Rebirth of the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 686: Quick Knife Kid

Follow Mad Mo Luo back to his mansion together, Mad Mo Luo's old face has already blossomed, and he praised Yang Teng for giving him a long face along the way.

After many days of publicity, everyone knew that this Dongzhou monk Yang Teng belonged to his Mad Mo Luo. Yang Teng killed his opponent so cleanly tonight, Mad Mo Luo had a bright face!

"I am happy today. I will prepare a banquet immediately. I want to celebrate!" Back at the mansion, Mad Roma ordered someone to prepare a banquet. He wanted to celebrate Yang Teng.

Only then did the people know that this Dongzhou monk, who sits idle every day besides sleeping, actually won the first game and killed his opponent with one blow. No wonder the master is so happy.

No one dared to underestimate Yang Teng anymore. Being able to slay an opponent in a battlefield, luck is part of it, the bigger reason is his own strength.

With such a super power, it's no wonder people are bored all day long and don't practice.

After changing the cup with Mad Mo Luo, Yang Teng got up and left after drinking until noon.

Mad Mo Luo told Yang Teng to take a good rest and he would arrange the next fighting skills so that he didn't have to think too much.

Yang Teng didn't think about it either. His purpose of participating in fighting skills was to compete with the masters of the same level, and use this cruel way of life and death to improve his combat effectiveness.

If you encounter a relatively weak opponent every time, participating in fighting skills will lose its meaning.

However, even if Mad Mo Luo is overwhelmingly powerful, it is impossible to arrange for him a weaker opponent in every game, after all, the Arena is the domain of the master.

It may be okay for Mad Moluo to do a little action. If he dares to disturb the order of the arena, the commander will probably not spare him.

Yang Teng lives in the Mansion of Mad Mo Luo, repeating the same things every day. People no longer wonder that Yang Teng does not practice in retreat, nor does he never practice swords.

Thirty days of peace of mind training has benefited Yang Teng a lot, and he felt that his cultivation and combat effectiveness had improved a lot.

Soon came the second fighting technique.

After the last fighting skill, Yang Teng has some fame. The audience who came to watch the fighting skill may not remember Yang Teng's name, but they all know that there is such a Dongzhou monk who has a sharp knife.

I don't know who gave Yang Teng the name of a quick knife kid, and gradually spread, the name is very appropriate, the two words of quick knife just reflect the speed of Yang Teng's slashing opponent.

Follow Mad Mo Luo and come to the outside of the arena again.

The cultivators participating in the fighting skills have to come one step ahead of the audience. Yang Teng has already participated once. There is no need to come to verify the identity and cultivation base in the middle, as long as the identity and cultivation base are verified before the show tonight.

At this time, some spectators have gathered outside the arena and are waiting to start collecting admission fees.

Seeing Mad Mo Luo approaching Yang Teng, a cultivator greeted him from afar, "Quick knife kid, can you still kill your opponent with one blow today."

Yang Teng didn't know that this person was talking to himself, and he didn't reply.

Mad Mo Luo turned his head and smiled at Yang Teng: "He said you, these guys have named you a knight kid."

"It doesn't sound good, it's not domineering at all. The King of Swordsman Swordsman is better than this quick knife kid, the worst is to call me the quick knife Yang Teng, it's better than this quick knife kid." Yang Teng shook his head, this name is called , It sounds like a hairy kid.

The madman Rohaha laughed: "If you are not satisfied, you can tell them and ask them to change your name. But I don't think there is much hope, and the name of the quick knife is also good."

"Quick knife boy, you give us a bottom line about how your real combat power is. The last fight has a lot of luck. Whether it will work this time or not, we have a bottom line in our hearts." This monk is a bet. only.

Yang Teng didn’t like the name Kuaidao Kid, and by the way, he didn’t like the person who called him that. He squinted at the other person and said angrily, “I’m just the fifth-layer cultivation base of the Yijin Period. You think I might win. The opponent of the 9th Heaven in Yijin Period! You also said that I had a lot of luck last time. Whether I can beat my opponent this time depends on my luck."

Most of the spectators who came in advance to wait for admission were gamblers. Hearing what Yang Teng said, they were immediately discouraged.

"Quick knife boy, originally we wanted to support you. You don't know how to support you. Forget it, let's bet you lose." a monk shouted.

Since the opponent is not yet known at this time, the only way to bet is to bet a certain participating monk will win or lose.

It is different when the fighting skills begin. The spectators in the front row of the arena have the privilege to bet based on both sides of the fighting skills. This is an advantage that other monks do not have.

So the front row sold for as high as 10,000 bottles of Gathering Pill, but the field was full.

Same as last time, there are not many people who are optimistic about Yang Teng. The odds offered over the gambling game have been slightly changed, but Yang Teng's odds are still one to five.

Some popular monks, such as Yin Xiang, who has won three games in a row, only lose 1.7%.

By comparison, the gap came out. It can be seen that Yang Teng won the first game, basically without reference value.

Yang Teng was disdainful, optimistic that his guarantee would make a fortune, and the gambler who bet on his opponent was destined to lose his money.

