The two ladies welcomed Ning Fan through the door. As soon as they entered, they saw two rows of people, young and old, kneeling on both sides of the door. They were saying things like 'Thank you for saving our Saintess Chu Lie' and 'I can't repay your kindness'.
These people were also wearing shackles.
Ning Fan's expression was calm, but he felt a little awkward inside. He was not the true benefactor of Chu Lie. On the contrary, he still had the blood debt of Chu Lie's disciple, Pi Xiong, and even captured Saintess Chu Lie as his soul slave. He really did not deserve these people's respect.
Once again, he flicked his sleeves and lifted everyone up. "I don't like it when people kneel to me. Please don't do this in the future."
"Understood, understood." Everyone, young and old, nodded in agreement.
An elderly man who was standing at the front asked. "Lord Duo Lan and Commander Luo are having a discussion in the main hall. They ordered us to treat Lord Ning well and not to neglect him. We have already arranged a courtyard for Lord Ning and tidied up the pill room, meditation room and study room. We also bought some new things. Lord Ning, why don't you go and have a look first? If you are not satisfied, I will immediately send someone to rearrange it … "
"There's no need to trouble yourself. I can live in any kind of place." Ning Fan's eyes glanced at their shabby clothes.
This place was called the Forty-Seventh Prison. All of them were wearing shackles. Most of them were probably prisoners. However, everyone's bloodline presence had a trace of kinship with Doran, whether close or distant...
"Lord Duo Lan ordered me to tell Lord Ning that you can do as you please here. As for the matter of Chu Lie's bloodline, Lord Ning need not worry about it. You just need to prepare for the second round of the mausoleum seizing competition." The elderly man said again.
Ning Fan nodded. It seemed like Duo Lan could solve the problem here. He did not need to worry about it anymore.
The sky was already dark. The elderly man then sent someone to bring Ning Fan and Old Wu to their residence. The furnishings in the room were not luxurious, but one could tell that the owner had put in a lot of effort. Many of the furnishings were newly added.
The two ladies who welcomed Ning Fan into the sect stayed behind to serve him.
The two girls stood beside the screen, feeling a little uneasy. From time to time, their eyes would glance at Elder Wu who had an evil expression on his face, as if they were afraid of him. However, when they were facing Ning Fans, they were very natural and not afraid of him. Sometimes, they would even blush because of his gaze.
This made Old Man Wu feel extremely aggrieved. He had always prided himself on being handsome and elegant. However, these little girls did not know how to appreciate his looks at all. They only liked to see Ning Fan's gentle and weak appearance. Sigh … The taste of little girls nowadays is really bad …
"Are you saying bad things about me again?" Ning Fan gave Old Wu a deep look. Old Wu shuddered and thought to himself, Could it be that this fiend can actually read my mind? Just as he was about to defend himself, Ning Fan spoke again.
"I've said that there will be punishment for what happened during the day. Are you mentally prepared?"
"Done … done well. Little Eight is willing to accept all the punishments. I only ask master not to sell Little Eight. Don't let Little Eight use his beauty to serve people." Old Wu Eight actually didn't forget the joke of the slave market.
Puchi.
The two girls who were serving Old Wu Eight at the side laughed, causing Old Wu Eight to glare angrily at them. The two girls were so scared that their faces turned pale.
Facing Old Wu Eight like this, Ning Fan really didn't know whether to hit or scold him. His knuckles knocked on the table, thinking of a way to properly punish Old Wu Eight. Unfortunately, he didn't have any experience in this aspect. He really couldn't think of a good punishment in a short period of time.
The meaning of punishment was to let Old Wu Eight have a long memory. However, this guy was obviously the kind of person who could fall into a pit ten times and fall again … In that case, what was the use of punishment?
But if he didn't punish this guy, he would probably continue to be arrogant to the heavens. Therefore, he had to be warned …
After a long time, Ning Fan finally made a decision and said to Old Wu Eight. "I'll punish you to inquire about the Innate Soul Nourishing Spiritual Medicine. How about it?"
He really couldn't think of a way to punish this guy. Ning Fan might as well make use of Old Wu Eight's specialty …
"Just inquire about information? This punishment is really too light. Master must be reluctant to punish Little Eight. Sure enough, Master's heart is soft, warm and benevolent. Yes … "
"Of course, it's not as simple as just inquiring about information. If there's a spiritual medicine that you can get, you must get it according to the situation!"
