The geniuses who were sent here to train, the best achievements made by the Yi family are also the best, and the font size of the sky has never appeared.

"You must not embarrass the grandfather and the others." Yi Chen's face flashed with determination and said in a deep voice.

They didn't stay in this place for too long. After sending Yi Chen in, the five people who opened the city gate and sent Yi Chen into the dead camp, they left a few reminders and then left.

The place was very cautious, Yi Chen could sense the peeping gaze coming from all over the world, but he ignored it and was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

Fighting, fighting can be seen everywhere in the huge city. From time to time, prisoners in armor were carried away, and most of the living prisoners were injured.

"Haha, I finally defeated you, I finally got 15,000!"

A middle-aged man with blood was holding a font size and laughing wildly. His opponent was trampled by him and he was dying.

“It’s so crazy.”

Such a scene continued to happen, Yi Chen was stunned and felt a creepy feeling. No wonder the prisoners who survived in this environment became cold-blooded killing machines.

After coming to this world, Yi Chen had seen many dead people, but he had no discomfort, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

"I like the strong, I like it." A fierce look flashed in my eyes, Yi Chen's face gradually became indifferent, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

"Old guy, hand over your brand." At this time, a fierce voice came from a distance, attracting Yi Chen's attention.

Turning his head and looking over there, Yi Chen found a middle-aged prisoner who was punching and kicking an elderly prisoner, and he even scolded him from time to time.

Through the scolding of the middle-aged prisoner, Yi Chen knew that the old man was 19998, while the middle-aged man was 19999. This was a normal challenge, but Yi Chen frowned.

He sensed slightly and found that there was no fluctuation of soul power on the old man, while the middle-aged man had a high-level Yang Soul Realm cultivation level.

"Old bastard, I think you will be fine or not." The middle-aged man kept punching and kicking.

"Little guy, when I was circulating in the Longyuan Continent, you didn't come out of your mother's womb." Beating by the middle-aged man, the old man looked calm and looked up at the middle-aged man.

"Is it him?" The moment the old man raised his head, shock flashed across Yi Chen's face. If Yi Chen remembered correctly, he had met the old man before!

"Cao! Your old bastard has his cultivation level been destroyed, why are you still arrogant? Do you think you are the first demon clerk of Yuan Xuan?" Seeing the old man's appearance clearly, the middle-aged man's face turned cold, laughed loudly, and then stepped on the old man.

The idle prisoners around were attracted by the laughter of middle-aged people and surrounded them. However, they did not help, but instead watched with their fingers and made mocking laughs from time to time.

"Since you don't want to hand over, then go and die!"

His face became ferocious, and the middle-aged man was wrapped in a soul force with his right hand, and he punched the old man's head. No one around came forward to help, but his eyes showed excitement.

"Hu." Just as the middle-aged man's deathly punch was about to hit the old man's head, a stone whistled with the sound of breaking through the air, hitting the middle-aged man's hand, and he pushed it out with a huge force.

The sudden change made everyone present stunned. Then they turned their heads to look at the source of the stone. They immediately saw a young man in a black long gown standing there with indifferent face that was inconsistent with his age.

It was Yi Chen who took action. When he saw him, everyone was stunned because the former was too young.

"Little devil, do you want to die?" I found that the only one who attacked him was a little devil, and the middle-aged man's face was even more ferocious.

"Put your stinky mouth, otherwise you will make you die ugly." Yi Chen shrugged and said a word full of indifference.

This sentence did not achieve any effect, and the onlookers burst into laughter, with disdain in their laughter.

"A child with a bigger fart, still called me?" The middle-aged man pointed at Yi Chen with disdain on his face and laughed wildly.

But the next second he couldn't laugh, and Yi Chen's body suddenly trembled, disappeared from the spot with the afterimage, and appeared in front of him the next second.

"Haga."

Yi Chen was extremely fast, and he reached out and grabbed it forward, and suddenly broke it hard. As a result, a sharp sound of fracture was heard, the middle-aged man's index finger was broken by Yi Chen.

"Peng." At the same time, Yi Chen suddenly lifted his feet and kicked the middle-aged man in the abdomen, kicking him out directly and falling on the ground in the distance.

He could no longer laugh, and he let out a tragic howling like a pig slaughtering sound in his mouth.

"Ruch!" The laughter on the field stopped abruptly. The onlookers widened their eyes and looked at Yi Chen with disbelief. At the same time, this sentence sounded in their hearts.

"Aren't you very arrogant just now? Let me show me another arrogant one." A hint of cruelty curled up at the corner of your mouth, Yi Chen strode to the middle-aged man and kicked him away with another kick.

"What do you want? That's a normal challenge for me. Do you want to violate the rules of the dead camp?" The middle-aged man's arrogant arrogance disappeared when he dealt with the old man, and he looked at Yi Chen with a panic look.

He didn't expect that although the other party was young, his cultivation was not inferior to him, and he was completely unable to fight back.

There is a rule in the Dead Camp: No one can interfere in any normal challenge, otherwise he will be punished.

"You are 19999, and I am 20,000. It seems that I have not violated the rules." Yi Chen shrugged lightly and said.

"If you want to get my font size, it depends on whether you have the ability." When you struggle here, the middle-aged man is not the kind of soft persimmon, and he shouts with a hideous face.

"Swish." A coldness curled up at the corner of his mouth, Yi Chen's body trembled and disappeared from the spot, and the next second appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and punched him in the head.

"Peng." The middle-aged man didn't react at all. He was directly hit by Yi Chen with a punch. His strong body flew backwards like a puppet, and fell heavily in the distance, leaving no sound.

Instant kill, in no doubt! The Changren didn't react at all, because the battle ended too quickly.

This is Yi Chen's first time killing someone, but he doesn't feel anything. In this place where the strong prey on the weak, pity is the most valuable thing.

Taking a step expressionlessly, Yi Chen came to the middle-aged man, took his font size, and at the same time to tear off the font size on his body and threw it on the middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!