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Chapter 268, Martial arts field (two in one)

The city is a bit big, and it would take time for Yang Zhao to walk on two legs.

But the wonderful scene around her opened her eyes.

For example, the surrounding stalls sell more kinds of dying animals, as well as branches, grass leaves and flowers, as well as small bugs and birds.

There are even gravel dust sold directly on some stalls.

Another example is that when she crossed a street, she saw a row of floor tiles standing against the base of the wall on the left front, and they stood there with thin legs and feet, motionless.

Just when Yang Zhao was wondering, he saw a row of floor tiles jumping up from the ground one by one. In the blink of an eye, that section of the road became a big hole, and these floor tiles walked happily in line.

Then stood a team of floor tiles, one by one neatly jumped into the pit, filling the gap in that section of the road.

The whole process didn't take a minute, but Yang Zhao was so scared that he didn't dare to step on it.

The floor tiles she was stepping on now were actually sane?
Even the slave owners in ancient times, who stepped on the floor tiles paved by living people and walked forward step by step.

She quit as soon as she stopped the colorful bird on her head.

"What are you doing here? Are you stupid? My God, if you are stupid, can I take you back now?"

The little bird wanted to go back after a disagreement.

Yang Zhao: "I'm fine, it's just that there is a remnant soul under my feet, and I can't get off my feet."

The little bird jumped twice on top of Yang Zhao's head indifferently.

"Oh my God, you actually have a heart for these floor tiles. This is definitely the funniest joke I've heard in hundreds of years!"

"You are stupid and can't fly. How else can you walk with your poor legs? What's more, there is a poor floor tile under your feet now."

"Oh, my God, don't you feel that your pause in place is the greatest insult to the floor tile under your feet? How long have you been rubbing your feet on his body and still not moving away?"

This is indeed a problem, Yang Zhao endured the strange feeling, trotted and started to walk forward.

But ever since she knew that even the floor tiles were sane, she felt uncomfortable no matter how she walked this road, and she always felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at her under her feet.

In order to get rid of this creepy feeling, she had to force herself to look away.

"Are the houses on both sides also full of remnants?"

The little bird stretched out its small paws and dug a small nest on top of Yang Zhao's head, and sat down comfortably.

"Naturally? Everything in this Sujin Pagoda is a remnant soul, whether it is sand, gravel, soil or flowers and trees, everything is made up of remnant souls."

Now, Yang Zhao was really curious.

"Everything? Is there really some remnant soul who wants to be a grain of sand?"

"What's the matter? Some remnant souls don't have much wisdom when they are thrown in. After a long time, they completely lose the scope of the soul. When the soul body is broken, it will naturally become sand."

The little bird said casually.

"Have you seen the sun in the sky? That is the most powerful remnant soul on our layer. He collects a lot of broken soul bodies every day to emit this dazzling light."

no?The sun is also the soul body.

Yang Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked at the dazzling sun above his head in horror, he didn't even know how to take a step.

The little bird hooked his hair tightly with its claws, and the voice of the chant was full of disbelief.

"Oh, God, be careful, you almost didn't throw me to the ground, are you so surprised? You don't really think that this Sujin Pagoda can hold a huge sun?!"

"Oh, my God, are the aliens so ignorant now? They think that a sun can fit in this small Sujin Pagoda."

"Oh my God, how can I walk with such a vulgar person, she not only tarnished my perfect feathers, she is still trying to hurt my heart."

But Yang Zhao no longer felt anything about its words, she only felt that this world was full of illusions.

She thought of the deserts, wastelands, forests, snow-capped mountains, and grasslands along the way.

The only thing missing here are rivers and water.

If everything here is composed of remnant souls, how many people does the Sujin clan need to accumulate so many remnant souls?

Population is the most important foundation for a nation, and a huge population represents unlimited possibilities.

This is the world of cultivating immortals, a world where one can ascend to the throne of gods, so what kind of power should the gods of the Sujin clan have.

Yang Zhao forcefully pulled back his mind, not daring to think any further, lowered his head and began to hurry on his way.

She walked for more than an hour before arriving at the huge martial arts arena.

