The Profound Sky Continent was a world where the strong reigned supreme. Compared to some seemingly indiscernible kneeling, perhaps fists were more useful.
Although the Desert College had strict rules, the iron rule of martial strength was still present in every corner of the college.
And this Desert College's arena was the place that best reflected this iron rule.
The winner would take away the wager. And the loser would not only lose the wager, they would also be severely punished by the college.
The arena not only provided a place for martial disciples to fight, but it also taught martial artists what it meant to be the winner and the loser, what it meant to be the king of the strong!
A masked youth dressed in white with a rusty longsword on his back walked quickly to the arena's registration area.
"Realm?"
Sitting in the arena's registration area was a bare-chested old man with white hair and a white beard.
Seeing Ye Fanchen's arrival, he was still casually lying on the recliner. He didn't even look at Ye Fanchen as he waved his fan and asked.
"My realm is the peak of the Dust Step Middle Stage." Ye Fanchen said. "Peak of the Dust Step Middle Stage, not bad, little kid!" The old man scratched his armpits and said, "What's the wager?"
Little kid?
A person who looked a few hundred years old actually called him a little kid? His age wasn't even a fraction of Ye Fanchen's.
"Rank 2 Demon Core." Ye Fanchen didn't have the experience to think about this, so his words didn't have a trace of emotion.
When he heard the words' Rank 2 Demon Core ', the old man flipped over and sat up from the recliner, his eyes shining.
This old man was very skinny, and the number of ribs on his chest could be seen clearly. Logically speaking, an old man who was this skinny was either terminally ill or on the verge of death. However, this A White-bearded Old Man was full of energy and vigor.
"Rank 2 Demon Core? Come, little kid, take it out for me to see. "A White-bearded Old Man was like a money grubber who saw a treasury as he smiled and said to Ye Fanchen.
Ye Fanchen took out the Rank 2 Demon Core from his spatial ring and handed it to A White-bearded Old Man.
"Three Dragon Beast Demon Core! Not bad, not bad. What's your name? " A White-bearded Old Man smiled and nodded. He then asked, "In order to prevent revenge after the arena, masks and fake names are allowed in the arena. Of course, he could choose not to use it. But since you're wearing a mask, you probably don't want to expose your identity, so you should think of a fake name. "
"Name?" Ye Fanchen hesitated for a moment before a name appeared in his mind. "Just call me Qingyun!"
Qing Yun, rather than a pseudonym, was Ye Fanchen's real name. This was a name that had accompanied him for ten thousand years, and he didn't really want to abandon it.
A White-bearded Old Man was startled by his casual words.
Qingyun?
Qingyun Xian Zun?
"Brat, you're amazing! A White-bearded Old Man quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Let's go in! The Demon Core will be used as a bet with me. I'll arrange for your battle, and the odds are 1: 1. "
"Okay!" Ye Fanchen didn't say anything else and directly walked into the Desert College's arena.
After Ye Fanchen walked far away, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out from behind the registration area.
This man was Deacon Shi, Shi Hongtu, who had appeared in the accounting room yesterday.
"Vice President, why are you still working as an errand boy in the arena?"
Shi Hongtu didn't have the dignity he had yesterday. He looked at A White-bearded Old Man with eyes full of respect.
"To feel the vitality of the martial disciples in the college," A White-bearded Old Man stood up and stretched. He didn't have the arrogance of a vice president that everyone imagined him to have.
"This little guy is very interesting. Qingyun Xian Zun? That supreme existence from ten thousand years ago, no one dared to name him Qingyun. This little guy actually dares to call himself Qingyun. He must be a proud and arrogant person, "Shi Hongtu guessed as he looked at Ye Fanchen's back and chuckled.
A: Fu Fu Fu (#)
"Yes! This kind of martial disciple has a bright future. At least he has a dream. "The white-bearded old man nodded in agreement.
"These martial disciples are not only energetic, but also very vicious. Just a few days ago, there was a martial disciple who had a conflict with a disciple of the Song family. He even killed the son of the Song family's steward. The Song family is cruel. If it wasn't for me, that martial disciple would have died! "
Shi Hongtu laughed and used a teasing tone to mention Ye Fanchen's matter.
"I've heard about it." A White-bearded Old Man nodded at this time.
Now that the conflict between Ye Fanchen and the Song family had become so big, it had also attracted the attention of the school's higher-ups.
The young master of the Ye family killing Song Hua was completely within the school's rules. The school would not punish him.
However, Song Hua's identity was extremely sensitive. Now that Song Hua was dead, the Song family was constantly pressuring the school.
"This matter, the fault lies with the Song family." A White-bearded Old Man said with an emotionless tone, "The Song family can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand in Northern Liang City. These disciples of the Song family are all very rude and unreasonable. We have to find a chance to knock some sense into the Song family. Otherwise, they will really become lawless. "
Knock some sense into them. In fact, A White-bearded Old Man could only knock some sense into them. The Song family's strength was terrifying now. Even he was powerless.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go see how strong that Qing Yun is. Let's see if he is as dazzling as his name."
The white bearded old man returned to his original kind and unruly appearance. He smiled as if the conversation before didn't happen.
… …
The Desert College's arena was the largest building other than the martial arts field. Other than the huge stage in the center, there were also spectator seats that could hold tens of thousands of people.
In the spectator seats, thousands of martial disciples were scattered. They were either chatting or resting with their eyes closed.
A White-bearded Old Man and the black robed middle aged man casually found an empty seat and sat down. They looked at the huge stage in the center of the arena.
A loud and clear voice resounded throughout the entire arena in the next moment.
"Next is the battle between the peak of the Step Dust Realm middle stage. This time, the arena master is Xuan Bing!!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a refined man in white clothes and white shoes leaped onto the arena. He opened his paper fan and revealed a refined demeanor. There was a feminine beauty in his refined demeanor.
What followed was the screams of all the young men and women in the spectator seats.
"Xuan Bing!"
"Xuan Bing!"
"Xuan Bing!"
When the handsome man called Xuan Bing heard the cheers, he smiled and bowed to the spectator seats.
Xuan Bing was the undefeated general of the arena. Ever since he appeared on the stage, he had never lost a single battle. His handsome appearance and fierce attacks were worshipped by the crowd.
One had to admit that Xuan Bing was very handsome. He couldn't even be described as handsome. He should be called delicate.
His face was like a peach petal and his eyes were like autumn waves. If Xuan Bing wasn't wearing men's clothes, no one would think that he was a man.
"The challenger is a new face. His name is Qing Yun!" The reporter used spirit energy to spread his voice to every corner of the arena.
However, this time, his words caused the crowd to look at him with disdain.
It wasn't disdain for the reporter, but disdain for the guy called Qing Yun.
"Qing Yun? Qingyun Xian Zun? This guy is so arrogant? He actually dares to call himself Qing Yun. "
"Why didn't he add an immortal sovereign and just call himself Qingyun Xian Zun?"
"Xuan Bing! Beat up this guy called Qing Yun and let him know that there's always someone stronger! There's always someone stronger! "
Everyone in the spectator seats didn't like this guy called Qing Yun. They either sneered or mocked him.
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