Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 227

Colosseum

A few beast trainers in full defensive vestments entered the arena carefully with a net in their hands, and threw the net to catch the flaming hunting tiger baring its teeth. Cultivation can't break free.

The defeated Explosive Flame Hunting Tiger was taken away by the beast trainer through another cave, behind which were captured monsters.

Shuo prison clenched his fists with both hands, punched his chest, raised his head to the sky and roared fiercely.

The guard covered his ears, not surprised, "This guy will yell a few times every time he wins a game."

Zhan Changfeng recalled that when Baoyan Liehu was dragged away by the net, the look in his eyes was somewhat gloomy.Claiming to be a warrior, are you really willing to be trapped in this cage where beasts and fighters are for your entertainment?
What is a warrior?

Those with strength and courage?
Dauntless?
Or can you sacrifice your life for the battle winner without hesitation?
Insufficient information.

Zhan Changfeng opened the iron gate and closed it behind his back, the guard was astonished, "Your Excellency, what are you going to do?"

She had already walked into the Colosseum, and she was not far or close to the nine-foot brute.

The nine-foot brut scratched his slightly curly thick hair, "What are you doing here?"

"Are you a warrior?"

The nine-foot savage's expression froze, as if he had been questioned, "I'm a warrior!"

The light in his eyes was burning and unwavering, as if he regarded the "warrior" as the highest honor, but Zhan Changfeng felt a little uncertain, and said, "Then fight me as a warrior."

"Are you a warrior too?" The nine-foot savage sounded slightly happy, but couldn't believe it.

She saw his look in her eyes, and gradually perfected his footnotes on warriors, "We have iron-like discipline, lofty collective honor, and fighting for beliefs. Isn't this a warrior?"

Zhan Changfeng was solemn and determined every word, but in fact every word was testing his reaction. When she read the word "faith", the nine-foot savage had an astonishing fighting spirit in his eyes, and replied, "This is a warrior!"

Trouble.

People who already have firm beliefs are not so easy to conquer, "I am fighting for longevity, why are you fighting?"

The nine-foot man shouted loudly, "The warriors of the Shuoren tribe only fight for the sake of fighting! Fight for life and die!"

Master tribe?

There is no such tribe in the known forces, at least not in Zangyunjian.

Zhan Changfeng did not hide his purpose, "My goal is to break the leaderboard, and I am destined to fight for life. Although the situation is difficult and the enemy is watching, the momentum has already been achieved. Would you like to join?"

"...Didn't that old man call you here?" The nine-foot savage was puzzled, why did he get involved in this issue all of a sudden?
"Just now, but not now. I am very surprised by your fighting will. I also think that you may not only be a warrior, but if you have the opportunity, you may be a god of war in the future." It turns out that Zhan Changfeng is recruiting talents. It's really frankly a bit overwhelming.

The nine-foot man moved his lips, unable to think of how to reply. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "There is only one God of War in the Shuoren tribe."

Battle songs and fighting are intertwined in the ear, and the eyes are full of blood. The tall body with its back facing him, stood in an eternal posture amidst the sound of the enemy's horn. warriors, I only have the Shuoren tribe in my heart."

Zhan Changfeng could naturally hear the sadness in his sigh, guessing that something happened to his tribe, she didn't press her, "It's okay, I admire your loyalty and belief, I hope you return to your tribe as soon as possible , if you have nowhere to go before this, and you can come to me and give in, I welcome you."

The rough face of the nine-foot man softened, "Thank you, Ji Yan."

"But you are too wronged here, and it doesn't conform to the spirit of a warrior. I have already greeted the owner of the casino, and I will take you away at about dawn. This is also my agreement with the old man. What do you think? "

Zhan Changfeng was afraid that he would be awkward, and added, "The agreement has been reached, and it can't be changed now. I hope you won't let me be a person who breaks my promise to my old man."

The nine-foot reckless man is actually not reckless. He intuitively feels that the casino will not let him leave so easily. If there is an agreement, there will be a deal. How can he let a person with no relatives and no family pay the price for him, but he pretends to be something? do not know either.

Warriors can't just owe favors.

There are still eight years before he can live.

"No, you go, I won't leave." The nine-foot reckless man had a resolute face, and he refused decisively.

Zhan Changfeng guessed what he was thinking, and he was not surprised, "How long will you stay here before you can return to your hometown, not to mention that my agreement with the principal will not stop because of your refusal, you don't have to bear any burden .”

The nine-foot man bowed his head in thought, and then replied after a while, "Warrior, dare to act bravely, and never let others bear the consequences of what you have caused."

He insists on his way of being a warrior. Even if he can figure out some truths from the perspective of others, he will not change his habits and persistence.

"Then solve it in a warrior's way." Zhan Changfeng once again made the initial request, "Fight with me, the loser promises the winner one thing."

The nine-foot savage didn't feel bad for her, on the contrary, he felt some joy of being appreciated in the conversation just now, but this didn't prevent him from despising her frail body.

"I can knock you down with one punch." The nine-foot savage was honest, hoping that she would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"I can't kill you with one move, but I can defeat you in ten breaths." Zhan Changfeng is obviously familiar with such things as inviting battles, and inadvertently makes people feel inferior.

The nine-foot reckless man is happy, yo, ten breaths?
The warrior can't refuse any provocative fight, so let's fight, so that she will die.

The iron gate was enchanted, and the guard couldn't hear their conversation, but in a blink of an eye there was a fight. He anxiously pushed the iron gate, but the gate was enchanted and couldn't be opened at all.It's over, how can he continue to hang around in the casino if the person the boss told him wants to do something wrong under his nose.

The nine-foot savage is full of blood, and once a warrior enters the fighting state, he will not show mercy for any reason. His fists tear the clouds and rip the silk, and bring up the wind, as if to crush the enemy into dross.

What ten breaths, arrogance!

But Zhan Changfeng only made one sword, which was like a mirror of all ages, reflecting the world of mortals.

When a warrior has faith, then he has backing and obsession, so he can't get rid of the karma in the world of mortals, not to mention that the warrior still has heartbreak.

"Go, never come back!"

The sacrificial song pierced the ears, the world was bloody, and the tribe's flag crashed down.

Huo Ren fought in all directions, but he could not escape the fate of being conquered by others. However, he never expected that the defeat would be so violent that it would destroy a tribe that had existed for a long time.

Why was he the only one who escaped!

Why is he locked in this iron cage!

Because he is alive, the master is alive!

The mind of the nine-foot man was fluctuating, and the fighting spirit flowing in the blood and rooted in the soul burst out suddenly, breaking through the karma of the inner demon, but Zhan Changfeng's sword also arrived at his throat.

It's a pity that he has a pair of copper skin and iron bones, and he is not afraid of her sword light and power, but he was defeated in a single thought. The nine-foot savage frowned and glared, "I don't accept it. I lost to my own demon, not you."

Zhan Changfeng said with a good temper, "Then do it again, I'll change my trick."

　I had a dream at night, dreaming that Zhan Changfeng (my intuition told me it was her) was wearing a black robe and holding a sword in his hand, so fucking handsome, but the next second she broke the sword and pulled out a Rolled up cloth, what the hell are you channeling? Hey!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)