The walls of this Martial Arts Field are not much shorter than the walls outside the city.

What's more special is that there is a huge gap in the middle of the wall of the Martial Arts Field. This gap connects the world to the ground, allowing people to come and go.

There are a lot of people here, and the bustle inside cannot be stopped by the walls.

The bursts of congratulations and applause came together through the huge gap.

Looking at Yang Zhao, he hesitated again, and the little bird nest chatted boringly in the small nest he had just dug.

"Oh, these vulgar people have started that bloody battle again, their blood is full of rage, they are hungry for all blood, and they always think of dirty fighting. Only these low-quality remnants want to be weapons Go and taste the blood in reality."

"My poor little girl of a different race, you will be with these people with bad brains in the future, hahahahahahahaha."

The little bird was rolling on top of Yang Zhao's head with laughter, and the little nest it had dug out with great difficulty was scattered by itself.

Yang Zhao pursed his lips: "Do you have to choose this kind of remnant soul as a weapon?"

Her Flood Dragon Spear personality is a bit out of the way, now that she hears Liu Zhengxia's name, she's going crazy.

She originally wanted a weapon with a more normal personality, but hearing the giggles of the birds above her head, she felt that this goal was a bit difficult.

"Oh, my poor little girl, who wants to be a weapon if she doesn't want to see blood? Just like my noble soul, a warm and friendly bird, who likes quiet and peaceful days."

What Xiaoniao said made Yang Zhao feel that there was some truth. Soldiers are fierce. Which normal person would think of killing people all the time?

The little bird tilted its head and smoothed the feathers on its wings, and urged again.

"Okay, okay, precious time is passing fast because of your hesitation."

Yang Zhao licked his lips that were not dry, and stepped into the martial arts arena step by step.

"Kill him! Kill him quickly! I haven't eaten such a pure soul for a long time!"

"Rip it up! Be sure to give me a thigh!"

"I'm going to eat you!"

Taking this step, the noise almost pushed Yang Zhao out.

This step seems to be stepping into hell.

She subconsciously opened her mouth to relieve the pressure on the eardrums, and then she realized, how could she have eardrums in her mind?
There are two arc-shaped stands in the entire martial arts arena, each stand has dozens of steps up and down, and the bustling crowds are full of creatures.

There are not a few animals, plants, beasts, birds, insects, stones, and human forms.

Although their external images are different, they all have the same crazy and frightening expressions.

And in the center of the martial arts arena, there was a big tree fighting with a three-headed giant beast. The whole martial arts arena's branches and leaves were withered, and the beast's blood was scattered.

The restlessness in the entire Martial arts arena was caused by these two.

Yang Zhao stared blankly for a while, then began to communicate with the colorful bird on his head with a loud voice.

"I've already arrived at the Martial Arts Field, what should I do now? Who can I find a soul weapon with?"

The little bird patted her head with its wings boredly.

"Anyone, whether it's the floor tiles under your feet or the seat next to you, if you tell it about your situation, someone will come and tell you the rules."

Yang Zhao's expression was a little distorted. He wiped his face with his hands vigorously, squatted on the ground and knocked on the floor tiles under his feet, and roared at the top of his voice.

"Is there a cheerful floor tile? I am a person of a foreign race, and I entered the Sujin Pagoda to find a suitable soul weapon."

Before the floor tile under her could open her mouth, the floor tile next to her jumped out.

"I'm a cheerful floor tile, and the one you're upturned is just a dull-headed gourd that never opens its mouth."

As soon as this tile opened, the tile under Yang Zhao quit.

"You're talking nonsense, I'm not a dull gourd, I'm a stable floor tile. Just now, this little girl from a foreign race told me that it's nothing to do with you. You should jump back and fill the hole."

The two small floor tiles of the glasses were about to fight, and they were pulled away one by one with each hand.

Although he was mentally prepared, Yang Zhao was still taken aback by these two floor tiles.

She tried her best to clean up her expression, and after a few words of persuasion, she found that the two little bricks hadn't heard and wanted to break free from Yang Zhao's restraint, and got together to fight.

Yang Zhao could only shout at the top of his voice, "Stop fighting, you two, who can notify me of my arrival?"