"This … This is a little difficult. Even though Innate Realm spiritual medicines are not rare to us, they aren't cabbages that can be found anywhere. If it's just to inquire about information, Little Eight can still put in some effort. However, if it's to get my hands on it, then …"
Old Wu Eight's face was filled with bitterness. Ever since Ning Fan saved him, his heart had actually changed a little. He had made up his mind that he would no longer refuse Ning Fan's request in the future. No matter what, he must repay Ning Fan's kindness for saving his life. However, because of this incident, Old Wu Eight had a shadow in his heart towards the idiots of the Great Humble Clan. He was afraid that the next idiot he would meet would be an incomparably powerful Quasi-Saint expert. As a result, he became a little hesitant and did not dare to act recklessly in the Great Humble Clan with his bad luck anymore.
"Don't worry. I'm just asking you to get it with normal means. After all, Innate Realm spiritual medicines are still valuable. At worst, we'll just have to make a deal. If you have enough things on you, you can use them to exchange for it. If not, you can come to me. I'll think of a way."
"If it's just a normal deal, Little Eight is willing to share Master's worries!"
"Mm. You should go and rest too."
"Understood. Little Eight will leave immediately. I won't disturb Master's good time!"
Old Wu Eight glanced at Ning Fan and the two girls with a warm expression. Then, he chuckled and left.
Ning Fan had heard of this kind of teasing many times. Thus, he naturally did not mind it. However, the two girls were a little shy. Their faces had already turned red.
They were sent here to be ordinary maids. It did not include serving under the bed … How could that ugly old man say that about them? Sure enough, one should look at a person's face first. That old man with the surname Wu doesn't look like a good person at first glance.
Old Wu Eight, who did not know that the two girls were criticizing him, sneezed in the corridor and felt very puzzled.
"It's getting late. I wonder if Lord Ning has the habit of bathing? If you do, we'll go and boil some water for you." After Old Wu Eight left, the two girls became more natural and asked Ning Fan respectfully.
Bathing … Cough cough cough …
Ning Fan was really embarrassed to say it. Ever since he started cultivating, he often did not bathe for dozens of years. After all, his body would be incomparably clean when he used his magic power. He had long let go of many of the habits he had when he was a mortal.
He would meditate for several months or even years at a time. If you still have the habit of bathing, then do you still want to cultivate this Dao …
However, people like him still retained many of the habits of mortals. Thus, Ning Fan could only tell himself in his heart that when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
"Alright. But let's boil the water later. I have some questions to ask you two. First, how do I address you two and what's your relationship with Miss Duo Lan?"
"My name is Chun Jun. She is Cheng Ying. We and the other prisoners here are the blood relatives of the previous Chu Lie Emperor within three generations. We can be considered as the real clansmen of Saintess Duo Lan." One of the girls who was slightly older answered.
"I see."
Ning Fan nodded his head. These people are really related to Duo Lan. They can't be judged as ordinary disciples of Chu Lie Emperor anymore.
At the same time, Ning Fan was also interested in the names of the two girls. Be it Chun Jun or Cheng Ying, they seemed to be the names of famous ancient swords. Such sharp names were actually given to the girls. It was rather unique.
"The two of you are named after ancient swords but you don't seem to have practiced the Dao of Sword before?"
"Milord, you may not know this, but the one who named us was our uncle, who was the previous Chu Lie Emperor. He was the one who was crazy about swords, not us. We are good at herding sheep and growing herbs, but we can't practice swords. In my Great Desolate Country, not everyone needs to cultivate. My uncle, the previous Chu Lie Emperor, also taught us this: If you don't mean it, don't cultivate the Dao. Therefore, most of the sinners who live in this place don't have high cultivation bases. In fact, Commander Luo Shi is the only expert who is stronger than She Kong. However, it's also because our cultivation bases aren't high that we are able to keep our lives … "
If you don't mean it, don't cultivate the Dao …
Ning Fan muttered to himself. He just felt that his thoughts were strangely similar to the previous Chu Lie Emperor. Cultivation is not such a wonderful thing. It's really better to live an ordinary life. If it wasn't because he had too many strong enemies and had no choice but to increase his cultivation base, Ning Fan was really willing to spend his life in the mountains and rivers instead of living such a bloody life.
It's just that he doesn't have a choice …
"Tell me, what kind of place is this forty-seventh prison? Why are all of you wearing shackles like prisoners?" Ning Fan asked again.
