Archfiend Chapter 504: : New York Friars Arena
Three days, fleeting.
In the past three days, Yue Zhenren personally adjusted Xu Yangyi's body and explained some confusions in his practice. In the late Marquis's cultivation, Xu Yangyi himself also had his own unique insights. Under the two-phase confirmation, Yue Zhenren's high-rise building, plus his analogy. He actually felt that the Marquis who had just been promoted was more stable in the later stage.
Three days later, twelve o'clock. Xu Yangyi has adjusted his mood to the most calm point. The whole body is unobstructed. As the bell rang at twelve o'clock, a soft platinum holy light suddenly flashed under his feet. Immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared in the magic circle constructed by the talisman under his feet.
In front of me, I was slightly dizzy. In the next second, a fiery wave of air washed over his skin, and ears were filled with deafening cheers, as softly as possible but still extremely loud discussion, as if to ignite the air here.
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a huge arena of ancient European and American style. It's the size of a football field, with fifteen circular stairs going up and down.
An exquisitely carved statue, a full 20-meter-high sculpture, all covered in iron armor. Holding the torch in the left hand and the shield in the right hand. The shield is engraved with a cross surrounded by eagles. And in their left-hand torch, a huge flame of thirty to forty meters shining on the sky, making the stars in the sky pale.
The crimson flames pulled out the mottled time and reflected the huge gladiatorial platform of six hundred square meters in the center. The floor with swaying shadows couldn't see the color, but you could see broken spider web patterns and dull blood spots. Reflected in the surrounding dozens of giant torch colossus, holy and solemn.
The place where he appeared was the main stage of the Covinus family.
"Swipe..." At the moment he was teleported, the colossus behind this area, with a torch in his hand, blazed for a hundred meters! Countless unclear Fulu floated up and down in it. The covered stone giant "Kaka" raised his head unexpectedly, and with a slight falling sound of sand and stone, two red lights shot out from his eyes, covering Xu Yangyi's body.
At the scene, the originally fierce discussion and the flame of excitement quieted down in an instant. However, in the next second, a deafening noise broke out!
"Your Excellency the Great Spiritualist!!" "The first battle of this session! Your Excellency the Great Spiritualist x is here!" "My God... This is the first time I saw the Great Spiritualist!" Your Master will be on stage personally! Never before in decades!"
These are the screams of the earl monks who were brought to the world by the family. At this moment, anyone on the list is the top powerhouse in Europe and America. Perhaps they were very weak in this jihad, but if any one were released, they would be the role of stomping the European and American spiritual circles to raise their eyebrows.
Even the great spiritualist x, who is the lowest on the surface, is the same.
Not to mention that he is the mid-Marquis, the identity of the great spiritualist, the Holy White Cross standing behind it is enough to make anyone respect him.
Compared with the excitement and excitement of the earl seeing the high-ranking monks, the monks of the Marquis period have to be very calm. Countless gazes lingered on this great spiritualist who was recently famous in Europe and America. Xu Yangyi smiled and glanced up, except for the Tagul family, almost everyone smiled at him and nodded.
"That's Mr. X." Among a group of dwarves, a dwarf with pigtails on his hair and a golden ring in his braids. The beard is as long as others, and it is as golden as a wheat field on the ground: "Our people Are you teaming with him?"
"Hahaha, I did go with him. But what?" A dwarf with two beards and braids next to him laughed: "Even if the strength of the sons of the giant bear may hover at twelve or three. Left and right. It is impossible for him to qualify. Look... He is weaker than our youngest blacksmith, fragile and easy to break. Like dried corn stalks... This Mr. X is also dazzled by his strength. His strength comes from his smart brain and profound knowledge, not..."
He glanced at Xu Yangyi contemptuously: "His weak body. And the strength that exists in fantasy."
"Confidence swelled, I didn't know what I was facing. Within an hour, Esson would win—of course, this was because of the consideration of the White Cross." The big braided dwarf hit his elbow. He smashed his eyebrows and said, "Because of the existence of the Great Spiritist and the White Cross, the identity of Mr. X is a big problem, but fortunately, this problem does not belong to us. Look at the group of self-proclaimed noble Elves, their faces are as ugly as eating shit, hahahaha!"
Not only him, everyone is watching the actions of the elves. Immediately after x appeared, the entire elven clan, even the handsome man who was sitting in the front row of the Grand Duke, could not help but frown.
Behind him, almost everyone of the elves gathered together, discussing something in a low voice, and the argument seemed very intense.
"Esson must not lose. At the same time, he must not hurt Mr. Grand Spiritist! The Holy White Cross guys are very vengeful." A woman with an unusually carved headband on her head, in her eyes There are no eyeballs, only faintly shining whites, like two rounds of bright moon, and he said in a deep voice: "Don’t forget, Mr. X himself is a top master of plant pharmacology. A great spiritualist who can invite the holy shadow, How great the help of nature’s spirits is, I don’t think I need to recount."
