Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

On the arena, Shi Yanghui counted the magical artifacts and talismans he was carrying for the last time. There were a lot of thick talismans, which were all made up one by one by the brothers in the club, which gave him a little courage.

"No. 270 No. [-], Shi Yanghui, where is it?"

He raised his hand: "Here it is!"

The man looked at him, threw the sign in his hand on the table behind him, ticked the book, and said, "Open the door."

The two workers opened the gate barrier, Shi Yanghui clenched the sword in his hand, and strode into the arena.

There was a tsunami outside the stadium.

The opponent was an ordinary young man with an indifferent expression. He was also a swordsman and dressed in ordinary clothes, as if he was no different from him.

Which casual repair is this?He looked at the man's face and tried to guess.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The drum beat three times on the field, announcing the official start of the competition.Shi Yanghui collected himself, pointed his sword at the sky, and the sword ignited a golden flame, burning quietly.

"This trick." Cang Doushan looked at it for a while, "It's not very good."

Weisheng asked, "How?"

"He should be using some kind of power-storing spell. The longer the power is stored, the more powerful it will be. This trick is more effective against people who believe in it and then strike hard..." Before he finished speaking, the young man walked out like a ghost, almost Approaching Shi Yanghui infinitely in the blink of an eye, Shi Yanghui yelled, swung his long sword, and the sword fire flew out in an arc.

Cang Doushan was a little surprised, this hand was played very well, at least in his time, it was extremely difficult to accumulate power and instant release simultaneously, and only monks above the two realms could do it.

Shi Yanghui shot three Explosive Talismans with his backhand, sparks flashed all over the sky, and the second move was full of swords. The sword energy was criss-crossed and intertwined to form a large net. There was a twist, and more than a hundred swords were shattered by the touch.

The man on the stage reported excitedly: "There are more than 17 people who have bet on No. 2000 monk so far, and the odds are already [-]! Who can win this life-and-death struggle? I believe everyone can see it! It’s all about getting rich in one fell swoop, the more you gamble, the more you earn!”

"Fuck! I hate his whole family!" The man next to Weisheng yelled, Weisheng was startled by him abruptly, and then moved away.More people started cursing the young man, cursing him to die early and the whole family to die.

Looking at the other party's blood-red eyes, Weisheng was terrified, and felt like a group of lunatics, and looking around, it was almost a group of lunatics.

"What are you looking at?"

"No, no."

Under the stage, Shi Yanghui often made strange moves, which indeed took advantage of the young people. He seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was weak in succession.The young man acted like a ghost, dodging left and right, seeming to be able to do a job with ease.

It's almost over.Cang Doushan made a judgment, but because of the lessons learned from the past, he would not say it until the last moment.

"Doosan, how did you fight before?"

Cang Doushan thought for a while: "I used to seldom do life-and-death fights. Most of them were to learn from my brothers and sisters. Just click and stop."

"Then if you face him, what are your chances of winning?"

Cang Doushan shook his head: "It's impossible to be sure. If it's the same realm, my winning rate is [-]-[-], but I'd rather fight with him at a higher realm."

Weisheng was taken aback: "Aren't you a bully?"

"Why did you bully?" Cang Doushan was confident, "Otherwise, what is the purpose of dividing the monk world into so many cultivation realms? Not only to guide the way, but also to protect low-level monks. If you have to fight, you have to pick a soft persimmon Pinching, isn't it?"

Weisheng was speechless, and held back for a long time: "What about me, how do you think I should fight?"

"Cultivate hard, ascend to the heaven-reaching realm, and be invincible in the world, who else would dare to trouble you."

It made sense, Weisheng turned his head to look at the audience.Shi Yanghui's disadvantages gradually became obvious, and it seemed that he was running out of strength.

"Admit defeat, all right?" said the young man.

Shi Yanghui really felt that his health was failing, and the talisman in his hand was almost used, but it would be too shameful to admit defeat at this time, and the brothers in the club almost pinned all their hopes on him.

"Stop talking nonsense, fight if you want!" Shi Yanghui roared, and flew over, overwhelming the sky with sword energy!

The young man rubbed against the ground and slid back easily, his eyes showing confusion.

The speed drops sharply, the heart beats fast, and the muscles of the body obviously emit signs of fatigue, but under the action of adrenaline, they can return to normal human strength in a short period of time. Why is this?

"Traveler, please make a quick decision to avoid the other party's acute myocardial infarction. Once the other party dies, according to the "Interstellar Traveler Laws and Regulations", the traveler will be punished as follows..." The traveler raised his index finger without waiting for Habo to finish reading. After playing, read in a low voice: "Weapon No. 341, activate."

The magnetic field gravitational slingshot was activated, and there was a sharp buzzing sound. Shi Yanghui's chest felt tight, and he rolled and flew out.Shi Yanghui's whole body was sore after being hit by the slingshot, and he couldn't get up after a long time of crawling.

The audience booed, and the members of the Wuxiang Society were stunned for a long time, then hurriedly rushed down to save people, and finally found that Shi Yanghui had nothing to do except that he was so weak that he couldn't get up.

The traveler quietly looked at the time limit of his weapon, and there were five hours, twenty minutes and 56 seconds left in the local time, which was enough for a day.

"One NO.17 wins!"

Cheers resounded throughout the world, and the traveler stretched his muscles, thinking: a group of ignorant creatures.