The two girls were a little surprised. "Lord, you don't know? Well, it's no wonder. Lord is an external cultivator. It's not strange that you don't know. According to the rules of my Great Desolate Country, if an Immortal Emperor commits a serious crime, his clan members will be implicated. However, only three generations of the Immortal Emperors will be implicated and they won't be executed. Instead, they will keep their lives and serve as slaves to atone for their crimes. Because of what happened to the previous Chu Lie Emperor, we are now slaves that can't be sold. We are living in the prison of Liuli City and we can only work for the city. When we finish our sentences, we can get rid of our slave status and live in Liuli City as ordinary people. Commander Luo Shi and a few of his clansmen were the first to finish their sentences while we are still a few days away. That's why we are still dressed as prisoners. In fact, it's not bad at all. It's the Spirit Sect who interfered … Ah! "
When the girl called Cheng Ying was about to answer, Chun Jun suddenly covered her mouth and gave her a look. Lord Duo Lan has ordered us not to tell Lord Ning Fan about this matter!
If we don't tell him, will Ning Fan not know?
He who knew the Mind Reading Technique had already seen through the troubles that Chu Lie's disciples encountered from the two girls' minds. He frowned slightly.
The Spirit Sect seems to be the branch that shameless Daoist Master Bai Lu mentioned before. It's a branch that can be used to sell their wives for glory …
From the two girls' point of view, Duo Lan had handled this matter smoothly so far. Forget it. Since Duo Lan did not allow him to ask about it, he will not ask about it.
After asking the two girls some more questions, Ning Fan asked them to boil water.
Then, he dismissed the two girls and took a bath like a mortal that he had not had for tens of years …
On the second day, Ning Fan did not see Duo Lan's figure. It seemed like he had gone out to handle some matters. As for Old Wu, he went out to inquire about the Innate Soul Nourishing Spiritual Medicine.
Ning Fan did not wander around Liu Li City. Instead, he stayed in his house and meditated. He continued to organize the insights he had obtained in Hundred Flowers Peak. Putting aside the Ancient Devil Destruction Dao, he gradually gained some insights. However, it was still difficult for him to gain any insights about Samsara.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye. On the fourth day, Ning Fan informed Chun Jun and Cheng Ying of his arrival and went out. At noon, the Blood Martial Ranking Battle began!
The ranking battle, as the name suggested, was to determine the top one hundred experts. The top one hundred experts could become the guest elders of the Blood Martial Arena and enjoy the treatment of a guest elder. Naturally, the higher one's rank was, the better the treatment would be.
In addition, there were generous rewards for every ranking tournament. Hence, the previous ranking tournaments were always held with a large number of applicants. However, the number of people who could come to the number one arena was limited.
The tickets for the ranking tournament were sold at sky-high prices by the Blood Martial Arena. Even the cheapest seats cost two hundred thousand stone coins. Two hundred thousand stone coins were equivalent to two hundred thousand Medicine Soul Stones …
There was also a place where one could exchange Medicine Soul Stones for stone coins. Of course, Ning Fan did not need to exchange for the tickets. He was here to participate in the battle.
When the time came, Ning Fan had already arrived at the first arena of the Blood Martial Arena. Ning Fan was the same as the other participants. Before entering the arena, he would stay in his own resting room. He was also required to wear a mask and a special battle robe before he could enter the arena. It was to conceal his identity.
All the participants were given a mask. Some were in the shape of animals, some were in the shape of ghosts and gods. Ning Fan even saw some masks with bull horns that were exactly the same as Xianyu Chun's.
Ning Fan also received a mask. It was a Fire Fox Mask.
After observing it from a close distance, Ning Fan realized that these masks were extremely heaven-defying in concealing one's qi. Even though it was not as good as his Innate Ghost Face, it was not far from it. However, these masks seemed to have a limited number of uses. They could only be used for four to five times. It was not something that could last forever.
When he thought about it, it was not surprising. There were more than one thousand participants in today's ranking battle. How could they give out the real good items to each of them?
"Everyone, you must abide by the rules of my Blood Martial Arena. Once you participate in the battle, you will no longer have your previous identity. You will be a warrior. Even if you lose your life, you won't be held responsible for it! There are three great restrictions in this arena. No one is allowed to violate them. Those who violate will be killed without mercy! First, you are not allowed to reveal your identity in this arena during the battle! Second, you are not allowed to identify others during the battle! Third, you are not allowed to attack the Judge Envoy! "
Before entering the arena, all the participants heard this message. Ning Fan was no exception.
In the resting room before the battle, there were tens of battle robes and armors. All of them were custom-made for the Blood Martial Arena. Ning Fan could choose one of them to wear. However, he was not allowed to wear his own clothes.
