Chapter 29: Let me do this prison fight!

Cheng Qiang and the others heard Feng Jingyun's calm words. For the first time, when he looked at the familiar prison fighting field, there was a slight fluctuation in his heart.

Although those slave martial arts cultivators are slaves, they are still human beings!

Yes, they are human beings, but in this cruel world, many people never regard slaves as human beings. There are too few people like Feng Jingyun.

The vast majority of people are trying to continuously become stronger. In order to pursue becoming stronger and to achieve their own goals, they will do whatever it takes to kill people. It is normal.

"Maybe... the boss is right. I have decided that I will only fight monsters from now on."

Cheng Qiang smiled, but at this moment, a mocking voice came from not far behind him.

"When did people who entered the Palace of Purgatory learn to be compassionate towards others? It's really ridiculous."

Feng Jingyun and the other four people turned their eyes and looked to the side behind them. They saw a group of young people in colorful clothes sitting there, with a somewhat arrogant attitude on their lips, looking down at Feng Jingyun and others, high above them.

"A member of a noble family!"

Feng Jingyun raised his eyebrows. Among this group of young people in Chinese attire, everyone looked at them with disdain, and there was one person Feng Jingyun also knew, that was Yuan Guodou whom he had met in the forest.

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After leaving the academy, the power is between the families, and depending on the situation, the two of them have always been incompatible. They dislike each other and there is constant friction.

In Purgatory Palace, not only people from the academy like to come here, but also people from noble families often come here. However, the nobles are more willing to go to the trading area to exchange for some items that are valuable to them.

Of course, many people like to come to this beast arena.

In the eyes of those who pursue the strong, entering the beast fighting arena can temper and improve oneself. Noble people rarely enter prison fighting because they are timid and weak, without courage and blood.

However, in the eyes of many aristocratic people, those people who stepped into the prison fight were idiots. They were brave enough to gamble with their lives. Only these untouchables would do such a thing.

When the nobles come to the beast arena, what they want to see most is the scenes of those people being eaten by monsters and being tortured and killed by slave martial arts during prison fights. Every time they see this kind of situation, they become particularly excited.

excited.

"You are Feng Jingyun, right? Because you want to challenge the inner sect of your academy, so you want to improve your strength through prison fighting?"

Next to Yuan Guodou, a young man in yellow looked at Feng Jingyun and said sarcastically: "Don't get swallowed by the monster before you even start. There are many people in the academy waiting to see you.

You’re making a fool of yourself!”

Feng Jingyun glanced at Yuan Guodou. This person actually knew him. It was obviously because of Yuan Guodou. However, Feng Jingyun still looked down on people who were with people like Yuan Guodou, because when accepting tasks, he sometimes

I would often meet Yuan Guodou, and there were some minor conflicts at first because Yuan Guodou wanted to call Feng Jingyun a fool, but Feng Jingyun was so angry that he just started beating him. He was so beaten that he didn't dare to call him a fool anymore, and saw Feng Jingyun walking around the corner.

Therefore, Feng Jingyun just glanced at the young man in yellow calmly, and then moved his gaze to the direction of the beast arena. Silence and ignorance were the best ways to fight back against the opponent.

Noble people have always been arrogant and arrogant. In their eyes, others must listen to their words, at least, they cannot dare to ignore them.

Feng Jingyun, however, responded with ignorance, which made the young man in yellow's eyes stagnant, his smile froze on his face, and his eyes gradually turned gloomy.

"Are you deaf, can't you hear me talking to you?" The young man in yellow said coldly, and his voice reached the ears of Feng Jingyun and others, but the response to him was still silence.

"Let me ask you a question!" The more silent Feng Jingyun became, the more the young man in yellow felt that his dignity had been challenged, especially when many people around him turned their attention to this side, which made him a little angry and angry.

A chill spread out.

"It's really noisy." Cheng Qiang scratched his ears unhappily, turned around and shouted to the young man in yellow: "Don't you realize that you look like a barking dog?"

The young man in yellow's face stiffened, and then his chest heaved. Unexpectedly, someone dared to call him a dog. He had always treated others as dogs.

"Besides, he is a brainless dog."

Gong Shengcan also added at this time, with a deep sarcasm on his lips.

"My boss even dares to provoke the Tianxia Alliance. Do you think you are stronger than the leader of the Tianxia Alliance? My boss must answer your questions. Who do you think you are?"

The young man in yellow had terrifyingly gloomy eyes. He stared at Gong Shengcan and said, "Dog? Do you know who you are insulting now?"

Gong Shengcan was speechless. He turned around and lay down on the stone chair without looking at the other person. An indifferent voice came out of his mouth.

"Don't think that adding the word "Ao" in front of your name means you are arrogant. Moreover, even if some people have "Ao" in front of their name, they are still just dogs. They think they can show off their power outside, but they don't know their own behavior.

How ridiculous.”

Gong Shengcan's calm words made the young man in yellow tremble. The other party actually knew his surname was Ao? Moreover, Gong Shengcan knew that he still dared to insult him like this. All I can say is that Gong Shengcan did not let him go at all.

In the eyes.

