Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

Lei Laohu is very angry.

He squeezed the handle of the yellow nanmu chair under him directly, and the beard automatically moved without wind, and his eyes widened like brass bells.

He stood up, let out an angry hum, and motioned to the Instructor placed underneath to rescue Qian Houzi.

Qian Houzi Damn it.

But, at this moment, one cannot die above the fist.

Because now the entire martial battleground knows that Qian Houzi represents him Lei Laohu and Fang Zhou represents Master Zhao.

If Qian Houzi was beaten to death by Fang Zhou in the boxing, it would be his Lei Laohu who was lost!

So, even if Qian Houzi died, he couldn't die in the ring.

"Oh! You have such a big temper!"

"Is this disregarding the rules of our martial battleground?! You are not going to Sect Lord in your eyes?"

As soon as Lei Laohu made a move, Master Zhao's eccentric voice sounded. He slowly stood up, with a cigarette stick in his mouth, "click", the smoke was like aloes Sag.

In the box, many Heavenly Class Instructors did not speak or intervene. This is a contradiction between Lei Laohu and Master Zhao, and there is no benefit in mixing them.

After all, it is not yet in place.

The chubby Instructor Guan Dayuan pursed his mouth: "I lost another ten thousand taels..."

This sound rang, and many Instructors in the box made the sound. With the sound of heart-ache inhaling air-conditioning, why did they faint and call Guan Dayuan this poisonous milk!

Of course, the most distressed at the moment should be Lei Laohu, who made a bet of one hundred thousand taels, and went short!

"One-Eyed Zhao, I was planted this time. Don't be proud. Sect Lord Pei offended those foreign race guests in the city. You will not be happy for long."

Lei Laohu coldly said.

Master Zhao smoking a cigarette, hehe smiled: "Anyway, I am happy now, one hundred thousand taels and one hundred thousand taels..."

"In addition, you intervened in the fight, I have to give an explanation. Otherwise, I’ll go to Sect Lord, and you won’t have any reason."

"Even if you Lei Laohu is from Sect Lord Ling, if you break the rules, Sect Lord Pei will kill you. Sect Lord Ling said nothing."

Master Zhao's conversation gradually became cold and severe.

Lei Laohu, who walked to the door of the box, had several points of ugly expression, because Master Zhao was telling the truth.

Took a deep breath, after the chest rises and falls, it sinks again.

"Ten thousand, buy Qian Houzi for one life."

Lei Laohu said gloomily.

After speaking, Lei Laohu walked out of the box.

Master Zhao is smoking a cigarette, narrowing his eyes into a crescent moon.

In fact, he also placed Instructor on the side of the ring, just as Lei Laohu didn't want Qian Houzi to die in the ring, he didn't want Fang Zhou to die in the ring.

After all, they represent their faces.

If Fang Zhou is going to be killed by Qian Houzi, he will also be rescued.

However, Fang Zhou won, which saved him a lot of things.

Walking out of the box, holding a cigarette stick, leaning against the railing, Master Zhao looked at the ring fringed lantern under the light, and looked towards Fang Zhou on the second floor, slightly nodded.

Master Zhao is in a trance.

How frivolous a young man is, how arrogant the sky is.

Interesting little fellow.

……

……

Qian Houzi was defeated and did not even resist the intermission.

He was directly pulled down by Lei Laohu's people, and Fang Zhou tore his nose. He punched the wound in the nose with a fist. It was painful and Qian Houzi was not far from death.

Underneath, the audience gamblers are cheering wildly. This Yellow Class boxing is more enjoyable than they thought!

Fang Zhou panting like a dragon, his fists still trembling slightly, his bloody nose and swollen face, sitting on the chair of the fist, the young servant with sharp eyes around the ring, has already rushed forward. He cleaned up the wound, stopped bleeding, applied ice, and had a pleasing smile on his face.

Fang Zhou looked at these young servants in a daze.

Everything seemed like the next day, and he was like these young servants yesterday, running for a living.

And today, he killed Qian Houzi who robbed him of money!

Fang Zhou's mouth is slightly raised, revealing a slightly cold and severe smile.

Suddenly.

In front of Fang Zhou's eyes, green smoke loomed up and condensed into a text reminder.

[Fisting defeats the enemy, Martial Dao experience +10]

[Defeat the enemy, extract the blood essence skill'Iron Arm', which has been recorded in a book and included in the Martial Arts Bookstore, Consumption of Martial Dao experience can deduce the fusion of'tearing' and'iron arm' skills]

The appearance of this text shocked Fang Zhou's spirit!

Sure enough!

