, I don't need it."

Hearing Liang Zicheng's words, everyone looked at him like a fool.

And the young man in front of him, a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul, unexpectedly faced Wei Siyuan, who was fourth on the Nascent Soul list, without using magic weapons.

Isn't this looking for death?

Wei Siyuan's face suddenly turned red, and he felt humiliated.

"To solve you, I only use one trick!" In order to save face, Wei Siyuan boasted in public, making people feel that he didn't take Liang Zicheng seriously.

Liang Zicheng also didn't speak, just sneered.

"Game start!"

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, he immediately rushed off the ring. He didn't want to be blown away like the previous referee.

"Five Swords of Heavenly Fiend!"

Wei Siyuan danced the sword with one hand, and the sword was danced flexibly and freely in his hand, turning into a sky full of sword light.

He didn't attack Liang Zicheng immediately, but kept dancing his sword in place.

His swordsmanship is full of mysterious power, one sword after another, like mountains and rivers, with a long history.

At that moment, it seemed that the sword was no longer a weapon, but a part of his body, and he was one with heaven and man, and merged into one.

For a moment, the entire arena seemed to be able to see diffuse sword light.

"It's amazing! Is this the power of the five swords of Tiansha?"

"With such a high sword speed, if you approach him rashly, you will definitely be cut into pieces in an instant!"

Everyone was constantly amazed at the power of the sword technique and the power of Wei Siyuan's sword technique.

however.

Liang Zicheng, however, stood motionless on the spot, looking at Wei Siyuan, who was dancing non-stop by himself, with an idiot's gaze.

The long sword in Wei Siyuan's hand had turned blue and emitted a bright light.

The overwhelming aura was released from his sword, forming a powerful sword pressure around him, directly crushing the stone ground under his feet into cracks.

(End of this chapter)