There were types of armors that Ning Fan had never seen before. There were also the Four Heavens Battle Robes that he was used to seeing.
The fox mask that Ning Fan received was fiery red. Thus, he conveniently chose a fiery red battle armor to wear. It was not a full-body armor. There were only a few pieces of armor that were used for decoration. Its defensive power was also pitifully weak. It was really just for decoration.
Of course, this was for the sake of fairness. If the defensive power of the armor given by the Blood Martial Arena was too high, it would probably affect the outcome of the battle. This was not allowed.
Interestingly, the moment Ning Fan put on the armor, the mask seemed to have some kind of connection with the armor. Then, a restriction was triggered between the two of them, sending Ning Fan a message through telepathy.
It turned out that even though the masks were similar, the armors were all unique. Different masks and different armors would give the contestants different code names. In the Blood Martial Arena, Ning Fan's name was meaningless. Only the code name given by the armor would be known by the spectators!
"Remember your code name – Fox of Slaughter!"
Fox of Slaughter … Ning Fan was wearing a fox mask but his code name was Fox of Slaughter. It seemed a little inauspicious. Of course, Ning Fan would not care about such a trivial matter.
Moreover, as soon as he entered the arena, he noticed that there were many people with inauspicious names.
For example, there was a person wearing a ghost mask but his code name was Ghost Slayer.
Another person was wearing an emperor's mask but his code name was Emperor Tu …
Hmm?
Ning Fan did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the contestant called Emperor Tu seemed to be looking at him from the crowd. His eyes were unpredictable and cold, giving Ning Fan a sense of danger.
That coldness was not malicious. It was just that he had been through the sea of blood for a long time. Therefore, he became a little cold and heartless. Ning Fan had never seen such a deep demonic gaze in his life. Even he felt a little apprehensive! Inwardly, he thought, This Blood Martial Ranking Battle is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. It's really not easy to get that innate spiritual herb as a reward. I also need to be careful about this Emperor Tu …
Fine, I'll give it a try!
The person who presided over this battle was an old man in red robes. His cultivation base was at the Early Thought Fragmentation Realm. In the Blood Martial Arena, he was called the Judge.
The Judge was not allowed to be attacked. The reason why this rule was added was because there was once a person who killed all the other contestants with his own strength. In the end, he was not satisfied and even killed the Judge as well. All of a sudden, the Blood Martial Arena was infuriated. The Blood Martial Arena wanted to kill that person but that person still managed to leave the arena alive.
Time passed bit by bit. Gradually, almost all the contestants had put on their masks and battle armors and entered the arena. There were only a few people who did not come. Some of them were late and some of them had given up.
The old Judge looked at the time and closed the door that led to the resting room. The entrance to the arena had officially ended. Cheers and roars immediately resounded above the arena.
Gradually, the cheers became the same and only a single word was left.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The audience did not care who would get the first place. What they wanted to see was a massacre and blood splattered everywhere!
Of course, there were also people who came to gamble. They bet on the first place, the top ten or the top one hundred of the ranking battle. They could also use the bets to entertain themselves.
"It seems like everyone can't wait any longer. In that case, I won't waste any more time. The process of the ranking battle is the same every time. There are one thousand one hundred and forty-two people who have registered for this battle and there are one thousand and sixty-six people who have actually arrived. In this case, a total of five hundred and thirty-three Life and Death Arenas will be needed …"
As soon as the old Judge finished speaking, he clapped his hands. Immediately, a rumbling sound came from the ground of the arena. Then, five hundred and thirty-three cylindrical stone platforms rose from the ground like a machine.
Each of the cylindrical stone platforms was ten feet wide. Life and death would be decided on those ten feet.
There was also a huge stone screen that was as smooth as a mirror that rose from the ground. On that screen, there were thousands of names. The names at the top were basically the winners of the previous or previous ranking battles. The names at the bottom were arranged randomly. Basically, they were people who had never obtained a ranking before. As everyone's battle results increased, the ranking would continue to change.
Every participant would be given an identity card before the battle. This identity card was used to enter the arena and also to participate in the battle.
At the beginning of the competition, it would be carried out in the form of continuous arena battles. First, there would be a duel in pairs. In this round, there was no need to determine life and death. The five hundred and thirty-three Life and Death Arenas were all numbered. The participant's identity card would show the number on that Life and Death Arena. The opponent would be random. The requirement was that the winner must be determined within thirty minutes. Otherwise, both parties would be recorded as one loss.
If there was a winner, the winner would be recorded as one win, and the loser would be recorded as one loss.