He walked towards the exit, and when he came to the exit, Habo suddenly reminded: "Reminder, there are people in the eighth row of row No. 17 of the left audience stand who continue to pay attention to the traveler. Please pay attention to whether it is because there is a flaw in the activation of the weapon that has attracted others' attention."

"The mimetic force field is turned on normally, and the confirmation is complete." The traveler temporarily interrupted the contact with Habo, and glanced in the direction Habo said.

The man was indeed looking at him.

expressionless.

He thought for a while, took a snapshot of that person's facial features, and saved it in the file. The name of the file... Let's name it Unknown for now.

The file was passed to Habo on the starry sky, and Habo quickly analyzed the age characteristics, intelligence level, basic physical condition, and sorted out everything that could be analyzed.This file is stored in a vast database, and after the traveler leaves this world, Habo will make a judgment and decide whether to shred it like garbage and throw it away.

The traveler walked into the dark exit, and the gaze disappeared, which to him was just a small thing in the long years.

At least for now.

"Doosan, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything." Cang Doushan withdrew his gaze, "Let's go, there's nothing to see."

Weisheng was embarrassed and didn't want to leave: "I bought all the tickets, so I'll see more."

Cang Doushan raised his eyebrows: "You want to go down and fight? Then watch another game."

The next match wasn't as lukewarm as Shi Yanghui's. The fight was earth-shattering and extremely bloody and violent. The loser was beaten to the bone and was carried down quickly.

Cang Doushan asked Weisheng: "Do you still want to go down and fight?"

"...I don't want to, I don't want to."

When Weisheng came out, he looked very sad.

"What a shame, go back and make more money, it's not as easy as fighting and killing."

"Then what am I practicing for?"

Cang Doushan knocked him down: "Cultivation is for fighting and killing? What do you think?" He changed his tone and said solemnly: "Remember, cultivation is not for being fierce and fierce, nor for being invincible in the world. The ultimate goal is to transcend the world and be free."

"This world is too bitter, so I can only save myself."

Wei Shengyan: "But at least I have to learn how to protect myself?"

Cang Doushan sighed helplessly: "Since you want to fight with others, why not sign up here, come here a few days a week, and fight with martial artists, it's the same."

"It's okay." Weisheng got excited and ran back quickly, and came back in a moment of despair: "It's so expensive."

Cang Doushan couldn't help laughing: "Otherwise, someone else will fight with you for free?" He pulled his arm, "Okay, we can still afford this little money, and it's over if we go back and withdraw the money."

Weisheng grinned: "The young master is the one who knows me."

"Just say something and go back quickly."

"Uh, wait, I want to buy something..."

"Why didn't you just buy it!"

Hu Xianju, Hu Liao just wove a basket out of rattan, but it was not finished, and the shape was distorted and ugly.He looked left and right, and felt that it was really ugly, so he simply set it on fire, and put his hand above the flame to warm it up.

Dry comfortably, and then weave baskets.

When the base of the basket was mostly woven, a voice came from the front hall: "Is anyone there? Where's the boss?"

Hu Liaoben thought about it and agreed, and suddenly felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he broke out in a cold sweat: this person is exactly the person he met in the Tangshui shop before!

How to do how to do?Hu thought for a moment, then remembered Hu Xiaopo, right!Wouldn't it be good to let him come forward?

He went through the window into the corridor, and walked into the mad woman's room. Hu Xiaopo was seriously writing on the small case table, and the mad woman was also sitting upright, writing on the sandbox with a branch, filling a whole book. The sandbox trembled, and the handwriting was smoothed and continued to write.

The crazy woman took the medicine for more than half a month, and she is not crazy. She can still wash her own clothes, but she often sits quietly and hardly contacts with other people, as if she is living in a world where only herself is left.

Hu Xiaopo began to teach her how to read and write, and made a sandbox for her to write, and she wrote a lot every day.

Hu Liao rushed over and grabbed Hu Xiaopo's shoulder: "Don't write yet, do me a favor, help me greet the guest in the front hall away!"

Hu Xiaopo didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

Hu stuttered for a while, then heard the man muttering in the front hall: "It's so strange, the door is open but no one is there, isn't this great calligrapher too proud?"

He lowered his voice: "I have diarrhea and I am going to the latrine, you greeted me, I will take you to barbecue in the afternoon, three kebabs, okay?"

Hu Xiaopo's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Okay, okay!" He put down the pen, and just got up and thought of a question, "What about my mother?"

"I'll take care of it for you after going to the latrine."

"Oh, good." Hu Xiaopo went away in peace, leaving Hu to stare at the crazy woman for a while, and the crazy woman lowered her head and continued to write.

Hu Liao felt that it would be fine to leave for a while, so he stood up and went out, and returned to the yard through the window. Hu Xiaopo replied loudly in the front hall: "They went shopping in the street!"

"How could your parents let you stay at home alone? It's too careless."

Hu Xiaopo was stunned: "They are not my parents."

The man was surprised: "It's not your parents?"

Hu Xiaopo pondered for a while: "I have a mother, she doesn't like to see people, and two adoptive fathers, they are a couple."

The author has something to say:

For the story of the traveler, please refer to another book in my column "The Bright Moon Is Back in the Year". Starting from Chapter 6, the traveler is Wang Xinghui.The story about the traveler was originally planned to be my third book, but it was extremely difficult to write when I saved the manuscript, so I was forced to abandon the long-form plan and rewrite it as a short story (the worst failure in my writing career) orz

If you feel very inconsistent... Sorry, travelers don't play a lot in this article.

The branch relationship is about to start.