The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

As the Chinese ambassadors, Zhao Si and his party were arranged in the most luxurious hotel. As soon as they walked in, it was resplendent, the hall alone was nearly 20 meters high, and the huge pendant with a diameter of 10 meters was like a golden sun shining on them, squinting their eyes slightly.

Zhao Si looked up at all of this, and opened his mouth unconsciously. I originally thought that although I was born in a rural area, I had never enjoyed the life of a rich man. Even if he is in a high position now, he spends most of his time on duty and practicing, and enjoyment is actually very far away from a monk. But no matter what, he is also in the Internet age. He used to like to watch the life of the rich.

Such as "The World's Most Luxurious Hotel", "The World's Most Luxurious Cruise Ship" and other themes.

But there is still a big difference between what you see through the screen and what you see with your own eyes, and the shock it brings is completely different.

Several waiters with good looks and figures in uniforms and black silk high heels walked towards them, bowed slightly and said, "Guests, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Lu, please come with us."

"You know us?" Zhao Si asked in surprise, logically speaking, shouldn't it be their own registration number, and then arrange rooms for them?

"As distinguished guests from China, we wrote down the appearance and names of the two of you yesterday." The waiter replied respectfully.

Hey, is this the life of the upper class?

Taking the elevator, they came to the so-called Princely Suite, which was 200 square meters, with a living room, master bedroom, toilet, and even an artificial hot spring.

Zhao Si kept talking about the national quintessence of China along the way, looking like a country bumpkin entering the city.

Lu Haochu said contemptuously: "You are representing Zhoudi now, can you be a little more graceful?"

Being reminded by him, Zhao Si immediately wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, rearranged his appearance and said: "I am called Happy, and you, a young master who can spend 100 million, must have seen this kind of money too much." .For rural people like me, the most luxurious hotel I’ve ever been to is a convenience hotel.”

Originally, he thought that the convenience hotel was pretty good, neat and clean, but now it seems that he is superficial.

"My family has generations of workers." Lu Haochu replied, "it's not my family that can get 100 million, but my foundation building skills. Just go out to borrow money now, and want to borrow 100 million to send you , if you look down, you may not even need to borrow it."

"Really? If you want to say that Jindan has this kind of treatment, it's almost the same. There are only three foundations in my office." Zhao Si looked suspicious.

It would be no problem if he was like Brother Yi who wanted to borrow hundreds of billions, but he was just a foundation builder.

Lu Haochu could see what the other party was thinking at a glance, and said with a speechless face: "Compared to me, you are more like a child of a family. There are only 600 million people in Zhoudi, and there are currently only 238 foundations."

The circle is different, and the vision is also different.

Although Zhao Si looks like a country bumpkin, this guy's vision has actually surpassed all rich people. What he usually comes into contact with are the top existences in the world today, existences that even money cannot touch.

Li Yi's existence allowed Zhao Si to invisibly come into contact with the circle of top powerhouses. He saw many powerhouses who were countless times stronger than him, and lacked correct self-awareness over time.

Although the foundation building period is still at the standard of ordinary people, it is already a little superman, defined as a special individual combat unit. In the face of evil cultivators hidden in the crowd, their role is greater than an armored brigade.

"Is that so?" Zhao Si rubbed his head, "So I'm so good?"

"As far as your almost bug-like danger perception is concerned, you can rank in the top ten among local monks."

"Talk a little more."

Lu Haochu's face darkened, and he didn't want to talk to this shameless bastard.

At this moment, a waiter came in and said, "Mr. Lu, your room is ready, please come with us."

"No." Lu Haochu shook his head, "The two of us live here."

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into a strange atmosphere, and the waiter looked up at the two with self-evident eyes.

"You go out first."

"yes."

The waiter bowed respectfully, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

Zhao Si shuddered, and said, "Fucking old Lu, you don't have that special hobby, do you?"

No wonder this guy is such a big man, he is still a chicken, it turns out that he has the goodness of Long Yang.

"Get out, you are the only one who is good at Long Yang." Lu Haochu's face darkened even more, "I meditate in the living room, and you sleep on the bed. Do you think this place is 100% safe? With so many forces gathered, it's uncertain Who can go crazy and kill us."

"I'm in the same room as you, and I'll meditate more calmly. If something happens like this, then I can only accept my fate."

The probability of this happening is very small. They are also representatives of China. If they die here, they will definitely bring huge troubles to the Black Soil State. Qi Di peeped here for a long time, but he hesitated to make a move because he was not sure, and it was not difficult because of his hair.

Wars are not fought at will, and popular support is extremely important.

I believe those sects don't want Shenzhou to intervene here.

But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, so adhering to the principle of being cautious, Lu Haochu decided to act together with Zhao Si, and someone would cover him if something happened.

"Damn, so you're using me as a shield." Zhao Si could see his thick eyebrows and big eyes clearly.

"I'm willing to do what you want. I've explained everything to you in advance." Lu Haochu took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa.

