"That's not true. How can anyone reach the top like this? I even suspect that this guy was bribed by Master Xu in advance to scare others with his death, so that others would not dare to take action against Master Xu in the early stages of the Tianluo War."

"Then you are really imaginative. Why would he even risk his life?"

"This...I don't know."

The audience was obviously stunned by this sudden hand.

Some people thought that when the half-saint descendant came on stage, he would wreak havoc on the audience and massacre people; some people thought that the slut Xu Shao would fall into the sky and be surrounded by thousands of beasts...

However, such a result really exceeded everyone's expectations.

After much deliberation, it seemed that the only thing closest to the cause of Bikong's death was the first sound of surprise.

But……

"suicide?"

——It’s simply ridiculous, isn’t it?

…

"Under suspicion, passive value, +4151."

"Being guessed, passive value, +3348."

"Attracting attention, passive value, +6687."

The information column counts without any emotion.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dead body in front of him with its head turned away, and it was as if something came to light in his mind.

"This is a cruel world. We can have the principle of 'I will not offend others unless they offend me', but without the awareness of 'I will offend others if they offend me', death will be a matter of time."

He was just an innate... He half-closed his eyes, Xu Xiaoshou truly calmed down, and even his heartbeat returned to normal.

At this moment, he was in this arena, and he had the feeling of strolling in a leisurely garden. It seemed that this arena was like a private backyard, and that human life was like a piece of grass.

Weeds can grow.

But if it grows too much, just pull it out.

"Want to kill me?"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly raised his head, with a smile on his face, "Come on, whoever can really make me bleed, I will reward him with ten thousand spirit crystals! Whoever can kill my arm, I will reward him with hundreds of spirit crystals. Ten thousand!"

"hiss--"

There were shouts of exclamation from outside the stadium, and they were the sounds of being shocked and gasping for air.

"Is this Mr. Xu crazy?"

"What is he doing? Does he know what he is doing?"

"This is a gladiatorial arena!"

Yes.

This is the arena.

At any slight movement, the blade of the ice blade may disappear.

In this place, let alone scratching the skin, it is very possible to look back and be inexplicably looked down upon.

He was so nervous that he had the courage to offer a huge reward for a drop of his own blood or an arm.

"He's looking for death!"

The audience went crazy and wanted to rush onto the field to participate in this bounty battle.

But looking at the players in the arena, they were all very scared, cowering and not daring to step forward.

"Come on!"

"Are you afraid?"

"On weekdays, everyone is willing to give up this or that for the spiritual crystal, even their lives. Now that the opportunity is in front of you, why are you so cowardly?"

"Are you so frightened that the spiritual crystals can't arouse your fighting spirit? You're a bunch of cowards!"

The audience was yelling angrily.

However, no one knew that it was not that the people present did not want to move, but that almost half of the people in the North District were suppressed by the inexplicable aura of Mr. Xu's wanton attitude.

The North District seems to have an extra gravity field.

Some people were obviously not in front of Mr. Xu, but were still fighting with their opponents, but their movements were pulled by an inexplicable force and slowed down significantly.

Even the trajectory of a sword strike has become so traceable.

"momentum?"

Xu Xiaoshou was keenly aware of something, this was "swallowing mountains and rivers with anger"!

He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

These guys are too weak, right?

With just one sentence, can he completely restrict the actions of these beast-blooded guys with just their momentum?

But it was also at this time that he finally realized how big the gap between himself and his normal peers was.

Passive skills are basically invincible at the same level!

No chance!

"Xu, Mr. Xu..."

"Help!"

Xu Xiaoshou grinned on his own, destroying the momentum, and at the same time that he suppressed his mood again, several exclamations came from behind him.

As everyone trembled and regained their mobility, they all looked towards the source of the sound.

But they saw a young man in linen clothes running over from that place. He was holding a wooden sword in one hand and a saucer in the other. On top of the saucer, there was a steaming teapot and a golden tea cup.

This guy was moving around, rolling or crawling, his body and face were covered with blood from flying.

However, he managed to escape from the crowd of people who were chasing him from behind. He managed to maintain the balance of the saucer and rushed to Mr. Xu, breathing heavily.

"Why did you come in too?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

If Xiao Wanfeng is risking his life, how dare he mess around in this place?

"Brother Xiao Xin, it's Brother Xiao Xin..."

Xiao Wanfeng's face was filled with grievances, and he was full of bitterness and wanted to vomit without having time to breathe. But when the words of complaint came to his lips, he suddenly became serious and raised the saucer in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

"It is my duty to serve tea and pour water. How can I make Mr. Xu thirsty?"

Xu Xiaoshou:???

He held the tea cup in a daze, wanting to probe the boy's forehead to see if he had a fever, but his eyes were quickly attracted by a group of people chasing behind him.

These people were obviously pursued from another studio in the North District. As for the target, there was no doubt that it was Xiao Wanfeng.

"How did you escape?" Xu Xiaoshou was surprised.

This guy is not even a spiritual refiner, how can he move freely in this slaughterhouse?

"Perception" focuses on replaying scenes from other places at a moment's notice.

After Xiao Wanfeng entered the arena, he started his great escape as soon as the game started.

A large group of people were chasing him, but he was able to dodge them all with his body skills. There was something strange about his identity, and there was something real about the mystery.

——Rich in Taoist charm!

Xiao Wanfeng seemed to have used a soft sword to hold himself between the left ax and the right knife, like a dragon swimming in water, without getting wet.

"Good guy..."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood why this kid could brave the Pixiu Mountain without dying, and why he could grow so big after walking through dangerous terrain for so many years.

Of course he does not have a sword body, nor does he have the qualifications to refine spirits.

But his understanding of the way of swordsmanship is probably as he described it himself... Once you learn it, you really have learned it!

"The man and the sword become one..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt like he had caught a treasure.

He smiled and looked at the outsiders who did not dare to pursue them because of Young Master Xu's identity, then looked back at the cowards who had been frightened by someone's suicide before, and hatched a plan.

"Everyone."

In the midst of the chaos, Xu Xiaoshouxin held the teacup in his hand and took a sip, feeling as if he was calm and calm among thousands of troops.

He looked around, put down the tea cup, and then said to everyone: "What I said earlier also applies to this kid. One drop of blood, ten thousand spiritual crystals, one arm, one million spiritual crystals!"

Before Xiao Wanfeng could finish kicking him, he felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this.

There was no blood on his face in an instant, and he was as pale as paper, as if he wanted to hide all the precious blood worth millions in the deepest part of his body.

Immediately, the stuck head was raised mechanically, the pupils were trembling, and the eyes were raised high as if they were trying to suck out the soul of Mr. Xu on his head.
Chapter completed!