Hearing the surname Ao, Feng Jingyun also turned around and glanced at the young man in yellow.

Immediately, Feng Jingyun's eyes fell on Gong Shengcan again.

"Ao!"

Feng Jingyun whispered, he seemed to have heard of this surname.

In Xuanyue City, the most powerful force is naturally Xuanyue Pavilion. Under Xuanyue, there are four pavilions: Xingyue Pavilion, Fanyue Pavilion, Xueyue Pavilion and Yanyue Pavilion. The rest are the eight factions, and the eight

The leader of the faction is—Ao faction!

The Ao family is among them!

Could this young man in yellow be from the Ao family?

At this moment, a huge roar interrupted Feng Jingyun's thoughts. He turned his eyes and Feng Jingyun looked into the prison.

In the monster prison, the battle just now was over and the monster was wiped out. At this time, an old man was leading a monster into the prison.

The roar just now was made by this monster.

"Demon spirit beast, manticore!"

There was a flash of excitement in the eyes of the crowd. The manticore is a very powerful monster. It has a shell with strong defense, and at the same time, it has the agility and strength of a tiger and leopard, which is very powerful.

"I don't know who dares to fight in prison this time. It will definitely be exciting."

The crowd secretly thought that many people knew that this scorpion lion had often been dragged into prison fights in the past, and many humans had been swallowed alive by it.

"The master of the beast arena keeps pulling the monster beasts and slave martial artists out to fight in prison. If the monster beasts and slave martial cultivators are killed, they have to pay the price of the essence stones. Isn't it a big loss to do this?"

Feng Jingyun had a slight doubt in his heart and asked, how could the owner of this beast fighting arena be able to get so many demon spirit beasts and slave warriors to fight here every day? The background is unfathomable.

"When these monster beasts and slave warriors were first acquired, their strength was not necessarily very strong. Even if they were wiped out, the owner of the beast arena did not care much. With each battle, the monster beasts continued to become bloodthirsty.

Slave martial arts continue to become stronger. At this time, they have value. The owners of the beast arena will select some for their own use, and some will be auctioned. This is their purpose, just as we rely on

Just as the monsters and slave martial arts cultivators in the prison arena come to practice and improve themselves, the masters of the prison arena are also using us and using our blood to make their monsters and slaves stronger."

Feng Jingyun's eyes stagnated. He really hadn't thought so far. Indeed, the value of a slave martial artist who has survived countless life and death battles is immeasurable. If trained, he will become a terrifying master.

, was exploited by the owner of the Beast Arena.

"As for the fine stones they compensated, we had to pay fine stones when we entered this Purgatory Palace. Although it is not much, there are so many people here, how many do you think, boss? In addition, if you want to sit in the front, you have to pay

Each person pays a medium-grade fine stone, and then you calculate, how much is it?"

Zheng Fan patiently explained to Feng Jingyun. Feng Jingyun smiled and shook his head. He was thinking too superficially. He only saw that the monsters and slave martial artists had to pay for the essence stones when they were killed, but he ignored that the beast arena attracted

How many people come here.

At this time, the old man stood in the prison and said loudly: "Scorpion lion, three-star demon beast, record, twenty-eight wins!"

When the crowd heard the old man's words, they took a deep breath. Twenty-eight wins was so terrifying. This meant that twenty-eight humans had died in the mouths of the scorpion tiger.

"Those who are at the third level of spiritual level will fight in prison, and the winner will be rewarded with twenty pieces of mid-grade fine stones. Those who are below the third level of spiritual level will be in prison, and the winner will be rewarded with one hundred pieces of middle-grade fine stones."

The old man continued speaking, and then walked to the door of the prison, waiting for the person to fight.

"One hundred pieces of medium-grade fine stones, that's a lot."

"You gamble with your life, and the rewards you get are terrible."

Feng Jingyun said secretly that he found that he was really poor and couldn't even afford the door fee.

One hundred pieces of medium-grade fine stones can be used to purchase a group of slave martial arts practitioners, and can also be exchanged for some good illusion techniques.

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyun stood up without hesitation and said indifferently: "I will do this prison fight!"

"Boss, here...we have no shortage of essence stones, you don't have to go," Cheng Qiang advised at this time.

"Yes, boss, tell me how many fine stones you want, and I will ask someone to pull a cart for you!" Gong Shengcan also said at this time.

Feng Jingyun glanced at the two people, then looked at the other two people, and asked, "I said, your family belongs to you, and you also have to practice. I am different, boss. I am the boss. I am giving you things, not me."

I won’t hesitate to use your stuff unless it’s your own, but asking me to use your family’s stuff will tell me how I will behave in the future!”

"I know that you are not ordinary people, because when I am with you, I feel real, unlike other people who are scheming. I can kill the Sword Alliance for you. That is because I sincerely treat you as brothers, and I also know that you are here for me.

You can give me the family’s things to enjoy, but they are of a different nature and they are not your things!”

After Feng Jingyun spoke, the four people remained silent, patted their shoulders and said with a smile, "Brothers, I'm not that weak, can you not underestimate your boss?" Then he walked forward and waited for the four of them.
Chapter completed!