The two little bricks scrambled to be the first.

"I! I'll go, I'll go, I'm a cheerful little floor tile, I speak the most clearly."

"It's right for me to go. I'm a steady little floor tile. Only when I go can I explain things clearly."

Seeing that the two were arguing again, Yang Zhao forcefully separated the two floor tiles and suggested to them.

"Or you two go together! The two of you can check for omissions and make up for vacancies together, and you can speak more clearly."

This proposal made the two small floor tiles very excited, but a little embarrassed.

"But both of us have left, leaving a big hole in this episode. If the supervisor finds out, he will detain our soul power."

"Yes, yes, if we go to one, we have a task, but to go to two pits is too big, and some people will fall because of this pit."

The two of them looked at Yang Zhao expectantly with big watery eyes.

"Pretty little alien girl, can you let that little bird on your head serve as a floor tile?"

"Impossible!" The little bird on Yang Zhao's head jumped up and down violently.

"How can the noble me do such a humble job? This is an insult to my noble personality, and it is an insult to my soul."

Seeing the little bird singing the chant and crying, Yang Zhao made another suggestion.

"You two go at ease, I will look at this big pit and wait for the two of you to come back, and I will definitely not let others stumble."

It's not a perfect idea, but it's reason enough for two little floor tiles who want to get out and get some air.

"That beautiful little girl from another world, thank you, we will call you over soon."

The two little floor tiles ran away quickly holding hands and fiddling with their two thin legs.

Yang Zhao squatted beside the vacated pit and waited for the arrival of two small floor tiles.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before a woman came over.

"Wuliang Tianzun, are you the alien who came here to find the soul weapon?"

Listening to the familiar Chinese, Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at her stiffly.

I saw that this woman was not tall, she was wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, and her hair was neatly combed in a bun.

He looks about 30 years old, with black hair and thin eyebrows, and a sense of freedom and unrestraint in his gestures.

This looks exactly like a girl from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Seeing Yang Zhao squatting on the ground stupidly, looking up at her silently, she thought her voice was low, so she raised her voice a little.

"Wuliang Tianzun, little girl, are you here to find a soul weapon?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, junior Yang Zhao has met senior."

Yang Zhao stood up in a panic, made a salute in return, replied in Chinese, and silently observed the other party's reaction.

Sure enough, when she heard Yang Zhao speak, her originally free and easy expression changed.

Her expression changed from free and easy to dazed, and then a smile slowly spread from the corners of her eyes to her entire cheeks.

She looked at Yang Zhao with a smile, her eyes full of warmth.

"This is not a place to talk, you come with me."

Amidst the din, Yang Zhao followed behind her with some trepidation, forgetting to thank the two small floor tiles behind him who got into the ground again.

A long drought meets nectar, and an old friend meets an old friend in a foreign land.

There are four great joys in life, and she met another one today.

Yang Zhao frantically followed her to the foot of a big tree, the gray-robed woman knocked on the tree, and the tree creaked and opened a door.

The gray-robed female Taoist reached out to invite them, and the two entered the big tree together.

With a creak, the big tree closed the door, and the noise outside was completely isolated by that door.

Yang Zhao took a closer look and found that the inside had an area of ​​at least sixty square meters. There was a bed in the corner, two futons and a low table on the floor.

The diameter of this big tree is more than two meters at most. I didn't expect that there is another world behind a door.

The female Taoist in gray sat down on a futon by herself, and pointed to another futon.

"Little friend, let's sit down and talk."

Yang Zhao thanked him stiffly, and sat on the futon.

"There is no water or tea in this Sujin Pagoda. I'm being rude to this valet."

Seeing her reserved expression, the gray-clothed female Taoist chattered away with a smile.

"Don't be rude, don't be rude, how can I force something that doesn't exist in the first place, the senior came to the Sujin Pagoda to find the soul weapon?"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zhao felt a little presumptuous.

"Sorry, senior, I'm not..."

The female Taoist in gray laughed.

"It's all right, there's nothing wrong with it. I've been in Sujin Pagoda for thousands of years. I didn't come here for a soul weapon. I came here to hide from disaster."

(End of this chapter)