In the Shura battlefield.

Xiao Yi and the strong man successively submitted their identity tokens and registered as warriors on the Shura battlefield.

The strong man looked at Xiao Yi behind him. His cultivation was only the seventh level of the Dharma Realm. Naturally, he couldn't tell the depth of Xiao Yi. Just looking at his young appearance, the strong man frowned and said, "Little brother, every scene in the Shura battlefield is full of life and death. You are still young and have many opportunities in the future. There is no need to fight like this!"

Xiao Yi looked up at the strong man and asked, "What about you?"

For the Dharma Realm, you are still very young, and it is enough time to have a few more people. Why do you have to fight for the already ethereal glimmer of hope?"

"Uh..." The strong man was stunned and then smiled bitterly, "You won't understand if you are not a father!"

He turned around and said nothing more.

Looking at the wide back, Xiao Yi did not ask.

People, born and live in this world, have their own difficult and unscrupulous part.

If life is sunny.

Who wants to be blown by the rain and wind?

The two waited all the way.

After a moment.

Finally it was the strong man's turn. He looked back at Xiao Yi: "Little brother, I'll go in first, I wish you good luck!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Xiao Yi nodded at him.

The strong man tightened the small string of bronze bells in his hand.

The bell was strung by a red rope and made a crisp sound in his hands. Xiao Yi remembered that the bell was picked from his little daughter.

At this moment, the strong man tied the red rope to his wrist, took a deep breath, and stepped into the battlefield.

After a moment.

There were a series of earth-shaking noises coming from the battlefield: "Kill, kill him!"

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Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The dusty door opened again, and the strong man covered in blood walked back, with a bright red scar on his chest.

The strong man sat on the ground, pulled off his clothes and simply wrapped his wounds around him. He gasped, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. When he looked up, he saw a wine gourd flying towards him.

The strong man was stunned and caught the wine gourd.

Xiao Yi shook the other wine gourd in his hand at him: "Lingjiu, it will be effective for your injuries!"

“…, thank you!”

The strong man hesitated for a moment, took a few sips, gave Xiao Yi a thumbs up, and grinned, "Good wine!"

Xiao Yi shrugged.

The strong man said in a deep voice: "Be careful, kindness is the biggest weakness in the Shura battlefield. Don't show mercy when encountering any opponent! Otherwise, you have to be like me..." He pointed to the scars on his chest.

Xiao Yi nodded.

"It's your turn!"

The person in charge of Shura Battlefield came in and said.

"Be careful!"

The strong man's way.

Xiao Yi nodded and walked into the battlefield with a relaxed look on his face.

The opponent he faced was just Nirvana Realm. There was a purple birthmark on his left face, and his two rows of teeth were as sharp as jagged teeth. He was looking at Xiao Yi with a cold face: "A boy who is not dry, dares to come to the Shura battlefield to die before he even grows all his hair?"

Swish!                                                                                                                             �

It caused a burst of exclamations: "Good sword technique!"

"The Golden Snake Sword Technique is really exquisite. It seems that the kid is dead!"

"Boy, I advise you to surrender quickly, otherwise you will be dead when you wait!"

Everyone around shouted.

"Noisy!"

Xiao Yi responded impatiently and looked at the referee floating on the ring, "Start quickly!"

The referee frowned slightly and said, "Competition begins!"

The middle-aged man raised an index finger and shook it at Xiao Yi, and said confidently: "Boy, I'll let you three..."                                                                                                              �

Xiao Yi was already standing with his hands behind his back and walked down the arena.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud, with no breath! The Shura battlefield.

One side must be judged by its complete loss of combat effectiveness or death directly.

This middle-aged man has already failed.

"This, this..."                                                                                                                             

"Is this a win?"

Everyone was confused.

The referee was also full of surprise. After a moment, he came to his senses and looked at Xiao Yi's back with fear: "This, the winner of this game is Xiao Yi!"

"Fuck, this guy called Xiao Yi is amazing!"

"Did you see what happened just now?"

"Looking at the yarn, I just dug a booze and the battle ended..."                                                                                                                   �

The second game.

The third scene.

Game 4...                                                             �

They also left the backstage and appeared on the edge of the ring in front to watch the game on the spot.

after all.

At the beginning of the tenth game, the opponents they met were several levels stronger than before.

This is a hurdle! Once you pass the tenth straight win, the rewards you will receive will be extremely high.

The strong man looked excited: "As long as I win this game, I can earn enough money to treat Nannan."

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Come on! You can definitely do it!"

"Um!"

The strong man focused his head and clenched his fists, "I can definitely win ten consecutive games!"

Beside the two.

A cold young man who was licking his lips with a tongue like a snake letter, with a fork at the front, scarlet and slender, licking his lips sneered, "The first nine games were just a serious injury and unconscious, and he stopped taking action. I really don't know how you, a silly guy, persisted until the nine games of victory?

You want to win ten consecutive games like this?

So naive!”

“Who are you?

What do I have to do with you when I chat with them?"

Xiao Yi frowned and glanced at the young man.

The young man sneered sinisterly and said, "You are not qualified to know the name of this young master!"

At this moment...                                                             �

The strong man Ma Zhong bowed to Xiao Yi: "Little brother, I'm going!"

"Come on, Brother Ma!"

Xiao Yidao.

"Um!"

Ma Zhong jumped onto the ring.

But the cold young man let out a series of strange sneers: "Hehe, it's really a narrow road for enemies. I didn't expect it to be me and this stupid guy?

Hahaha, boy, you should think carefully about how to prepare a funeral for you, your friend!”

Swish!                                                             �

Ma Zhong bowed to him and said in a deep voice: "This brother, I'm dismissing Ma Zhong, my daughter is seriously ill. In order to cure her, I come to participate in the battle on the Shura battlefield.
To be continued...