Those who blocked the sign, massacred by thousands of people

Eight black and white Liangyi swords gathered in the air and evolved into the yin and yang of Zhou Tian Tai Chi. The two echoed each other and each turned into a huge black and white long sword, shining with a faint spiritual light.

In the sword, the murderous intention was restrained, and the black and white swords intertwined like Tai Chi spiritual fish. The moment it fell, a strong murderous intention burst out. The sword energy sharpened, decisively and neatly breaking through the monk's spiritual power to protect the body, and then breaking through the protective spirit.

The body magic weapon penetrated the monk's body like a broken bamboo.

A bunch of blood-colored flowers bloomed on his chest. The monk wearing a leopard mask raised his head in horror, but his breath was extinguished in an instant.

The fighting monk who was watching all this with cold eyes from the outside flew up to the stage, checked it out, and said without any waves, "White Tiger, the one hundred and seventy-second game, victory, a total of ninety-two games and eighty wins."

Field loss."

Lingchu, who was wearing a tiger mask, nodded calmly, moved the sleeve in his hand, and the eight Liangyi Swords dispersed and turned into black and white flowing light and disappeared into the sleeve.

After nearly a year of fighting in the underground arena, both the Liangyi sword and the ink sword have drank a lot of blood. Now, they all have a bit more coldness and sharpness. If they are not determined,

If you are strong, your thoughts will suddenly arise when you look at them.

Even Lingchu felt that he had not seen the sun for more than half a year and was fighting and killing all day long, and he was about to become another massacre of thousands.

That’s not right. Now, more than half a year later, Thousand People Massacre has changed its name to Ten Thousand People Massacre.

Thinking about it, when you really become a massacrer, it should be the time to become the Jindan Master.

Putting away the score cards, Lingchu had already fought twice today. Although the spiritual power in her dantian was still abundant, Lingchu did not intend to continue fighting. Firstly, she did not want to be too conspicuous. Secondly, she did not want to be exposed.

Something about my strong spiritual power.

For more than half a year, if one fight a day, it would be enough to achieve the goal of 100 wins. However, sometimes, Lingchu couldn't return to the fighting arena too quickly.

For example, because you were seriously injured in the last game, although you have Taoist treatment, you cannot expose it to the outside. You can only rest quietly for a few days before participating in the next game.

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

Without glancing at the corpse on the ground, Lingchu turned around and left the underground arena.

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

There was no surprise or fuss. When the shopkeeper saw it, he even showed some familiarity and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't this fellow Taoist Baihu? Why, did you go to the fighting arena again today? Winner

Already?"

The innkeeper is very familiar with this tenant who has been living in their inn for more than half a year. Naturally, he knows that this guest who calls himself White Tiger will basically go to the underground fighting arena every day as long as he is not too seriously injured.

Then he brings back scars all over his body, and then he heals them again, and goes again, and then he gets injured again, and then he heals his wounds again

Over time, the innkeeper has become accustomed to it. If one day this fellow Taoist White Tiger stops going to the fighting arena, or comes back without any injuries, he will be a little uncomfortable with it.

"Well, I won." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and Lingchu nodded, looking at the cold-looking innkeeper in front of him, who was actually quite kind-hearted, with a faint smile on his face under the mask.

"Won?" The innkeeper's appearance is not very good. He has a pair of thin squinted eyes. When he looks at people, he looks particularly sinister. When he smiles, he becomes even more sinister. But the innkeeper thinks that he is in the inn business.

Yes, you just have to smile, and your eyes will be shining brightly when you smile all the time, as if they are shining with evil intentions.

It’s really hard to make people feel friendly and approachable at first glance.

The shopkeeper squinted his originally slender eyes, almost to the point where he could no longer see his eyes, and then said in a happy tone, "Oh, if I remember correctly, fellow Taoist Baihu, you should be a yum."

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Lingchu was not in a hurry to go back to the room. The injuries on her body looked very miserable and terrible. In fact, she had already recovered to some extent when she returned to the inn. This was still under Lingchu's conscious control.

The repair ability of Tao body.

It cannot be too conspicuous.

Sitting on the tea seat near the counter, the waiter who worked at the inn quietly served Lingchu a pot of tea.

A pot of tea.

Lingchu would often sit on the tea table, thinking about nothing or doing nothing, just ordering a cup of tea and drinking it leisurely, which was particularly relaxing and comfortable.

After more than half a year, the waiters at the inn have become accustomed to serving a cup of tea as soon as Lingchu sits on the tea seat.

The food in this inn is indeed terrible, but the taste of the tea is very good.

It has a sweet and refreshing taste in the mouth and a long aftertaste.

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

As soon as it enters the mouth, the fragrance of tea fills the lips and teeth, and when it enters the throat, it feels cool.

All the emotions after the murderous fight were extinguished.

Sip tea and meditate.

In order to maintain his Taoist heart, Lingchu would come and drink a cup every time his hands were stained with blood in the underground fighting arena.

After taking a sip of tea, Lingchu narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and nodded towards the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's really going to be a full 100 victory. In the underground arena, a full 100 victory means that you have collected 100 points of arena points, and you can upgrade ordinary score cards to a new level.

, let me think about it, these one hundred points can be regarded as changing from an iron medal to a bronze medal."

This second senior brother did not tell Lingchu in detail.

Lingchu only knew that the fighters in the underground arena were actually divided into different levels. How exactly were they divided and what were the uses of the levels? The second senior brother didn't tell them, and Lingchu didn't know either.

Perhaps sensing Lingchu's doubts, the innkeeper touched the short beard on his chin and said, "In the underground fighting arena, the most popular thing is the iron brand. If you buy something in the underground fighting arena, the iron brand can get a 10% discount."

The price, bronze medal, can be reduced by 20%. On top of that, there are silver and gold medals, but these two brands are not easy to get."

For Lingchu, it doesn't matter whether the brand is gold, silver, copper or iron.

Anyway, as long as he wins a hundred games, Lingchu will have fulfilled his master's requirements.

Seeing that the Taoist fellow in the white tiger mask didn't seem to care, and was just drinking tea leisurely, the shopkeeper smiled mysteriously and said maliciously, "So, do you know, fellow Taoist, that in the underground fighting arena, the victory reaches ninety?"

When there are nine matches, the next one will be a card promotion battle. This battle is a battle with the card blocker in the arena. If the card blocker wins a game, he can get ten points."

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

However, Lingchu lowered his head and turned to the side of the innkeeper. The innkeeper didn't see anything. He just thought that the fellow Taoist still didn't care, so he clicked his tongue and said, "This year's blocker, but the thousands of people are not right."

, ten thousand people should have been slaughtered."

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