"Esson will lose? Are you kidding? That's a terrible joke!" An arch druid with green leaves on his shoulders and a white wolf headdress frowned: "I don't think this is fair. Fighting. Just like knowing that the little white rabbit and the big bad wolf stand together, even if the little white rabbit jumps bravely, it is definitely not the big bad wolf’s opponent. The difficulty lies in the safety of Mr. X and the degree of victory. This It's a farce! A real farce."
"He is just a weak psychic. Oh, my God, I can’t believe that Esson would be able to tear him to pieces with beastly hair in the face of such a delicate body-this is the world The most precious piece!"
"Esson and Mr. X are like adults and children. Even if they are playing, a powerful adult can harm a fragile baby! We can't leave any great spiritual master with a bad feeling!"
At the same time, the Covinus family, a late Marquis Xu Yangyi had never seen before, smiled and stretched out his hand, shook hands with him ruthlessly: "Mr. X, I wish you a victory."
"Mr. X, they don't dare to hurt you. Don't worry." "Oh, believe me, if he dares to hurt you, Covinus will make the ladyboys pay the corresponding price. Oh, no, ten times the price !" "The Moon God will guide you to victory! Don't worry, the son of the giant bear is ranked eleventh in our survey."
Xu Yangyi had a faint smile on his face and shook hands with everyone.
The temperature in the hands is still there, but the smile on his face never reaches the bottom of my heart.
This is speechless contempt.
It's not just Covinus, even the whole audience is the same.
No one expected him.
The reason for being sincere is that there is no suspense in the battle, and the result is already known. There is no conflict of interest. If it were not for his honorable status as a great spiritualist, I am afraid that he would not even have this hypocritical, charity-like comfort.
Maybe... After his defeat, there will be applause and encouragement? So that he won't stop coming to Taiwan at all?
Is this the biggest irony?
Human... I really have two skins. Even human-like creatures are the same.
At this moment, suddenly, the entire hourglass burst out with a white golden light. All the golden fine sand particles flew out, and in an instant, a golden light curtain was arranged across the arena.
All the discussions on the scene, the sound of watching the good show, stopped in an instant. Instead, there is a touch of prudence full of murderous intent.
"The fourth holy war begins now." An old voice came from the first row.
Of the five phantoms, one is not, but a real person.
It was an old man, his face was full of wrinkles and even age spots, but when he spoke, needles fell around him.
This is a respect for the Grand Duke.
Sacred Whip, Lawrence, is in New York, the person in charge of guarding the sacred objects, and the status is higher than that of the Paladin Jenny!
"I repeat again, once you enter the arena, you will be conceited." He paused, and his body turned slightly to the side: "Mr. X, are you sure?"
Everyone looked over, Xu Yangyi also stood up and held his fists solemnly: "I'm sure."
"Push..." On the dragonman's seat, a young marquis couldn't help laughing. The sound was so soft that no one noticed.
Lawrence glanced calmly. Nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ Sit down.
I didn't ask Esson at all.
This in itself is a one-sided battle, but he hopes that Mr. X can temporarily change his unwise choice.
He doesn't seem to know what it means to have the Holy Spirit after the name in Archdruid. As long as it is changed now, he believes that under his auspices, there will be no one in the audience against the retirement of a great spiritualist, even if there has never been such a precedent before.
The four words "Great Spiritualist" are enough to create a precedent.
"The rule of jihad is that there are no rules. Whether to surrender or not, no one can interfere unless the opponent nods. Otherwise, the grand prince will not release the prohibition. Any item belonging to the monk, magic weapon, can be applied. Now... there is Please enter for two people."
Xu Yangyi flashed his body and appeared in the field like smoke. Suddenly, there was a burst of unspoken applause.
"Mr. X, the courage is commendable." "I admire your bravery." "Brave Great Spiritist x, I wish you victory."
Xu Yangyi turned a deaf ear, with a subtle smile on his lips.
Is it funny?
Wait a moment, I will let you know who is ridiculous.
There is no reason in the world. When the fist can't hit, it will make sense.
At this moment, on the other side of the arena, countless green leaves surrounded the arena, green aura vortexes swirling in the field, and then another figure appeared.
This is a handsome man with long white hair and a height of nearly two meters. The long horns of two elk grow from their heads, and their clothes are not suits. It is a product woven by leaves and cloth. And the other party is also looking at him.
This time, there was no applause. But there is a silent respect that is more ardent than the false applause.
In contrast, the laughter just now seemed to be given to the clown.
"Then, the betting begins."