Arena

After entering the eighth-level Iron Bone Realm, Fang Ping's appetite has increased a lot compared to that of the ninth-level.

A dozen dishes on a table would not be a problem for Fang Ping at all.

As several people watched with dumbfounded eyes and gnashed teeth, Fang Ping ate all the dishes by himself, without even a morsel of soup left.

After eating, his stomach was round and he felt refreshed. Fang Ping stood up and cupped his hands: "You're showing off your shame!"

Several people;???

"Okay! I remember you, kid!"

"Mountains will not change, water will change. Give Bai Yunfei face today, otherwise I will prevent you from leaving the gate of Bai Mansion!"

"He eats more than a dozen vicious dogs in my front yard combined."

"Outer City Fang Ping! You will pay the price for your stupid actions today."

Harsh words kept ringing out.

"Am I wrong? I'm right. Isn't this how eating at a banquet is always like?"

This is also a preparation for the future.

As he inhaled and breathed out the Turtle Breath Technique, the two giant gray wolves in Fang Ping's eyes slowed down by twice as fast.

The din in his ears filled the sky, Fang Ping exhaled for a long time, and his heart was like an ancient well running the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique".

Fang Ping was working as a escort in the escort agency. He was working for others. He couldn't save much money at all. He didn't have the wealth and wealth that Bai Yunfei had when he was born into a wealthy family, so he had no choice but to come to this arena to give it a try.

"So terrifying! Those are two giant gray wolves, one of which can kill a ninth-level warrior. Is the strength of this bull demon so terrifying?"

When the audience was in an uproar, the figures sitting in different private rooms also opened their eyes wide.

"I will definitely take you there next time." Fang Ping sat on the bed, entered the visualization space and practiced until night.

"Send someone to inquire about the origins of this bull demon, and if possible, try to win over him."

"Go tell this bull demon that our Zhou family is willing to pay one hundred taels of silver a month to invite him to come to our Zhou family to serve as a nurse."

In the arena, Fang Ping stood boredly.

The words "quick, ruthless and accurate" are vividly reflected in Fang Ping.

After waiting for an hour, a duel was arranged for Fang Ping in the arena.

As Fang Ping approached, a girl immediately jumped down. It was no one else, but it was Zheng Yue who had just been sitting next to Fang Ping.

When the receptionist heard that Fang Ping was here to participate in a duel, he greeted him with a smile and said, "May I ask what level of martial arts you are?"

Fang Ping wore a bull-head mask and entered the reception room of the arena.

There are still very few eighth-level warriors who take the initiative to come to the arena to fight. Warriors of this level are also among the upper-middle-class masters in the inner city.

The winning side can get a generous bounty, while the losing side is likely to be killed.

"You did it on purpose! They just mocked you a few times, and you are like this. Don't you know who they are? They are all young ladies from wealthy families in the inner city."

What was speechless was that his opponent was not a human, but two giant gray wolves covered in sharp armor.

Martial arts will make a qualitative leap after entering the middle and third levels, and the demand for various resources will be unimaginably huge.

"It seems like he's new here. He's called Niu Mo. You can tell it's a nickname as soon as you hear it. He doesn't want to reveal his true identity."

High risk, high reward.

"Okay, let me arrange a duel for you first. According to the rules of the arena, if you don't want to reveal your identity, we will come up with a nickname for you."

Fang Ping shook his head and walked away, greeted Bai Yunfei and left.

…

"You are an eighth-level warrior. Killing two giant gray wolves is a sure thing. The bounty of one tael of silver is quite a lot. This battle is more to prove that you have eighth-level combat power."

Returning to the arena reception room, Fang Ping received the bonus.

The dark armory was filled with weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds. Fang Ping was not very interested and chose a long knife at random.

This is also the foundation he accumulated during the visualization battle in the visualization space.

"That Lu Ziming is the son of the Lu family, one of the five great gentry in the inner city, that Sun Siyan is the young lady of the Sun family in the inner city, and several others are also from extraordinary backgrounds. If you offend them, how can you still gain a foothold in Shanyang County?

"

Zheng Yue said nonchalantly, clearly wanting Fang Ping to realize the seriousness of the problem.

…

It was over before he even warmed up.

"The arena has not announced the martial arts cultivation of this bull demon, but I infer that he is 100% at the eighth level of martial arts. Otherwise, he would not have been able to kill two giant gray wolves so easily."

After walking out of the long passage, Fang Ping entered the arena with a vast view.

"Eighth grade!" Fang Ping hesitated for a moment and replied truthfully.

Two giant gray wolves quickly attacked Fang Ping in two gusts of wind.

…

This giant gray wolf, which is as big as an ox or a horse, has a fighting power that is not inferior to that of a ninth-grade warrior. If both of them are used together, they can easily take away the life of a first-grade warrior.

"Then you can't..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"I don't understand. I'm here to have a banquet today. This is how eating banquets are in our hometown."

Two ninth-level warriors were fighting to the death.

Fang Ping entered the inner city arena without telling anyone.

From a practical point of view, knives are much easier to use than swords.

Before the beast could get up, Fang Ping strode forward and struck down with his knife.

"Eighth-grade? Are you an eighth-grade warrior?" The receptionist gasped, and the smile on his face turned into awe.

It's too late, it's too late.

Later, Fang Ping also inquired about the situation of the arena in the Escort Bureau, where he could earn huge bonuses.

Not far after leaving the Bai Mansion, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Returning to the house in Mouse Lane, the lingering aura on Fang Ping attracted Fang Ying's attention.

"I'm going to have a dinner."

"Then your bounty will be determined based on off-site bets and your wins."

Fang Ping walked away, and he Fang Ping did the same thing, so there was no need to explain to a woman.

Ten seconds before and after he could not breathe, Fang Ping killed two giant gray wolves with lightning speed.

When he turned around, Fang Ping raised his left hand and slapped another giant gray wolf in the face, sending it flying several meters away.

"Just one tael of silver?" Fang Ping asked loudly.

"Eighth rank? Take my master's name card and tell him that I will host a banquet for him at Zuixiang Tower tonight!"

"Sauce elbow, braised pork, beef brisket stewed with potatoes, five-spice roast chicken, lotus seed porridge..."

Raising the long knife, Fang Ping did not restrain his strength and slashed horizontally, smashing through the giant gray skull. Blood surged like a fountain, stimulating everyone in the audience.

Fang Ping told Fang Ying frankly.

At noon two days later, the weather was hazy and dark clouds were gathering, and there were various signs that a heavy rain was approaching Shanyang County.

"Why don't you take me there?" Fang Ying was envious.

The receptionist talked happily, and then someone took Fang Ping to the armory of the arena.

"Too slow."

The receptionist hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong."

From the moment he followed Bai Yunfei to the arena that day, Fang Ping had the idea of ​​honing his martial arts skills in this arena.

"I've never seen this person before, what's his background?"

Fang Ping deliberately disguised himself as having an explosive and irritable temperament: "It's best this way, Mr. Niu, I'm not a fool. If you dare to deceive me, you'll die on the street."

"Master Niu, what you said is what I want you to be satisfied with."

The receptionist flipped through the list in fear: "Yes."

"This crazy sword is at the eighth level of martial arts. He has won thirty-two consecutive victories. He is a well-known fierce man in the gladiatorial arena. His crazy blood sword skills are unstoppable. If you can defeat him, Mr. Niu, the bonus will not be less than fifty taels!"
Chapter completed!