Rebirth of the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 682: Bargaining still requires skill

Yin Xiang's knife suddenly changed, and Yang Teng, who was in the first row outside the field, felt it, and the decisive moment had arrived.

Yang Teng stood up with excitement, staring at the arena, lest he miss every detail.

"Om!" The long knife cut across the void, forming a mountain of swords on top of Chen Yuqi's head.

The heavy pressure made Chen Yuqi unable to adapt for a while, and the spear suddenly became a little messy.

Pity! Yang Teng shook his head secretly, Chen Yuqi adapted to Yin Xiang's play just now, Yin Xiang suddenly changed his moves and accelerated the attack rhythm, Chen Yuqi's reaction slowed by half a step.

The master moves, a half-step slow is equivalent to losing the opportunity, and it is difficult to think about passive defense.

At this point, Yang Teng immediately judged that Yin Xiang would undoubtedly win this battle.

Sure enough, after a few stabs, Yin Xiang picked off Chen Yuqi's spear and placed the long knife on Chen Yuqi's neck.

Yin Xiang smiled coldly: "Chen Yuqi, you are the first opponent of the same level who can cause me such a huge trouble since my debut. I will spare your life today!"

The cold sweat on Chen Yuqi's forehead ran down his cheeks. He thought he was bound to die. After all, few losers could leave the arena alive.

But he didn't expect Yin Xiang to let him go.

Throwing away the spear in his hand to express his complete surrender, Chen Yuqi held a fist at Yin Xiang, "Thank you for not killing me, I will be able to get my Chen Yuqi in the future.

Yin Xiang laughed loudly: "Your brother is polite. Now that the fighting skills are over, our brothers will go out for a drink to suppress the shock. To be honest, if I hadn't experienced a fighting skills, the victory or defeat of this battle might not be certain. The storm’s attack frightened me and I must have a good drink today."

Chen Yuqi picked up the spear and said, "If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Escape from the dead is more worthy of celebration.

Sometimes people are so wonderful. Just now they were rivals in life and death, and in a blink of an eye they became brothers who drank together.

There is no need to announce the result of this battle, and naturally Yin Xiang won.

Yang Teng sat down again, feeling the frenetic atmosphere behind him, with some strange thoughts in his heart. After watching the battle between Yin Xiang and Chen Yuqi, he wanted to get off the court in person and have a hearty fight with those opponents during the glutton phase.

Yang Teng didn't pay much attention to the next fighting skills during the marrow period.

He is only at the Yijin stage cultivation base, even if he participates in the fighting skills, it is impossible to compete with the cultivating marrow stage cultivators.

Moreover, with his combat power, if he does not display a treasure of the level of a big killer like the copper coffin, there is no possibility of defeating the cultivator of the marrow phase.

The cultivators who dare to appear on the battlefield are very powerful in combat. There is absolutely no alchemy master or refiner, these cultivators who specialize in auxiliary industries are some ruthless people who are not afraid of life and death.

Therefore, it is a joke to simply compete for fighting skills and want to leapfrog the challenge.

It is possible to cross one or two levels of challenge, but it is impossible to cross one level and directly challenge the opponent of the previous level.

The more Yang Teng thinks, the more heart-stirring he gets. There is no trick, no helper, face to face fight, this is the real battle!

No wonder the arena is so popular.

"Why, is it tempted?" Mad Mo Luo suddenly asked.

Yang Teng nodded slightly, "After watching the two battle skills, I think this kind of battle is very passionate, and it doesn't matter if I can fight with opponents of the same level heartily, even if I lose."

"Boy, you think too much. Not everyone is as lucky as Chen Yuqi who lost. Eight out of ten died in the arena, and the other two were abandoned." The madman Luo hehe smiled.

Yang Teng also smiled, "I am a kind hearted person. With pure fighting skills, I can let off my opponents and let them leave the arena alive."

"You are very confident." While watching the fighting skills, Mad Moluo chatted with Yang Teng. After all, he had watched the fighting skills countless times, and the so-called blood was cold.

"Old lunatic, if I want to participate in the individual fighting skills of the Yijinji group, how can I participate?" Yang Teng asked.

Mad Mo Luo was furious, "I say it again, call me Mad Mo Luo!"

"Well, old lunatic, then tell me what I need to do to participate in fighting skills."

Yang Teng was completely incapable of making Mad Mo Luo completely helpless. It was someone else who called him an old crazy man. Even the name Mad Mo Luo did not dare to call him. No one should call Lord Mo Luo respectfully, at least in person.

Mad Mo Luo himself was also very strange, this nasty boy called him an old lunatic, and he was also very angry, but he never thought of destroying this unopened Dongzhou boy.

Forget it, just call what he likes.

Mad Mo Luo said: "If you want to get a place for fighting skills, not everyone can get it."

Yang Teng expressed his understanding of this. The arena only conducts ten fighting skills every year, and each one conducts eighteen games.

Among the 18 games, nine were individual fighting skills, and only 18 people participated in it. In the end of the year, only 180 people participated in individual fighting skills.

Not counting the monks from all over Xizhou, even the monks in Moluo City, I don't know how many people want to try their skills in the arena. Divided into the group of Yijin period, the number of people dropped by two-thirds.

