Huang Le stared up at the sky in a daze. The gloomy sky suddenly dissipated with thick clouds, and the sunlight poured out from it, which was particularly dazzling.

He was defeated.

He was the sixth-ranked yellow in the martial arts arena and lost to a newcomer.

Are all newcomers so monsters nowadays?

Or, is this the power of Qi Refining Warriors?

From the swearing of his promise when he was taking on a task to the doubting life at this moment, he knows what Huang Le has experienced.

The blood hole with a huge chest was flowing.

Huang Le felt his vitality pass by and his blood sac was stinging.

He should have a brilliant life, he is not old and has talent. As long as he completes this task, he can save up enough money to buy a second portion of essence and blood. After he has accumulated essence and blood, he can play the Xuan-type boxing boxing, and the future will be infinitely bright.

However, the sword of the ark cut off his light.

In the distance, the ark was holding a sword, panting.

The blue smoke surrounds the eyes and gathers into words.

【Defeat the enemy between life and death, martial arts experience +10】

Fang Ark was stunned, gone?

Haven't the opponent's skills been excised?

This was somewhat beyond Fang Ark's expectations. Last time he defeated Qian Monkey in the boxing, he had the iron arm skills of precipitating Qian Monkey.

"Does... have to defeat the enemy in the boxing ring before the skills can be excavated?"

"Or, is it a probable event?"

Fang Ao frowned and thought. Both possibilities existed, and he couldn't figure out which one it was.

I have to say that Huang Le's strength is far from being comparable to Qian Monkey, and he is definitely the top presence in the yellow boxing.

However, Ark still defeated the opponent with the Nine Swords of Ai Shuang.

This also indirectly shows how powerful the martial arts that Fang Ark precipitated from the martial artist Zhao Yang are!

Fang Ark grabbed the iron sword that had cracked the gap and walked towards Huang Le step by step.

The sound of the sword's tip rubbing against the ground is harsh and palpitations.

The people in the inner city were panicked, but there were also many people who were interested and watched the fun, forming a circle around them.

In the distance, there seemed to be a sound of a small team rushing to come.

That was the patrol team in the inner city.

Using the Nine Swords of Ai Shuang, the ark's dantian qi was completely dried up, but at this moment, it was like ice and snow melting, and the energy was growing in the dry dantian lake.

Fang Ark understood that this was the feeling of a breakthrough.

A battle improved his strength, and the operation of the "Myellow Marrow" became more and more harmonious.

Huang Le lay on the ground and struggled, looking at Fang Fang step by step, and smiled bitterly.

"Can you give me a chance?"

Huang Le said while coughing up blood.

Fang Ark walked one meter away from Huang Le, his eyes were fluctuating, as cold as frost.

"You kill me, I kill you."

"justice."

The ark is descending from a high place, and the way.

"The sword is fast, you can bear it."

Huang Le was stunned. The next moment, the cold sword tip pierced into his heart, pierced through his heart, and cut off his vitality.

Huang Le fell to the ground with his back, his hair spread on the ground, looking at the bright sunshine that broke through the clouds.

He murmured indifferent words: "Fuck it good..."

The sound gradually fades, and there is no vitality.

Fang Ark killed Huang Le, drew out the iron sword, turned his head without hesitation and walked out of the crowd.

In the distance, the patrol team from the inner city had arrived.

The crowd surrounding him suddenly dispersed, not daring to provoke the young man who committed the crime in the street.

"stop!"

In the distance, the sound of roar exploded!

On the long street, if people are killed in the street, the patrol team naturally cannot ignore it.

Even if they buy murderers, they have to come forward because the inner city has the rules of the inner city.

Several tall and big men, in police officer uniforms, came up and stared at the ark unkindly.

The Ark, who wanted to leave quickly, finally stopped his pace.

But the police officers took out their shackles and handcuffed them towards Fang Fang's hands.

"If you commit an offense in the street, you will regard the law as nothing! Come with us!"

The police officer yelled hard.

Fang Ark had a cluster of eyebrows. Strictly speaking, Huang Le came to kill him. Fang Ark felt that he was in self-defense.

In the distance, a hunched figure walked slowly, the smoke pole shaking gently, and the smoke in the nose was like agarwood.

It was Mr. Zhao who walked down from the restaurant.

"Master Zhao!"

When several policemen saw Mr. Zhao, their expressions changed slightly.

Several coaches with Tianzi in the martial arts arena have a low status among Jiufang City. The most important thing is that Mr. Zhao is the master of that man. Even the lord of the man in Jiufang City will not easily offend him.

"This little guy is my junior, some officials give me a face."

Master Zhao smiled and took out a cigarette pole in his mouth, casually took out a silver note and stuffed it into the policeman in charge.

The policeman glanced at the amount and his eyes lit up.

"Master Zhao has spoken, so everything is easy to say."

"I can see it clearly, this little brother is self-defense!"

"That dead guy is obviously not a good person!"

The policeman smiled and put away the silver notes, then waved his hand, unshackled the ark, drove the masses away, and left with the patrol team.

"Good boy, good swordsmanship."

Mr. Zhao smiled with a cigarette pole in his mouth.

How many things did this kid hide?

Fang Ark picked up the gray cloth, tied the iron sword again, and then clasped his fists at Mr. Zhao: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

If it weren't for Mr. Zhao, Fang Zhou felt that once he was arrested and had no relatives, he would be suffering.

"It's just a simple task, and even without me, you won't be able to do anything."

Mr. Zhao spit out a cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

But in the distance, a graceful figure came slowly with an oil-paper umbrella painted with a picture of plum blossoms.

A red skirt with a graceful figure, she rolled up a fragrant wind while walking, which caused pedestrians on the street to look sideways and bewildered.

Fang Zhou was stunned and turned his head to look at the woman.

The woman glanced at Huang Le's body without any fluctuations. When she saw Fang Fang, she pursed her red lips slightly, stepped on her long legs, twisted her hips and accelerated her pace.

"Fang Lang, you weren't injured, are you?"

"See it for me."

Sister Mei came to Fang Ark and looked up and down.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Mr. Zhao was choked with cigarette.

Fang Lang?

Such a intimate name really makes me get goosebumps all over my body.

When people get old, they can't hear any numb words.

Ye Zimei's attitude, coupled with what she saw last night, Mr. Zhao was extremely terrified when he thought about it carefully.

The boy Ark, indeed...
To be continued...