"Too much is not enough. Today you have enough battles for 18 games, but it is not good if you have more. Go back and sort out today's battles well, and your martial arts will improve."

Shi Changtian said lightly, and Yang Qi nodded.

He let out a light breath, walked towards the bottom of the ring, and took back the token.

“Thank you for your hospitality today.”

Yang Qi looked at the middle-aged referee's gloomy face, and said lightly. Then, he walked directly into the passage.

"Senior Brother Yang Qi, will you come tomorrow?"

"We're waiting for you!"

"We must come!"

An extremely excited gaze moved as Yang Qi's figure moved forward until Yang Qi's body disappeared into the corridor.

The A-font-sized arena gradually calmed down, and Yang Qi's departure seemed to have taken away something, which made everyone's hearts empty and their passion disappeared, which made them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

"Today is so satisfying. You can actually see Senior Brother Yang Qi show his power!"

"This is not a sound, but a sound is amazing. Senior Brother Yang Qi is too strong!"

"Can anyone really do such a thing bet on 18 consecutive victories within a day?"

......

During the heated discussions, everyone left the A-font arena one after another. The originally bustling audience was empty in a short time.

In the empty arena, only the middle-aged referee is left.

His face changed constantly, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the corridor.

"Yang Qi!"

In the darkness, a voice came. Yang Qi, who was about to leave the arena, paused and turned to look at the passage behind him.

Yang Qi looked at the middle-aged referee who was walking out quickly: "Is there anything wrong?"

The middle-aged referee stood firm and smiled at Yang Qi: "As a freshman, it is rare that you can have such strong strength. Today's 18 consecutive wins are the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. It's amazing!"

Yang Qi raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for your praise. Just tell me if you have anything to do. Don't waste your time."

The middle-aged referee's smile stopped and then slowly disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you said that, I won't beat around the bush. Today you have already obtained nearly 80,000 contribution points in my A-font arena, which is an unimaginable number for a freshman. You have obtained such a huge amount of wealth, stop and practice hard. The arena is not suitable for freshmen. Of course, if you want to hone yourself in the arena, you will definitely welcome you."

Yang Qi smiled: "The A-font-sized arena is the strongest arena. I want to hone my strength, of course I want to come to the strongest arena. As for the contribution point, it is just a little thing by the way."

The middle-aged referee's face shook, was the 80,000 contribution point just a little thing?

He once again squeezed out a smile: "Our A Font Arena will welcome every strong man who participates in the arena competition, and of course you are welcome. In the future, A Font Arena will still welcome you, but can you please agree to me with a condition?"

Yang Qi shook his head in his heart. He already knew the purpose of the middle-aged referee: "Your condition is to let me terminate the winning streak."

The middle-aged referee's eyes lit up: "You are indeed a smart person. In the next battle, you will be defeated. In the future, your opponent in the A-font arena will only be the same level as you, and you cannot win more than ten consecutive games."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Qi suddenly smiled and looked at him with a smile: "According to your opinion, I can neither hone my strength nor earn more contribution points in the A-font arena?"

The middle-aged referee nodded for granted: "This is nothing to do."

Yang Qi sneered: "Do you think I will agree to such a condition? I have a suggestion that if you contribute 100,000 points every day, I won't go to the A-font-sized arena to compete in the arena."

The middle-aged referee's face suddenly sank: "Yang Qi, you must stop at your best and see the situation clearly. Do you know who the person behind the Arena of the Airbender is? If you offend them, you will not have any good results!"

Yang Qi said indifferently: "Elder Changmei? Xiaotian?"

The middle-aged referee snorted coldly: "Since you know, you dare not accept my conditions? This is what Elder Changmei means!"

Yang Qi's heart moved slightly. It seemed that this person didn't know his relationship with Jiang Yannan, otherwise he would not have spoken like this. After all, Elder Changmei was nothing in front of Jiang Yannan. I think it was true that Jiang Yannan's identity and martial arts he had practiced were naturally not something that ordinary people could know. As for why Xiaotian knew the Five Elements Scouting Technique, it was naturally because of Lin Batian.

Seeing Yang Qi silent, the middle-aged referee felt proud. In his opinion, Yang Qi had already surrendered to the reputation of Elder Changmei.

He said proudly: "In addition to Elder Changmei, the A-font-sized Arena is controlled by Xiaotian. If you dare to make trouble here, Xiaotian will not let you go! How about it, accept my conditions and you can also get a lot of contribution points in the A-font-sized Arena."

Yang Qi glanced at him lightly: "I refuse."

The middle-aged referee's proud face suddenly froze, and he looked at Yang Qi in disbelief: "What did you say, refuse?"

Yang Qi looked as if he was taken for granted: "Of course, according to your conditions, I can only get many contribution points in a day."

"Don't you know whether the contribution point is important or the life is important?"