It must be difficult to get this place to participate in fighting skills.

Mad Mo Luo changed his words, with a triumphant smile on his face, "But for me Mad Mo Luo, it's a trivial matter. As long as you are willing to participate in the fighting skills, the next fighting skills are guaranteed to let you play."

Yang Teng believed in Mad Moluo's words, this old thing had a great status in Moluo City, and it was easy to do this little thing.

"Let's talk about it, what price I need to pay." Yang Teng also knew that Mad Mo Luo would not help him in vain.

Even a piece of tattered animal skin was sold to him 500,000 bottles of Gathering Pill, which shows how greedy and cruel the old thing like Mad Mo Luo is.

"It mainly depends on your strength. If you can't even win the first game, it's a fart! What value can one win or lose?" Mad Mo Luo said: "I can help you operate everything, and the first three games It serves you for free, and can even help you arrange some weaker opponents so that you can smoothly advance to the fourth game."

Yang Teng knew that this old thing had huge energy, but he didn't expect that he could actually manipulate fighting skills.

This is a big secret.

"Starting from the fourth game, your winning reward is half of mine." Mad Mo Luo said unhurriedly.

"Old madman, you are too dark! I worked hard in the arena, and I got half of the Spirit Gathering Pill! That was my life in exchange, so you are not afraid of getting your hands?" Yang Teng looked at Mad Mo Luo angrily .

"On this condition, it's up to you to answer or not." Mad Mo Luo smiled.

"Forget it, when I didn't say, think of other ways to earn some spirit gathering pills, every time I come to the arena to feel the atmosphere, see the excitement, and if there is free money, bet and gamble. Others." Yang Teng immediately decided not to participate in fighting skills.

The smile on Mad Moluo's face suddenly solidified. What's wrong with this kid? Negotiations are just bargaining. He is good, and he doesn't give a bargaining opportunity at all.

Mad Mo Luo also got a temper, "Okay, then let's settle, just watch the fight. I don't believe it anymore. If I say Mad Mo Luo, you kid never want to step into the arena fighting skills in your life. Watch the battle for a lifetime!"

Well, these two are getting better.

The first round of individual fighting skills is over, followed by group fighting skills, which also start from the strong bone stage group with low cultivation base, then the tendon-changing stage, and finally the marrow-cutting stage.

Yang Teng focused all his attention on watching fighting skills.

Group fighting skills are clearly stipulated, and the number of people in each group shall not exceed ten, and there is no limit to it.

Of course, no group will have less than ten people, and it is a limit on the number of people.

Dozens or hundreds of people play against each other, and one less person can’t tell what will happen. Ten people against ten, the effect of one less person is too obvious.

Therefore, these three battle skills are full battle skills.

Group fighting skills are more cruel.

The same is the one-quarter hour limit. As long as the opponent's six people are killed and the opponent can continue to fight with fewer than five people, it will be considered a victory.

Of course, the rules allow the opponent to be wiped out within the specified time.

Under such rules, the cruelty and appreciation of group fighting skills are far more exciting than individual fighting skills.

It can be said that when the two sides came up, there was no temptation at all, and everyone displayed the strongest attack, screaming and killing each other.

The swords were lifted up and down and flew up and down, screaming accompanied by blood splashing.

When the three group battles ended, it was called a tragic one. Naturally, there was no need to say more about the failure.

The winning side is also uncomfortable. No team can keep ten people standing and leaving from start to finish. Winning is also a miserable victory.

After watching three group fighting skills, another round of individual fighting skills follows.

Yang Teng had some feelings.

Individual fighting skills can't be said to win, but this group fighting skills, he really has some ideas. If he finds the guys trained in Sunset Valley, he is completely hopeful of winning ten games in a row.

He watched every group battle carefully and found that even though these teams had undergone some training, they also cooperated with each other.

But compared with the guys in Sunset Valley, it was vulnerable.

Yang Teng even dared to guarantee that his own people would win ten victories without dying.

This is not arrogance, but Yang Teng's trust in his own people. The source of this trust is arduous training and confidence in the assault formation.

Yang Teng still pays great attention to personal combat skills in the Yijin period once again.

He didn't completely give up participating in personal fighting skills, but was patiently competing with Mad Mo Luo, he couldn't pay half of the profit in a word, risking life and death, and only got half of the income, Yang Teng would not do it.

It's still early for the next fight, Yang Teng is patient enough.

Mad Moluo's eyes fell on Yang Teng from time to time. He was a little confused. This Dongzhou cultivator was so steadfast at his young age. He appeared to be more like an old fox with many years of experience. He shouldn't.

Mad Mo Luo decided to test it out, "Well, my old man suffers a little loss, so I will reduce it by 10%."

Yang Teng pretended not to hear clearly, "What did you say, old madman? Would you like to reduce my income by 10%? You are not always confused, right."

"I mean let you 60%, I only need 40%." Mad Mo Luo said angrily.

"Don't do it! I will give you 10% at most as hard work, otherwise it will not be discussed!" Yang Teng said firmly.

"Fart! This is absolutely impossible!" Mad Mo Luo was furious on the spot.