Princess Against the World

"...What is it?" Feng Chenglin had a gut feeling that this was not a good thing!

"Put away your power and be an ordinary person like A Liu!!"

"..."

Isn’t this nonsense! ?

What is the result of being an ordinary person?

He will die!

Could it be that he just tolerated his cultivation and let himself die? ?

"Impossible!" Feng Chenglin smiled coldly and disdainfully: "If it were me, I wouldn't sit back and wait for death like this!"

"You?" Liao Feng sneered and shook his head: "If you don't sit back and wait for death, what are you doing now?"

Isn't it also a kind of sitting still and waiting for death? !

"Could it be that the injuries you suffered weren't enough to teach you a lesson?"

"Lesson? Haha..." Feng Chenglin sneered disdainfully: "It's just a little flesh wound, what kind of lesson is it? If this lesson could scare me, I wouldn't be alive now!"

"So, the pain I gave you is not enough..."

"It really doesn't matter if it hurts a little bit... At worst, I can break my wrist to gain freedom!" Feng Chenglin suddenly waved his hand disdainfully: "The head can be severed and the blood can flow, but this freedom... cannot be trampled by anyone!!"

Liao Feng rolled his eyes: "That's because you haven't really tried despair... When you really cry out to the sky and the earth, you will understand that the so-called freedom is far less important than your survival!!"

"What are you..."

"Fat man!" Ling Luoyu interrupted Feng Chenglin again and raised his lips meaningfully: "Mr. Liao's words make sense! How can you know how to live a humble life even if you haven't narrowly escaped death... In the face of death, freedom is basically impossible. A piece of cake!"

"Third Young Master..." Feng Chenglin wanted to refute, but was suppressed by Ling Luoyu's eyes and swallowed all his words.

Ling Luoyu turned around calmly: "Mr. Liao..."

"Don't dare, call me Liao Feng!"

"Brother Feng, you just said that the Yao Ring can limit our power. If we want to survive, we have to be like A Liu... Since A Liu has no cultivation, why was he put in the Yao Ring?"

"The Yao Huan is the status of a slave. As long as you are a slave, you will be put in the Yao Huan... As for people like A Liu..."

Liao Feng looked at the people around him with some amusement.

"Ask them, why are they injured like this?"

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu looked at everyone at the same time——

These people are men, women, old and young. Although everyone is in ragged clothes and has more or less scars, you can tell from their eyes and temperament that some of them are ordinary people with no cultivation. , some are people with good cultivation.

"The people here, no matter how glorious and arrogant they were before, but now, they have only one wish... that is to live as much as possible! Try to survive in the arena!"

"What kind of scene?" Feng Chenglin was surprised.

Just hearing these three words is not a good thing! !

"The Arena..." Ling Luoyu's eyes deepened, and a thin light flashed by: "There is actually a Arena in this place?"

"Otherwise, why do you think we people are so injured?"

"..."

Liao Feng smiled deeply: "Those of us will be bought by others, and then the buyers will make bets to see which of us can win..."

"Needless to say, people like us naturally win!" Feng Chenglin interrupted him.

Even if their cultivation is blocked, those who practice martial arts are obviously better than those without cultivation in terms of adaptability and strength.