If the Life and Death Arena required ten breaths of time to appear and the contestant was still not on the Life and Death Arena, the contestant would also be recorded as one loss.
This kind of random duel would continue. During this period, if the contestant lost ten matches, they would be disqualified. If they died, they would also be disqualified.
The elimination would continue until there were less than one hundred participants left. The duel would then end.
After that, it would be the most exciting and chaotic battle to determine the final ranking of the top one hundred.
Not everyone in the top one hundred would be able to survive until the end … If one wanted to obtain the Innate Soul Nourishing Spiritual Medicine, the Night Spirit Ganoderma, they would need to obtain the first place.
"The ranking battle begins now!"
As soon as the voice of the Judge fell, the identity cards hanging on each participant's waist suddenly flashed with words.
The number on Ning Fan's identity card was 117. As soon as the number appeared, Ning Fan appeared on the corresponding Life and Death Arena with a few leaps.
His opponent also appeared after him. It was a muscular man wearing a boar mask. Even his battle clothes could not hide the fat on his body.
This person had an ugly appearance and his cultivation base was also not strong. He was only at the Late True Crossing Realm!
Seeing that his opponent was not strong, Ning Fan scanned the other places with his spirit sense. Soon, he found Xianyu Chun on the 74th Life and Death Arena.
Xianyu Chun's code name was Nao Niu. Although Nao Niu was dull, it could carry a heavy load and travel a thousand miles. It was a very suitable name for him.
"Hehe. How dare you look around while fighting me, the Pig Emperor? You're really courting death!"
The muscular man smiled and flicked his sleeve. Tens of magical treasures with strong spiritual light shot towards Ning Fan at the same time. Among them, there was no lack of magical treasures that were at the Fifth Nirvana Realm or above.
Even an Early Void Shedding Realm expert would be flustered if he used his full strength. This person probably wanted to end the battle quickly and get rid of Ning Fan as soon as possible. However, he did not expect Ning Fan to keep all of his magical treasures with just a flick of his sleeve. Then, he threw out a punch. The muscular man could not even see the shadow of Ning Fan's fist clearly. He felt all the bones in his body shatter and he was sent flying out of the arena while spurting out blood.
The Pig Emperor, 0 wins and 1 loss!
The Killing Fox, 1 wins and 0 loss!
* Hiss *
Some of the spectators on the stage immediately noticed the instant kill on the Life and Death Arena. To be able to defeat a Late True Crossing Realm expert in such a short time, the contestant called the Killing Fox was very strong!
However, when the spectators found out that the Killing Fox did not kill the Pig Emperor, they were instantly dissatisfied.
What they wanted to see was blood. They wanted to see a massacre! It would be fine if the Killing Fox only managed to injure the Pig Emperor. However, the Killing Fox clearly had the strength to kill the Pig Emperor in a single strike. Yet, he showed mercy to the Pig Emperor.
Unfortunately, what did their dissatisfaction have to do with Ning Fan?
He was here to fight for the Night Lingzhi. He was not here to be a monkey for others to watch. Even though this place was the Life and Death Arena, there was no enmity between them. Everything depended on whether the Pig Emperor could be killed or not. Even if he spared the Pig Emperor's life, there was no need for others to say anything about it!
"Noisy!"
Ning Fan's shout was filled with demonic nature. His overwhelming baleful qi instantly shocked many of the spectators who were scolding him, causing them to break out in cold sweat. None of them dared to say another word.
Of course, most of them did not pay attention to Ning Fan's Life and Death Arena at all. Instead, they were looking at other places.
"The 97th Life and Death Arena is the battle between Copper Sparrow Immortal and Ape Disciple. That Ape Disciple isn't weak. He was ranked forty-ninth in the previous ranking battle. Unfortunately, his opponent is Copper Sparrow Immortal who was ranked first in the previous ranking battle. Hehe. His luck is really bad!"
"The 280th Life and Death Arena, Sword Corpse! This person was ranked fourth in the previous ranking battle many years ago. Due to some reasons, he had disappeared for a long time. But now, he has appeared again in this ranking battle! Now that he has returned, I'm afraid he is going to compete with Copper Sparrow Immortal for the first place! "
"These two people are nothing. I heard that the Pagoda Bearing Mage of the Heavenly Water Division has personally come to participate in the ranking battle for the Night Lingzhi. That's a half-step Immortal Venerable. I wonder which one of them is the Pagoda Bearing Mage. I don't see the Xuanling Tower, which is the symbol of the Pagoda Bearing Mage. I think that the Pagoda Bearing Mage is trying to hide his identity …"
"I heard that the Tomb Guardian of the Holy Mountain is also here to participate in the competition …"
There were too many people who were paying attention to the 533 battles at the same time. Moreover, Ning Fan had never revealed his name before. Therefore, even if some people noticed him, only a few of them would notice him.
