"Ling Longji, admit defeat. You are definitely not my opponent now."

On the fighting stage, Ao Shijing twisted his neck twice, making a cracking sound like a shattering soybeans, and grinned.

"There are twelve days left before the World Fighting Competition. During these twelve days, you may be able to reach the 249th floor and you can still get a place in the World Fighting Competition. There is no need to show off."

Ling Longji looked gloomy and lowered his head without saying a word.

"well!"

Ao Shi sighed helplessly: "Don't do this, just admit defeat. I don't want to attack a injured person."

Ling Longji still said nothing.

A hint of anger flashed in Ao Shi's eyes and shouted, "I counted down dozens of numbers. If I don't admit defeat, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Ao Shi was shocked, you are too shameless. You came to challenge him even though you knew that Ling Longji was seriously injured and had not recovered. Are you not sure what your strength is? So what if you go to the World Championship? Are you looking for abuse?"

"Yes, Ao Shixin, I feel like I have a person like you on the 249th floor."

"But I have to admit that this guy is thicker than us and does something we want to do but can't do!"

Ao Shi's face changed and he suddenly looked at the VIP seat not far away. An old man, a young man in a wheelchair, and a thin, but extremely tall middle-aged man.

Ao Shi showed a fierce look in his eyes and glared at the three of them viciously: "Shut up! Just you three mischievous things, are you qualified to talk about me?"

"you……"

Three people were angry.

"Player Ao Shi was shocked, please don't communicate with the people in the audience!"

"The audience in the audience also hopes that you will not influence the contestants, otherwise the arena will force you out!"

The referee stood up and scolded with a solemn expression.

"cut!"

The three of them snorted, but didn't say anything more.

On the seat, Lin Fan swept over the three of them, and was very strong. Through his perception, he could tell that the three of them were the best among the ninth-level fighters, from the 249th floor of the arena.

It seems that I have a bad relationship with Ao Shijing.

"If you want to fight, just fight. There is not so much nonsense, hurry up!"

Ao Jin next to him looked unhappy: "I spent 200,000 yuan to see you for a joke!"

"Yes, start!"

The audience immediately echoed with deafening sounds.

"Ao Shi was shocked."

Ling Longji suddenly looked up, staring at his opponent with his eyes curled up, and his expression was cold: "Although those three guys have a bad mouth, it's not unreasonable. So what if you defeat me today and become the 210th floor owner? Ten days later, someone will still challenge you. Even if you go to the World Fighting Competition, let alone you, even if you are a Pengbo, it will be difficult to get into one hundred. There is the world of the Nine-level Extreme Fighter!"

Ao Shi looked cold and sneered: "I can't go and see for a long time? Ling Longji, you seem to be in charge of it a bit too much!"

Ling Longji smiled and turned to look at the referee: "I will admit defeat in this challenge, and announce it."

The referee was surprised, nodded, strode to the center of the Battlefield and announced loudly.

"Because the contestant Ling Longji took the initiative to admit defeat, the winner was Ao Shijing! Ao Shijing became the new owner of the 210th floor of the arena!"

Wow!

The 100,000 viewers in the audience were suddenly in an uproar and extremely angry.

"Damn! I spent 10,000 yuan like this?"

"Don't you really know how to make money in the arena!"

“Md, waste your feelings!”

Amid the shouts and scolding of countless audiences, Ling Longji turned around and couldn't help coughing a few times. A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and endless hatred appeared in his eyes.

...

In the audience, Lin Fan was confused and admitted defeat. He didn't he? Wouldn't he lose 10 million to Aojin for nothing?

Cat...what are your luck?

"Haha, Brother Lin, you are still too young."

Ao Jin's laughter came from beside him, and he shook the gold and silver card and special bettor in his hand with great smugness.

Lin Fan was speechless and directly transferred 10 million gold to Aojin.

As for the bet device, before the referee announced the start of the competition, Aojin placed a full 100 million yuan in it and made a fortune.

"Go away."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes and stood up and left.

Although he was depressed, he was not strong. The money was not earned by the arena. The loser was Ao Jin, just 10 million. The remaining 40 million were basically obtained without any effort. Instead, he was a little sad.

But when I think of the assets in the Aojin gold and silver card, Lin Fan's qi and blood were a little uncomfortable.

Two hundred and three hundred and six hundred billion... It’s really rich!

"Let's go, brother invites you to dinner."

Aojin grinned and walked out with Lin Fan's shoulder.

After dinner, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening.

Lin Fan lay on the bed, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Brooke.

Brooke replied soon.

"elder brother?"

Lin Fan was slightly stunned and couldn't help but pat his head. He was so busy these days that he didn't tell Brooke about his newly purchased mobile phone number, and he didn't want to disturb Brooke.

After all, Brooke is just an ordinary person, so the relationship between the two is as low as possible and people know it well.

Lin Fan hopes that Brooke can be a normal person safely, marry and have children, and live a happy life.

After all, his "enemy" is too terrifying!

People in another world, no, are God!

"Well, it's me, why haven't I been sleeping yet so late?"

"Brother, you finally contacted me! Hehe, studying things, mechanics is such a wonderful profession. Recently, I have found something very magical in the library every day!"

"What a magical thing?"

"Yeah! Actually, the mechanic did not initially make a part of a machine. The mechanic was not called a mechanic a long time ago, but an alchemist!"

"Alchemists can carve magic patterns on their bodies. The magic patterns can communicate the cosmic energy between heaven and earth and exert extremely powerful abilities. The most important thing is that the alchemists can create various magical items, such as weapons, armor... In the end, for some reason, a fault appeared, which evolved into the current mechanic."

"The art patterns seem to have not been passed down. Only some extremely powerful mechanics understand them, but they are all relatively low-level and far inferior to fighters. However, there are still ways to refine weapons, armor, and other magical items."

"Especially, I have seen armor in books. There is a thing called "Saint Armor" in the legend, which is extremely powerful. After wearing it, it not only gives people strong attack power and defense power, but also communicates with the so-called "constellation" and obtains the ability to "constellation". Even if ordinary people wear it, they are stronger than level nine fighters!"

"Communicate with the constellation and obtain the constellation? Ordinary people are better than level 9 fighters?"

Lin Fan was shocked, how could this be possible!

The gap between a level nine fighter and an ordinary person can be said to be far apart, and ten thousand ordinary people cannot compete with a level nine fighter.

That so-called "Saint Armor" can make ordinary people so terrible?
Chapter completed!