Entering the arena, Madmo Luo will take him to verify his cultivation and identity.

Then go to the waiting area to wait for the start.

Several newcomers appeared in the opponents of the same group. After a battle, Yang Teng nodded to Yin Xiang as an old man in the arena.

The long knife in Yin Xiang's hand exudes a cold light, "Quick knife kid? This is a very good name. I am looking forward to fighting with you today to see which of us has the faster knife!"

Yin Xiang did not shy away and challenged Yang Teng.

Yang Teng laughed and said, "I'm really sorry, if you meet me, your journey of fighting skills is over. Unfortunately, the rewards are getting higher and higher, you can't get it!"

Crazy and arrogant enough! Yang Teng answered Yin Xiang unceremoniously.

"Okay! I'm waiting for you in the Arena! There will always be one encounter with you." Yin Xiang was full of war.

Several other monks in the Yijin period watched the two fight, and a slightly thin monk coldly snorted: "Two boastful things, when I am no longer there! You two better pray not to meet me, otherwise Let you corpses on the spot!"

Before the absolute opponents were drawn, the cultivators in the Yijin Period were already in a state of tension.

Except for Yin Xiang, a master swordsman, Yang Teng doesn’t care about anyone. He is very interested in Yin Xiang’s swordsmanship. Although he has watched the two battles of Yin Xiang, he still didn’t understand the essence of Yin Xiang’s swordsmanship, only himself. Only by fighting against each other can we truly appreciate the mystery of this sword technique.

As for the other provocative monks, Yang Teng didn't take it seriously.

Yang Teng raised his head and glanced at Ren Fu, his voice said coldly: "Kill you, no need for a second knife!"

Ren Fu was furious and drew out his sword, "Would you like to fight first!"

Yang Teng ignored his provocation, "Now killing you is worthless. You are worth 200,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill in the arena. It would be great to keep your dog's head and exchange for 200,000 bottles of Spirit Gathering Pill."

Ren Fu was furious and wanted to do it on the spot.

A guard shouted loudly: "What are you doing! Put down the sword, or you will kill you without mercy!"

Ren Fu put down his sword angrily and yelled at Yang Teng: "You better pray not to be met by me, otherwise I will let you die!"

Yang Teng didn't even look at Ren Fu. At this time, he was called Huanhuan, not because he wanted to see the difference in the battlefield.

Soon, the absolute opponent began to draw lots.

As the last winner, Yang Teng also enjoyed the treatment of the first draw.

He got the second pick.

Yin Xiang did not draw another second pick, the third pick behind Yang Teng.

"Yin Xiang, I'm lucky, it's your luck that I didn't get me." Yang Teng provoked.

"Let you escape the catastrophe." Yin Xiang replied.

Soon, the drawing of six people was finished, and the result was very interesting. Ren Fu, who was clamoring to kill Yang Teng, got another No. 2 lottery as he wished and succeeded in fighting Yang Teng.

Seeing this result, Yang Teng laughed loudly: "Yin Xiang, you are lucky today, that guy is unlucky."

Yin Xiang said coldly: "Yang Teng, I want you to kill him cleanly, can you do it!"

Yang Teng curled his lips in disdain, "A single shot is enough to deal with a clown!"

"Okay! With this courage, I am worthy of Yin Xiang's opponent!" Yin Xiang said loudly.

"You wait for me!" Ren Fu stared at Yang Teng fiercely.

All the monks participating in the fighting skills are drawn.

The arena is also full of spectators.

As the lights dimmed, the fighting skills tonight started again.

The vigorous voice resounded through the Arena, "Welcome to the Arena, the fighting skills officially begin tonight, please invite the first group of monks!"

The lights came on, and the two opponents in the arena started fighting.

Yang Teng immediately concentrated on watching the fighting skills.

Fighting is as tragic as ever, and the winner often leaves no chance for the opponent.

The monk who knew that he was about to fail would also fight back. Anyway, he would die and cause some damage to his opponent. It would be the last to vent his anger.

One round of three battle skills is over, and then group battle skills will begin.

Group fighting skills are even more cruel. Twenty monks fought a fierce battle in the arena. In the end, none of the winners could guarantee the end of their team.

After the first round of group fighting skills ends, the second round of individual fighting skills begins.

Yang Teng has been constantly stimulating his fighting spirit since the two strong bone monks appeared on the battlefield.

After the two monks were over, Yang Teng's fighting spirit had reached its peak.

The lights went out, and Yang Teng strode towards the arena, his long sword humming.

Full of anger, Ren Fu entered the arena alongside Yang Teng.

After the vigorous voice introduced the identities of the next two fighting cultivators, the lights suddenly turned on.

A tsunami-like voice erupted from the auditorium of the Arena: "Quick knife kid! Quick knife kid!"

Yang Teng raised the long sword high in his hand, "Kill!"

The enthusiasm of the audience completely aroused Yang Teng's infinite fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit to rise to the top burst out instantly.

Both legs stomped on the ground vigorously, and the body was like an arrow from the string, shooting towards Ren Fu.