The fall of the Red Gang"s criminals immediately aroused the discontent of everyone in the gang, "Even Hong Qingyang was able to show off his might, what"s wrong with this world? Huang Taibei, aren"t you too useless?""He"s already used his spiritual power. What can I do?" Huang Taibei was aggrieved, he didn"t dare to do that, it was too dangerous. Even though he was in jail, he couldn"t risk his life to cause a ruckus.
"Humph, I don"t believe it!" Just then, another prisoner from Red Gang stepped onto the stage, he shouted directly: "Hong Qingyang, you are very arrogant, come come come come, let me see your ability!"
There were only three hundred plus people here, and they were all together all day long. It was clear who was who even with their eyes closed.
Hong Qingyang was still bragging to others about his bravery, but many people in the Purple Cloth Gang did not approve of his fighting style. Exhausting so much spirit energy was equivalent to someone eating a.r.s.enic with their own eyes.
Just at that moment, he heard someone call him out, and was about to go up the stage, but was stopped by another person: "Hong Qingyang, you have already won a round, take a break, let me do it!"
Hong Qingyang saw that this person was his own friend. Feng Qianqian, who had also received Shen Longxuan"s gift, patted his shoulder with a look of "I understand".
"Haha, White Tiger, don"t be too arrogant. If you want to fight, then I"ll accompany you. But, don"t cry!" Feng Qianqian flew up the arena full of confidence.
This time, everyone had noticed that even though Feng Qianqian"s body was also at the bottom of the list, he still had a victorious expression on his face. What was going on?
"Hmph, since your skin is tight, I"ll help you loosen it up!"
Without another word, the white tiger rolled up its sleeves and ran up. This person was called the white tiger, but in reality, his battle spirit was just a white tiger. Not only was he extremely powerful, he was also extremely agile.
So just with this of the eighth stage battle spirit, he gained quite a bit of fame in the outside world, but because of this he offended a large clan and ended up in prison.
However, in this prison without any spiritual energy, the battle spirit s were not that important. However, the White Tiger had a secret method to fuse the battle spirit with its body, thereby increasing the strength of the body.
His physique was strong to begin with. Like a giant tiger pouncing over, a violent gale swept over before he could even arrive. His palms formed claws as they clawed at Feng Qianqian"s chest and face.
According to his thinking, under this attack, Feng Qianqian would definitely be defeated. After that, he would challenge Hong Qingyang to a fight.
Thinking to that point, his body sped up even more. As he absent-mindedly thought that, the image of a white tiger howled behind him.
"If Feng Qianqian still has his cultivation, the White Tiger is definitely not his match. He is just like his name; it"s hard to fathom his true strength!"
"You"re right, but how can there be any spirit energy right now? No one would be foolish enough to use their spirit energy like Hong Qingyang. It"s simply courting death."
The prisoners in the prison were all famous figures before they entered, so they all had their own names. After entering the prison, they would use these names as their names.
At that moment, Feng Qianqian saw the White Tiger"s ferocious momentum, so he spun around and cleverly dodged the attack. Who knew that before he could counterattack, he would see the White Tiger"s leg whip sweep at him.
The kick howled like a steel whip. Although it did not have the support of spirit energy, even if it was the Sixth Stage of Martial King Stage"s martial cultivator s who took it, they would not be able to escape.
Just when everyone thought that Feng Qianqian would lose, he suddenly fell to the ground like a pile of mud, barely dodging the attack.
"This... This is Feng Qianqian"s Myriad Manifestation Art! "
Along with the person"s shout, the pile of mud suddenly turned into Feng Qianqian. He lay on the ground and spun his body. Like a whirlwind, he kicked out his feet and slashed towards the back of the white tiger like a pair of scissors.
When they saw Hong Qingyang using his spirit energy, they could only laugh at his idiocy. Feng Qianqian followed in his footsteps, and even used his Martial Arts, they cried out in alarm.
Madman!
The people of Purple Cloth Gang were crazy, all of them were fighting with their lives on the line, how were they going to fight?
Feng Wan"s feet landed solidly on the white tiger"s back, and with a "peng" sound, he kicked the white tiger to steal its feces.
The white tiger rushed forward at a rapid pace. As it fell, it directly created a distance of over a hundred feet, leaving behind a deep ditch in the arena.
When he stood up, everyone discovered that his face had been skinned. He was currently in an extremely sorry state. He turned around and was about to say something fierce, but he didn"t expect to be knocked onto the ground again.
"White tiger, didn"t anyone tell you not to talk too much in a fight?"
Seeing Feng Qianqian step forward, the white tiger could only roll on the ground. After standing up, it immediately retreated several dozen feet away. "Feng Qianqian, you are despicable!"
"How am I despicable? If you have the ability, you can also use spiritual energy!"
"You …" The white tiger was so aggrieved that it was about to die. With a furious roar, a group of dark green lights burst out from behind it. A huge, majestic white tiger stood in the air.
"I would like to see how much Spiritual Energy you have to squander!" The White Tiger battle spirit turned into a white light and entered the White Tiger"s body.
At this moment, his aura suddenly surged. This secret technique had directly doubled his strength. One could imagine how astonishing it would be if it was combined with his spiritual energy!
This time, the White Tiger"s speed was extremely fast. Like a streak of white light, it arrived in an instant, and sent out a White Tiger Heart!
Feng Qianqian"s expression was also solemn as he went all out to fight the white tiger. From time to time, he would use the Thousand Transformations Technique and the two of them would be inseparable.
Shen Longxuan, who was below the stage, watched intently, he had learned from the two"s battle. Although the strength of the two wasn"t strong, their control over their strength was definitely top-notch.
This gave him a deeper understanding of the battles between flesh and blood. Gradually, his mind fused with the battles, and even more so, his Sea of Consciousness began to demonstrate his special combat awareness.
He was immersed in the battle, but the battle continued. In the end, the white tiger was knocked down by Feng Qianqian, and it no longer had the strength to fight back.
These two fights were both victories for Purple Cloth Gang, so of course Red Gang would not lose face, so they challenged him one after another. They all had the same idea, that the persimmon should always have a soft spot!
Therefore, all the people who were given the pellets by Shen Longxuan were chosen. After watching the first two matches, all of them had smiles plastered on their faces.
They knew that the spring of Purple Cloth Gang was here, so as long as they were invited to battle, none of them would hesitate, not a single bit of fear from before.
The facts proved that these people were incomparably brave and fierce in battle. Under the dumbfounded gazes of everyone, they all looked at death as if it was death itself. They actually circulated their spirit energy to display a battle power that matched their cultivation level.
Complete victory!
In these dozens of battles, the people below the stage were already numb to it, they even suspected that the people of Purple Cloth Gang were trying to do something extremely shocking, if not, how could these dozens of people not care about life and death, could it be because of these hundreds of thousands of points?
When they came to the black jailer to exchange for points, the black jailer did not care about these fights at all. He knew, as long as there was a win or loss, he would earn money.
As a result, no matter if it was the Red Gang, or the Purple Cloth Gang, they were all tools for him to get rich. After hearing the person"s description, he immediately sent the jailer to find treasures.
After a short while, the jailer returned. Although these people were hidden in secret places, after being told the detailed address, with the help of teleport array and the jailer who were very familiar with the place, it did not delay them at all.
"Mm, not bad this time, 30,000 points!"