Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

The warrior who fought against the monk was also a master of the Yellow Realm, and was quite handsome. Compared with the Shaolin monk, this warrior was too thin.

When dealing with the Shaolin monk's Vajra Fist, the young warrior mainly tried to dodge, but a closer look revealed that every step he took was ahead of the monk's, and he accurately predicted his moves.

Xiao Shenyi stared at the two intersecting figures on the stage and narrowed his eyes.

Pei Yu was much more relaxed and never stopped eating and drinking.

Pei Yu had just picked up a piece of preserved fruit when Xiao Shenyi snatched it back.

Xiao Shenyi took out the plate of preserved fruits and said, "You have a race after noon. These preserved fruits taken from the ice cellar are cold. What if you get an upset stomach?"

Pei Yu heard the worry in Xiao Shenyi's tone, and handed all the cold food in front of him to Xiao Shenyi, then smiled and looked at him.

Quite obedient.

Xiao Shenyi muttered to himself and moved his gaze to the stage, feeling that he might lose this bet.

Pei Yu also noticed the change in the situation and asked, "Do you want to regret it?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Xiao Shenyi sneered, then stared at Pei Yu's face and said: "Change it."

Pei Yu was amused by Xiao Shenyi's calm expression and nodded while trying not to laugh.

Although Shaolin monks have already reached the Yellow Realm and learned the Vajra Fist, their advantage lies in the power of their punches that hit the flesh.

The warrior who was fighting with him seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he was retreating step by step, all of him was observing his opponent's words and expressions.

The game ends when you have mastered every move.

The victorious warrior reached out his hand to the Shaolin monk who was kneeling on the ground and pulled him up.

With his victory, the competition came to an end.

Pei Yu smiled and said, "Congratulations to Ah Yi for making a successful bet."

Xiao Shenyi also laughed: "Your Majesty, are you insulting me or praising me?"

Pei Yu: "As long as the result is correct, that's good."

"Then, thank you very much for showing mercy, Your Highness." Xiao Shenyi stood up from his seat and stretched his muscles.

Then, Xiao Shenyi suddenly turned around to face Pei Yu, moved in front of him, lowered his head quickly and kissed Pei Yu's lips.

Xiao Shenyi stood up, pursed his lips and said: "I will take the reward myself."

"Good luck in the game." Pei Yu curled the corners of his lips.

The blood color on his lips was obvious from the moment they were touched and separated.

Xiao Shenyi nodded lightly, waved his hand and walked towards the stage.

It is a rare thing for Princess Yongning of Anguo, now the Princess of Pingle, to participate in this warrior competition.

After Xiao Shenyi stepped onto the stage, the eyes that fell on him were chaotic and hot.

In the entire martial arts arena, there were countless people waiting to see Xiao Shenyi's performance.

"This fluctuation of internal force is not just from the Yellow Realm... This is a warrior from the Profound Realm?" Someone exclaimed.

"An Guo really raised such an outstanding princess."

"Princess Yongning has only just come of age this year."

"What a talent!"

Pei Yu stared at Xiao Shenyi's figure on the stage, with a gleam in his eyes.

Xiao Shenyi held the sword in one hand and looked at the person opposite him with his chin slightly raised.

The male warrior on the opposite side smiled bitterly and said, "You are in the Xuan realm, and I am only in the Huang realm. Is there any need for a competition?"

In the Huangxuan Ditian realm above the ninth rank, every realm can be said to be "a slight mistake will lead to a huge loss".

"Can you lose more gracefully?" Xiao Shenyi thought about his words, and his words of comfort were very pale.

The male warrior was also silent, but finally he mustered up his morale and said, "Come on!"

Xiao Shenyi pressed down the long sword with his wrist, his eyes gleaming coldly: "Thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the spot like an arrow.

Before the male warrior could react, the scabbard of Xiao Shenyi's sword was already against his throat.

The male warrior had no doubt that if it was a life-and-death duel, the sword would have only cut his throat.

The male warrior's mouth twitched: "...What about the promise of yielding?"

He didn't even have time to move.

Xiao Shenyi said innocently: "You didn't take the chance."

Male warrior: "..."

After Xiao Shenyi won, he jumped off the stage and walked towards Pei Yu with a bright smile between his eyebrows.

"how?"

Xiao Shenyi waved the sword in his hand and wagged his tail happily at Pei Yu.

Pei Yu motioned for him to bend down, and then used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Xiao Shenyi's temples.

As their breaths blended together, Pei Yu cheered enthusiastically, "Ayi is awesome."

"It's a pity that it's not him." Xiao Shenyi said in a low voice.

The warriors whose identities were questionable on the list were all roughly marked.

Although the identity of the warrior that Xiao Shenyi had just fought was questionable on the list, he should have nothing to do with the assassination, or at least had nothing to do with the assassination of Pei Yu.

Pei Yuze had already thought about this result: "I haven't competed yet, they won't be exposed easily."

Xiao Shenyi thought of something and snorted coldly: "They all think you are a sickly person. They probably think that sending a ninth-grade warrior is enough."

It’s just a pity that those people are destined to be disappointed.

After noon, the competition continued on the stage.

Prince Pingle was dressed in a long robe, looking like a banished immortal, with weariness evident between his brows and eyes.

The warrior who fought against Pei Yu was a wandering wanderer. Seeing Pei Yu looking so sick, his eyes were full of contempt.

"There are so many useless people in the royal family. In order to make up the numbers, they even brought in a sickly person?! Hahahahaha..."

The man spoke sarcastically and laughed loudly towards the sky.

Xiao Shenyi frowned and clenched one of his hands.

Pei Yu said calmly: "I have seen many low-class gangs before, but this is the first time I have fought against low-class people."

The man stopped laughing, stared at Pei Yu and shouted: "You are looking for death! Do you know who I am? I am the third in command of the Five Lakes Gang in Hanyun Continent."

Pei Yu said slowly: "The Wuhu Gang has only one leader."

"How do you know?" The man was stunned, then cursed: "Who cares about whether I am the gang leader or not? It is your honor to fight with a sickly person like you today! If you roll away in disgrace, I can still consider not letting you, a sickly person, be beaten half to death."

"How does he talk like that?" Xiao Dongzi in the audience asked angrily.

Xiao Shenyi bit the preserved fruit and said, "He did it on purpose."

Xiao Dongzi was stunned: "Huh?"

"He's here, deliberately making Pei Yu angry."

Pei Yu, the seventh prince of Tiandu City, was known for his sinister and irritable temperament. If he was angered like this, it would be easy for him to attack in a rage.

The warrior who was shouting in front of Pei Yu wanted to let the person behind the scenes under the ring know what Pei Yu's current level is.

"Hey, you..."

Pei Yu raised his palm slightly and pressed it down gently. The warrior who was still shouting suddenly turned red in the face, as if an invisible big hand pinched his throat and he couldn't breathe.

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows and said: "Why are you silent? In this case..."

"Just roll away in disgrace."

Prince Pingle's cold voice spread with the wind.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the warrior opposite Pei Yu rolled off the stage like a ball.

No one knows how Pei Yu did it.