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Shen Ruoyu ignored Yang Zhao who was surrounded behind him and looked at the old man opposite him coldly.

"What happened to the skin?"

The little old man took out the piece of paper from somewhere and shook his hand. The paper instantly turned into a piece of leather with black blood stains and dry hair, and strange words were still written all over the leather. Yo.

He handed the leather to Shen Ruoyu.

"There are words on it, you can read it yourself, I'm not lying at all."

Shen Ruoyu glanced at it and didn't answer it at all.

"I don't know the words on it."

"No, how could I not recognize him? How could he not recognize him? This is Shu Ling Yu, and we, the Shu Ling clan..."

As he spoke, the old man's voice became softer, and the last words were twirled in his mouth several times, but he couldn't spit them out.

Immediately, he looked at Shen Ruoyu fiercely, with impatience in his tone.

"Okay, okay, okay. The most I can do is scare this little girl. She won't suffer anything. Why are you so angry?"

He flicked the leather and threw it somewhere. He looked at the ghosts behind him who were not too old to watch the fun and began to coax them.

"It's over, it's over, it's over. What are you looking at? If you should fight, fight, if you should fight, if you should gamble, hurry up and pay for it. Let's see what I do!"

As he spoke, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

As soon as the old man disappeared, the whole tower suddenly became lively, and all kinds of unpleasant sounds echoed in the tower one after another.

"Yo yo yo, let's go now. I thought you two would stop talking about going to the ring to have a fight."

"Isn't that right? I've already set up this bet, and people have already placed bets on it, but you're just showing us this?"

"I'm tired of watching these three-legged cats in the foundation-building stage every day. I thought today would allow me to reminisce about the past. Who knew that one of them was actually a coward? What a bad luck for his grandma!"

Yang Zhao was stunned by this change.

"Master, he, he just ran away, no, he just...who provoked him? Was he so angry?"

You must know that when the old man faced Shen Ruoyu's thunder method just now, although he was soft-spoken, he was still smiling playfully, but seeing his angry and embarrassed attitude, Yang Zhaozhen didn't know which sentence hit him.

Shen Ruoyu saw a hint of sympathy in the dark eyes.

"Come on, go down."

He didn't want to be regarded as a monkey for people to watch, so he took Yang Zhao and descended to the tower.

Yang Zhao glanced around with some fear and followed closely less than one meter behind Shen Ruoyu. What he wanted was a sense of security.

If it weren't for the difference between humans and ghosts, Yang Zhao would have loved to hold Shen Ruoyu's arm.

After getting her feet on the ground, Yang Zhao looked at the bright door behind her and stamped on the solid floor under her feet. She felt somewhat confident in her heart. The distance between her and Master Shen Ruoyu increased from one meter to 1.1 meters.

Once he felt confident, Yang Zhao became curious about the old man's affairs.

"Yes, what happened to the old man just now?"

The competition on the ring began again. Shen Ruoyu watched with interest and did not want to talk to Yang Zhao.

The less Shen Ruoyu said anything, the more interested Yang Zhao became. It was like a kitten's paws stroking at the tip of his heart, feeling that she was scratching her head and ears.

"Master, is it hard to talk because the tower is someone else's territory? Why don't we go out and talk later?"

Shen Ruoyu found two large silver snails out of nowhere.

"If you're fine, why not take a closer look at the ring? You know you'll be on the ring tomorrow too." "Huh?"

If Shen Ruoyu hadn't mentioned it, Yang Zhao would have tried to fool this matter.

"Master, I, I really want to go."

Shen Ruoyu turned the silver conch leisurely.

"Is that still false? The cultivation you have now is the result of the three of us pulling out the seedlings and pulling them up for you. The foundation is destined to be unstable, don't you know?"

"If the foundation is not stable, you have to work hard to tighten it. Otherwise, who would dare to live in this kind of house. Now that your foundation is not stable, you need to tighten it."

Yang Zhao looked at the ring for a while, and a bit of fear inevitably appeared in his eyes.

The reason is also very simple. A monk like Yang Zhao who graduated from a one-month crash course is different from someone like him who stayed in the foundation building stage for several years and relied on his own efforts to reach the threshold of forming a core. .

Regardless of the ghosts and ghosts in this tower, they all say that these martial arts fighters are just like three-legged cats and cannot get on the big stage.

But depending on who she is facing, in Yang Zhao's opinion, no one in the ten arenas can be shaken by her.

That's the real skill that comes from spending time.

The two people on the ring in front of them were fighting in a small area because the venue was not big for cultivators.

There are afterimages in every move and every move. Various spells, spells, and magical weapons can attack the opponent from unexpected uses and angles. Many inconspicuous little tricks can bring out a bunch of blood flowers to the opponent, blasting the enemy. Get off the ring.

In the ring, it's important to not give in to your father, show no mercy, and the main thing is to be truthful.

Yang Zhao was a little nervous. He didn't even dare to blink when looking at the ring, for fear of missing something.

Just like that, Yang Zhao's eyes were not good enough.

In front of others, saying that Yang Zhao is a child is just flattering her.

When I got myself into it, cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

"Master, please let me go up. The odds of winning are [-]-[-]. If he punches three times, I will be the first to win."

There was a hint of coquettishness in Yang Zhao's tone.

"Master~~, what kind of disciple is a good disciple? It must be a living disciple. The dead ones can only occupy the place in vain and slowly rot, but the living disciples can run, jump and eat by themselves. , how cute.”

"You don't have a choice in this matter. Do you want to get into the ring? You have to get into the ring even if I throw it to you."

Shen Ruoyu looked at the arena quietly.

"Don't you think the reason why we came a few days late is because God couldn't stand it, so you have time to lay a solid foundation in the ring."

"Why, why does this have to do with metaphysics?" Faced with Shen Ruoyu's firm attitude, Yang Zhao did not dare to refute loudly, but only dared to whisper behind him.

"When I got to the ring, it wasn't much stronger than the sandbag. The scars that had just faded had to be added, and all my efforts were in vain."

But no matter what?Going into the ring is a done deal.

Although Yang Zhao had complaints in his heart, he also knew that Shen Ruoyu was doing it for her own good.

Although his attitude is a bit tough, his heart is definitely good and his direction is definitely right.

Besides, no one is your parent, so you have to take care of your emotions carefully.

Yang Zhao has known since he went to school that it is a great favor to have someone who can give you some advice. What's more, Shen Ruoyu's escort-like guidance is a good thing that no one can ask for, no matter how much money they offer.