"After this incident is over, you should be able to enter the monk class in the second half of the year. I heard that a special school will be established. I don't know if it is true, but there are a lot of resources anyway."

hum!

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound in the void, and the two souls throbbed for a while. Zhao Si almost couldn't stand still, and he wobbled for two steps and reached out to hold the sofa.

After a few breaths, everything returned to calm.

The two looked at each other, and they could see each other's panic.

"What was that just now?"

No one answered this question, but there was another roar outside, and the two turned their heads to see the answer through the huge French windows.

The sky and the earth were dark, the clouds rolled, and cracks appeared in the void, falling to the huge oblate football field.

Phantoms fell all over the sky, transparent and thin, like balls of gas. It was obviously just a simple phantom, but it was just a glimpse, like the pain in the eyes of the two of them, as if they were flashed by a flash bomb.

It was calm outside, and it took a long time for the two of them to recover.

Noon the next day.

Boom boom boom.

The door was knocked, and then opened with a click, and several people wearing ancient costumes walked in.

They are disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect and are responsible for maintaining the order of the competition.

"Seniors, the game is about to start, please move to the arena."

The World Fighting Championship is now the top class in the world. You can get extraordinary strength and huge bonuses, attracting people from all over the world to watch or participate. The price of a ticket for the auditorium has reached 10,000, and the big screen in the outfield needs 3,001 votes.

The number of participants is expected to be as high as 50,000, even those who have not undergone any screening and do not need to be screened.

Such a grand game does not have an opening ceremony.

There is no decoration on the huge concrete arena, just a rough concrete floor.

And there are nearly 100,000 seats around it, and there is a sea of ​​people on it, and there is no one seat that is absent. Countless eyes gathered on the stage, and the supernatural power that was expecting launched the bloodiest fight in front of them.

This is not a so-called fighting contest, but a arena with supernatural power.

Everyone understands this, and that's why they're here. They expected a bloody fight, a fight of supernatural forces. Violence has been embedded in human genes as early as the natural period, and the desire for blood and blood cannot be erased even in modern times.

Violence has always been something that human beings love, and the gladiatorial fight between life and death is the most extreme violence.

Of course, the premise is that they are not the ones standing on the stage.

Zhao Si and the two were invited to the VIP seat, which was separated separately and replaced with comfortable leather chairs, and each of them was accompanied by a good-looking waiter.

The people sitting here are envoys from all over the world. This is a position that money cannot buy. They represent the huge power behind them.

Zhao Si's position is in the middle, and the surrounding positions are all from Shenzhou. There are six regions in China, two people from each region, a total of twelve people.

The cultivation bases are all above Foundation Establishment, and they are all local monks.

I don't know why those golden core powers didn't come to participate. According to Lu Haochu's guess, it might be to avoid suspicion. As a strategic force, Jindanqi is inconvenient to blatantly appear in other regions.

There is another crucial reason, that is, there is mutual hatred. Most of the sects in the Black Soil State were kicked out of Shenzhou in the early days.

For the next half an hour, everyone just sat there, and the audience around them began to get a little impatient, and discussions continued one after another.

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, and the entire venue became extremely chaotic.

Zhao Si asked: "Why is there no opening ceremony? Such a big venue is not enough."

The waiter next to him replied: "The immortals didn't arrange the opening ceremony. The contestants are preparing. It should start in ten minutes."

Lu Haochu said: "The reincarnated people are all classical, but they don't like modern things."

"Okay." Zhao Si picked up the melon seeds on the table and knocked, waiting for ten minutes to say whether it was long or short.

After he piled up a hill of melon seeds, the game finally started.

Competitors come on stage from both sides, of different heights, and of all ages, including even half-grown children. However, the ratio of men to women is relatively unbalanced, and there are hardly any women.

The weapons on them are also varied, almost all of them are cold weapons.

Everyone stepped onto the stage and stood on the rough concrete floor, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of spectators.

"Game start."

A voice echoed throughout the venue without passing through any loudspeaker equipment, and then a thin layer of barriers appeared on both sides of the ring, blocking the retreat of all contestants.

The contestants were obviously not professional gladiators, and their professional abilities were immature. Standing in the field and staring at each other, they couldn't make a move for a while.

"kill!"

Suddenly someone shouted, this is not a player, but a voice from the audience.

Immediately afterwards, overwhelming voices slapped onto the ring, and hundreds of thousands of spectators shouted and killed, just like two armies confronting each other in ancient times.

They roared excitedly, their emotions were absorbed by the heavenly fragments in the void, and then fed back to the people on the ring.

The contestants who were at a loss were stunned for a moment, and finally their eyes were red, and they looked at the people around them. They themselves also walked onto the ring with greed, and they were all ready to splatter blood on the spot.

Some people do it for money, some do it for supernatural power, it's all about greed.

The first shot was a boxer, he was holding a machete, and a man next to him suddenly felt it. The opponent subconsciously raised his hand to block, and then an arm fell to the ground, blood splattered.