He had already ended his battles and simply stood on the Life and Death Arena to watch the battles of the others. Many of the battles ended in an instant. Some of them even used lethal attacks. Naturally, there were also some who were on par with each other. They were risking their lives, trying to determine the winner within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. However, most of the time, both of them were heavily injured …
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, a total of 402 battles had ended in the Life and Death Arenas, and the other arenas had all ended in a draw, with each arena having 1 loss.
After only one round, more than 30 people had lost their lives, and more than 100 people were so heavily injured that they could no longer fight. In this way, there were only 905 people left who could fight.
Then, the ranking for the second round of the life-and-death battle appeared. Ning Fan's number was 392.
With a few leaps, Ning Fan appeared on the corresponding Life and Death Stage. His opponent was a peak Crossing True Realm expert. Needless to say, he sent him flying with a single punch.
Another instant kill!
Fox of Life, 2-0.
By the time the second round ended, Ning Fan's battle record was already in the top three hundred. There were not many people who could win two matches in a row.
In the third round, his opponent was at the middle stage of Void Renhuang, and he won again!
Fourth round, fifth round, sixth round …
The battle record of the Fox of Killing Life kept rising. In this place, there were very few people who could make him feel troubled. After ten rounds, he already had a record of 10 wins and 0 losses. His ranking had also risen to the 55th place.
It finally attracted some people's attention.
"Killing Fox? I've never heard of him. Is this your first time participating? "
"This person won ten matches in a row, and all of them were instant kills! Could it be that he's the dark horse of this ranking battle?! "
After ten rounds, there were only slightly more than four hundred people who could still fight.
The eleventh round, the twelfth round, the thirteenth round … the twentieth round.
Ning Fan still had a winning streak that was close to instant kills. Even a peak Shedding Void Realm expert could not withstand a single punch of his Ancient Devil Destruction. His battle record had actually reached the ninth place!
There were eight other people who also had a winning streak. Those eight people had also noticed Ning Fan!
The strange thing was that Ning Fan who gave them a sense of danger in the beginning, Tu Huang, did not have a winning streak. 19 wins and 1 loss. His only loss was to Copper Sparrow Immortal who was ranked first in the previous ranking battle.
"Copper Sparrow Immortal is at the Late Thought Fragmentation Realm. Did that Tu Huang lose on purpose or did he lose on purpose …?"
The battles continued until the twenty-ninth round. Finally, there were only one hundred people left in this place, no more and no less.
Ning Fan's battle record was still at the ninth place. He had maintained a winning streak. However, the people in front of him also had a winning streak. Even so, the name of the Fox of Killing Life had gained a lot of fanatical supporters.
Even though Ning Fan had yet to kill a single person, his style of killing opponents in an instant still made many people feel refreshed.
Xianyu Chun was ranked seventy-fifth with 22 wins and 7 losses.
As for Tu Huang … he was ranked seventy-fifth with 21 wins and 8 losses. Every time he lost, he lost to an expert who was ranked in the top eight. Many people thought that he was just unlucky.
Moreover, Ning Fan had a feeling that Tu Huang's eyes kept glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally.
The feeling that made him shudder was definitely not an illusion! It was impossible for this person to be so weak that he would lose all the matches. However, if he did it on purpose, why would he do it …?
"You've met Supreme Ox Ghost, haven't you?"
Suddenly, a voice transmitted into Ning Fan's ears. It was Tu Huang who had spoken to him!
"Supreme Ox Ghost. What's that?" Ning Fan's eyes turned cold and asked in reply. Inwardly, he was guessing if this Supreme Ox Ghost was the Quasi-Sage with the surname Niu from the Southern Medicine Temple.
"Hehe. Interesting …"
When Tu Huang saw that Ning Fan did not seem to be confused or forget about Supreme Ox Ghost, his eyes flashed and he stopped talking to Ning Fan.
Inwardly, he thought to himself, This external cultivator is indeed quite impressive. He can even ignore the five finger illusions that have spread across the entire Great Inferno Mountain. His talent in the Dao of Illusion is truly astonishing. After all, even some Immortal Emperors do not have the ability to remember the five great supreme beings …
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