I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know 100 million points of skills, right?

Chapter 113 The next fat sheep

There is killing intent.

Zhong Lingge's spiritual sense has always been sharp. The moment the boy had murderous intentions, she sensed his determination.

Killing people in the ring is simply out of the blue. The Nascent Soul monks guarding here are not dead, and the ring also has formations to protect the contestants from serious injuries. The young man was obviously blinded by anger.

Zhong Lingge pretended not to notice, deliberately weakening his offensive and raising his defense, giving the opponent a glitch that he could exploit.

"Suffer death—" The young man's eyes were red, and the spear in his hand transformed into nineteen phantoms, forming an encirclement in mid-air that was difficult to break through.

The Jiuyin Anaconda sensed its master's thoughts and suddenly turned around to surround Zhong Lingge, like a majestic and fierce protector, shaking its huge head and screaming.

The ground below the ring shook violently, and the spear clearly had the intention of killing him. The young man's cruel and distorted expression also confirmed this.

"He wants to kill people?! Are you crazy? This is a ring competition!"

"His sister was imprisoned in Jueling Valley. She wants revenge!"

"What kind of excuse is this? They pretended to be demon cultivators and killed so many innocent cultivators, but he still has the nerve to act wild?"

"Even if I'm not a casual cultivator, I can't stand it anymore. It's so embarrassing, hey!"

Three rays of Yuan Ying stage coercion penetrated into the ring formation, and the spear broke through in the blink of an eye. All the phantoms and auras disappeared, and the instrument itself broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The magic weapon that connected the young man's mind was destroyed, and he suffered a slight backlash from his spiritual power. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

The voice of the nearest Yuanying Master was filled with anger and the pitch was not high, but it could be heard from the Qi Refining to the Golden Core area.

"A descendant of the Wang family in Dayu Valley tried to express his personal anger by killing a contestant in the ring. This was a violation of the rules of the ring and contempt for the organizer. According to regulations, the entire Wang family will be disqualified from participating! Anyone who violates the order will be imprisoned by the sect for a period of 50 years. "

The young man's ears were ringing and his mind was buzzing. He actually failed.

I originally thought that Zhong Lingge's realm and strength would definitely kill him as soon as the spear struck out, but who knew she could defend for so long.

He failed to avenge his sister, failed to make a name for himself on such a big occasion, but he still had to bear the consequences of violating rules in the ring. If he had known better, he shouldn't have been so impulsive.
"Cough, cough!"

The young man was looking at the ground with his head down and was at a loss when Zhong Lingge's shadow pressed down on him.

As soon as he raised his head, he met those seemingly innocent eyes, full of smiles.

Zhong Lingge saw that the others were so frightened that they became dementia. He stretched out his hand towards him and said bluntly: "Five thousand spiritual stones, you lose."

The young man was just about to say that he had not lost, when he spat out several mouthfuls of blood clots, causing a dull pain in his chest and sea of ​​consciousness.

"I'm not lying to you, you really lost, even if the real person didn't take action." Zhong Lingge pointed at his chest and told him to see for himself.

The young man lowered his head and looked, and his heart sank.

At some point, a blood hole was penetrated an inch above his heart. What was terrifying was that Zhong Lingge seemed to have chosen the right time to prevent the injury from occurring, lest the arena formation teleport him away.

Could it be that she had already seen through his murderous intention?
But when did she take action?

The young man's face was gloomy and ugly. It turned out that he was being manipulated from beginning to end.

Thinking of the inner demon oath he had sworn, the young man did not dare to escape, so he threw out five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, stood up with a spear and jumped off the ring, and took the initiative to walk towards Deacon Xuanyuan who came to take him to be imprisoned.

Zhong Lingge put away the spirit stone, without even looking at the young man's leaving figure, and took the initiative to apply for repairs and recovery before continuing to defend the ring.After getting permission, Zhong Lingge went straight to the repair area, chose a defensive array in a corner and got into it, activated the array and began to close his eyes and rest.

After quickly returning to good condition, Zhong Lingge was not in a hurry to continue defending. Instead, he got out of the formation and searched for the next little sheep in the crowd.

Her goal was to obtain five thousand low-grade spiritual stones first, and casual cultivators who were not dressed gorgeously were excluded.

There are also those disciples who look too pure and kind, and whose eyes are too friendly, are not her targets.

What she wants is the kind of disciple of the clan who walks without acknowledging their relatives, looks at people with their nostrils turned upward, and speaks with a tone that sounds like they want to pierce the sky.

Just when I was thinking that everyone was being too friendly this time, a discordant voice sounded behind me.

"Give way, you are blind! Didn't you see that my junior sister is dizzy? Drive, drive!"

Zhong Lingge was pushed hard on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw a fat hand and the owner of the fat hand, with a fat face.

The fat sheep with its nostrils turned upward is now coming to your door!
Zhong Lingge showed a bright smile: "Hey~"

The owner of the fat hand was confused by her smile: "Why are you laughing? Get out of the way. My junior sister is dizzy and needs to sit down and rest."

Zhong Lingge glanced at the female disciple he was supporting, nodded, quickly made room for him, and even took the initiative to follow her to show concern.

"This fellow Taoist has exhausted his spiritual energy and consciousness. He needs to take some elixirs to recover quickly."

The female disciple who was being supported was in the middle stage of Qi refining, and her facial features were delicate and soft. But for some reason, her eyes when looking at Zhong Lingge were not very friendly. "Brother, I need to recover for a while. You stay with me outside and don't wander around."

The fat man responded quickly and saw that his junior sister was beginning to fall into trance, and he turned to look at Zhong Lingge. "Why don't you leave?"

"Fellow Taoist, I see that you are quite strong. Do you want to fight to earn some spirit stones? Anyway, it will take a while for your junior sister to recover. If you fight with me, it might be over soon."

The fat man and the junior sister had just come off the ring and had no idea what was happening outside. They were just confused when they heard this.

"How can I earn spiritual stones from fighting with you?"

"Bet!"

Zhong Lingge showed a simple and honest smile again, and explained the rules sincerely and enthusiastically.

The fat man couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and looked at Zhong Lingge like a fool: "You said it, first make an oath to your inner demons, and you won't refuse to pay if you lose!"

Zhong Lingge nodded vigorously: "It's a deal!"

The two finalized their bets, swore the inner demon oath together, and each walked to the ring with expectations.

The fat man was feeling triumphant all the way, but he didn't know why. The monks around him looked at him a little strangely, but when he caught the eyes of others, they took the initiative to move away. It seemed like an illusion.

He didn't think much, he only thought about the fifteen thousand low-grade spiritual stones promised by Zhong Lingge, and his heart was filled with joy.

With this amount of spiritual stones in hand, he can buy clothes for his junior sister again, so that she can happily go to the clouds with him.
Zhong Lingge walked a few steps behind him. When he saw someone showing sympathy towards the fat man, he immediately made a fierce expression and threatened them, not allowing them to look any further.

The fat sheep that I finally managed to win cannot become wary so easily!
When he arrived at the No. [-] arena, Zhong Lingge stretched out his hand and smiled innocently: "Hey, fellow Taoist is two realms higher than me. He is a junior, so please go first."

The fat man said "Yeah" and jumped onto the ring. He looked down at Zhong Lingge who was struggling to climb up. He felt that this battle must be very easy!
(End of this chapter)