You can gain experience by watching the battle, and you can gain experience by boxing, and the amount of gain is much more than that of watching the battle.

In the past few years, he only accumulated 10 points of Martial Dao experience in Ontology. Now he hits a punch and directly gains 10 points.

And what really excites Fang Zhou is that he defeated Qian Houzi, and unexpectedly revealed the opponent's blood essence skills.

Consuming Martial Dao experience, you can even merge skills!

It is indeed the Martial Arts Bookstore!

Unfortunately, Fang Zhou is now fully aware of the preciousness of Martial Dao's experience, and does not intend to immediately deduct and integrate skills.

Because according to Fang Zhou's inference, the soul candle in the Martial Arts Bookstore is about to burn out again, and Soul Shift Spiritual Exchange will be held again. I don't know if I can squeeze something out of Lu Ci, the Little Sheep.

Martial Dao experience when the time comes may not be used.

The gamblers underneath are screaming and shouting frantically. Many gamblers don't hesitate to praise and cheer Fang Zhou.

However, Fang Zhou is very calm, because he understands that if Qian Houzi is standing in the boxing at this moment, these gamblers will still not be stingy with their praise and cheers.

Only those who are alive are qualified to enjoy victory.

A dead person will only become the dust in the crematorium, which is easier to forget than a dead mouse.

The martial battleground is such a realistic place.

Master Zhao carrying a cigarette stick, neither fast nor slow stepped onto the blood-stained white jade ring.

His one eye was full of smiles, and he handed Fang Zhou a ten thousand tael cash.

"Hey, Lei Laohu spends money to buy a silver ticket for Qian Houzi's life."

"This is what you earned."

Master Zhao said.

Fang Zhou was taken aback, frowned slightly, but he didn't immediately reach out to take it.

Master Zhao was taken aback, a flash of astonished flashed in his single eye, as if he had guessed Fang Zhou's mind, Fang Zhou might feel that after taking ten thousand taels, he would not be able to touch Qian Houzi in the future.

"The money for your win tonight has not been settled yet. This is just money for life in the fight. Lei Laohu broke the rules and he should lose the meat."

"Qian Houzi is mostly abolished. Lei Laohu will not care about Qian Houzi's life. I will let someone tell you Qian Houzi's address in the inner city."

The words just fell.

The money ticket in Master Zhao's hand is gone.

Fang Zhou cautiously folded the money ticket, stuffed it into his pocket, bowed and said: "many thanks Master Zhao."

Master Zhao silently exhaled smoke.

True reality.

Sure enough, this kid doesn't talk harshly.

"By the way, you have money now. Move to the inner city quickly, or rent a box on the first floor of the martial battleground. The slum area is too messy. If Lei Laohu wants to engage you, he can always Do it."

"Moving to the inner city, I can also cover you, and there are government officials to maintain law and order. Lei Laohu dare not mess around. Before the Nine Directions Walled City is not messed up, your safety can be Guaranteed."

Master Zhao said seriously.

This is a reminder from Master Zhao, Fang Zhou hearing this solemnly nodded.

"In addition..."

Master Zhao took a deep look at Fang Zhou, slipped a small celadon pot from the sleeve of his black lab coat and threw it to Fang Zhou.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Go back and apply it well, sleep well, recover from the injury, and a big man wants to see you tomorrow."

Fang Zhou took the celadon Little can, suddenly stunned: "Is there a big guy supporting me?"

Master Zhao had a meal, this kid was so direct.

"It is to see you, not to support you."

"Moreover, if you perform well, there may be better things than to support you."

Master Zhao mysterious said Xixi.

Fang Zhou's eyes narrowed: "Bring me?"

"cough cough cough..."

Master Zhao couldn't help but choke after Fang Zhou's words. After taking a puff of smoke, Fang Zhou gave Fang Zhou an angry look.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Fang Zhou hearing this, there are many facial expression graves, and he whispered: "Is Sect Lord?"

Master Zhao went along With a tone of breath, extend the hand patted Fang Zhou's shoulders, smiled without saying a word, turned around and got off the ring, disappearing into the crowd.

Sect Lord?

Fang Zhou frowned slightly, but he did not feel much honor.

Sect Lord wants to see him?

There is always a reason, right?

Is it possible that because he won this trivial Yellow Class fight?

Fang Zhou finds it impossible.

Although the boxing is going to be very loud tonight, Fang Zhou is very clear-headed. After all, the Yellow Class boxing is only a Yellow Class, and he cannot be on the stage.

Did Sect Lord see the secret in him?

This made Fang Zhou's brows frowned.