Yang Qi's face suddenly became cold: "Fate? Only I can control my life. If I want to contribute, my life is my own. Whether it is Elder Changmei or Xiaotian, who is not good for me, that is my enemy. Besides, no matter whether I will play the arena in the A-font arena, Xiaotian will not live in peace with me."

A curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since I have a grudge with Xiaotian, why not make a good fortune on their territory? The arena is the academy's building, and the rules inside are also stipulated by the academy. No one can change it, even the elder Changmei and Xiaotian."

Yang Qi turned around and walked out of the arena, leaving a cold sentence: "If you want to stop me, come on the ring!"

After the words came to an end, Yang Qi had already left the arena.

"Bastard, this matter must be reported to Elder Changmei."

The middle-aged referee's face was gloomy, and then he looked at the roster in his hand, frowned: "That kid still has to continue fighting. There are few people in the seventh level of the Purple Mansion who can compete with him. What should I do?"

His eyes were on the last few names on the last page of the list, and his eyes were shining: "If they were willing to take action..."

Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Elder Changmei has not been in the academy these two days. No one can invite those guys except him, and the price of asking them to take action is not low..."

He sighed helplessly, put away the roster and left the arena.

......

The moon had risen, and Yang Qi walked on the empty road and quickly returned to the Xinsheng area.

Dugu Yue and the others were all staying in their room, probably in a retreat, and Yang Qi did not disturb them and returned to his room.

There has been no telling anyone about Yang Qi going to the arena today, so they don’t know what Yang Qi did today. Of course, after dawn tomorrow, he is sure that the matter of tomorrow’s arena will begin to spread.

Although he offended Xiaotian, this is a good thing for Xinghai. The more Yang Qi's reputation is, the more effective it will be for the development of Xinghe. At least it can promote the reputation of Xinghe. Maybe someone will be willing to join Xinghe.

Yang Qi sat cross-legged on his bed, slowly regaining his breath.

Today he fought for eighteen games. Apart from a slight adjustment in the middle for a while, he had no spare time. In these eighteen battles, there were thirteen strong men of the seventh level of the Purple Palace. Yang Qi lost so many strong men in a row, and his body was still quite tired.

This is the best time to practice, and the potential of the body will be greatly stimulated. This is why fighting is the best way to stimulate potential.

Yang Qi could feel that as his breath gradually recovered, the fatigue in his body gradually disappeared, and at the same time, his realm was steadily brought in and he improved a lot. Not only that, Yang Qi's biggest gain today was his understanding of the Dragon Fist Sutra and the Five Elements Gunsmanship.

After all, the opponents in each game are not weak, so Yang Qi has deliberately honed these two martial arts, so his mastery of these two martial arts has increased rapidly.

"And you, I won't forget you."

Yang Qi flipped his right hand and the treasure pot fell into his hand. Then a big knife appeared and fell straight towards the treasure pot, then narrowed directly and drilled into the mouth of the treasure pot.

This big knife was the magic weapon that Yang Qi snatched from Xiao Feng. Although the magic weapon was very valuable, Yang Qi swallowed the magic weapon and the treasure pot without any hesitation.

Buzz!

In Yang Qi's expectant gaze, the surface of the treasure pot flashed slightly, and a misty mist enveloped the big knife, and then it stopped moving.

While regulating his breath, Yang Qi stared at the treasure pot.

An hour later, the big sword shook slightly, and suddenly turned into a heavy breath and drilled into the treasure pot.

The second mysterious pattern on the treasure pot bloomed slightly, probably only about one-tenth of it bloomed, which means that Yang Qi still needs at least ten magic weapons to advance to the treasure pot.

Although it was a bit difficult, it inspired Yang Qi's fighting spirit. He had to ask for everything, whether it was the contribution points or magic weapons, so he had to go to the arena.

......

On the second day, the A font isna.

There were two thousand seats full, and they looked expectant, as if they were waiting for something. There were two figures fighting on the four arenas below, but they could not make the two thousand eyes in the audience fall on them.

Everyone, a figure slowly walked out of the corridor passage under these two thousand anticipated gazes.

Wow!

In an instant, the entire venue became boiling, and the cheers soared into the sky seemed to lift the roof off.

"Senior Brother Yang Qi!"

"Here's here!"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yang Qi walked out of the corridor, looked up at the many disciples around him with excitement, and smiled slightly.

These people were more active than him and came earlier than him.

The middle-aged referee saw Yang Qi walking slowly towards him, his face changed, but he knew that Yang Qi was just a soft and hard person, so he couldn't do anything, so he could only watch Yang Qi walk under the ring.

"Senior Brother Yang Qi, please!"

The two people above the ring were also very sensible and jumped off the ring by themselves.

"Thank you."

Yang Qi thanked the two and went to the ring.

Throwing the token to the middle-aged referee, Yang Qi said lightly: "I want to challenge the opponent of the seventh level of the Purple Mansion."
To be continued...