"Ah!!!" The man whose hand was cut off let out a mournful wail. He covered his hand, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound.

The boxer was blushing, raised his machete high, and then dropped it suddenly. One knife cut from the top of the head to the bridge of the nose, and the second knife cut off the ear and the right cheek.

"Go to hell!!!"

puff!

Suddenly, blood flowed from his chest, and the sharp tip of the spear was slightly exposed. Immediately afterwards, the boxer was pushed down by a huge force, and the people around him rushed up.

The smell of blood permeated the air. Hundreds of people fought in the arena as large as a football field, and people fell down every moment.

The most extreme and bloodiest violence was displayed in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers, and it was also spread through the Internet.

The auditorium was a little silent when they saw someone die at first, but as time went by, the atmosphere became more active, and they were in the same mood as the red-eyed contestants below, shouting and shouting hysterically.

Of course, there are also people who cry bitterly, not because they feel sorry for the players above, but because they feel sorry for their own money. Ordinary competitive games are bound to be accompanied by gambling, not to mention this bloody gladiatorial fight.

Zhao Si felt dizzy, and whispered to Lu Haochu next to him, "Old Lu, something is affecting our spirits."

"Indeed, but not against us." Lu Haochu raised his head slightly to look into the void,

The smart ones hovered around the edge of the ring, trying to conserve their energy as much as possible. But as the number dwindled, they inevitably joined the fight.

Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared in the void, and the flame was agile, flying like a spirit bird, and then crashed into a man's body.

Immediately afterwards, the man's whole body was wrapped in flames, but he didn't make any wailing, and he couldn't even feel any pain from his behavior.

"Is this a superpower?"

Burning Man stared at the fire on his body, after a brief moment of stupefaction, he raised his head to the sky and screamed.

"Is this superpower? Hahaha, such a wonderful feeling."

He raised his hand slightly, and the flames swept out from his hand, turning into a tongue of flame and engulfing the others. As if soldiers of World Wars were burned by napalm or flamethrowers, the remaining contestants were engulfed in flames.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding audience was extremely excited and let out deafening cries.

The reincarnated powers hidden in the void were also stunned for a moment, they didn't expect that someone had actually obtained cultivation.

Suzaku Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked through the void to the hidden cracks on the ring, where countless figures stood. Even just a trace of dao rhyme can allow people to gain a certain level of cultivation and master dao techniques.

Among them, the Fragment of Heavenly Dao has contributed a lot.

"Past Dharma."

He thought of a Buddhist method he had read in ancient books. It is said that a secret method in the ancient times can directly bring the future and the past together.

The woman in Tsing Yi said via voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist, is this your Dao Yun?"

"Yes, and no." Suzakutian replied, "Traces are traces after all, and simulated things will never be true."

But there are also 90% similarities, which is enough to prove the magic of the fragments of heaven.

Other people around also caught a glimpse of the mystery of the Heavenly Dao Fragment, and some of them recognized the secret technique inside.

"In the past, Buddhism did not expect to exist."

"Old objects from the ancient times are actually useful in this era."

"It should not be the Dharma of the past, but it is somewhat similar. Who is this Holy Mother of the White Lotus?"

Below, Pyro wins the match.

A Jindan expert waved his hand to clean up the field, and immediately after the second match began, the contestants stepped onto the ring and started another bloody fight.

Once there were two contestants who had acquired extraordinary strength, and the first collision of extraordinary strength made the audience enthusiastic. But for real practitioners, it is very boring, just like watching a child wielding a knife and a gun.

The only thing that can attract their attention is probably the Dao Yun born from the void.

The powers of the Black Soil State named the Daoyun that appeared below one by one.

"That's Taoist Changle. In my time, he traveled alone in the world with Changle music, and his cultivation was at the peak of Yuanying!"

"That seems to be the old devil of bliss, the art of repairing the furnace, and the illusion is at its peak. It can transform a world. Everything in it is lifelike, and life and death are involuntary for those who enter it."

"That is, Tianxin Mozun, it is said that he is the number one person in ancient and modern times. It's a pity that he was injured one after another, and finally died in the hands of the living immortal."

"Successive wounds?" Suzaku Tian glanced over, "No matter how capable he is, he can't compare to a living immortal. Even in his prime, he would be slapped to death."

The man's face was flushed, but seeing that it was Suzaku, he didn't dare to reply for a long time.

Suzaku Sky's strength is also one of the best in the Black Soil State. In the cultivation world where the strong are respected, the weak are not qualified to fight back. If the strength is equal, you can still quarrel, but it is best to shut up honestly when facing someone stronger than yourself.

In the world of practice, there are also battle blows, and they discuss with each other who is stronger, and usually the blow with the bigger fist wins.

The Taoist companion next to him was helpless, Suzaku Tian was not usually a person who liked to argue with others, but when it came to living immortals, he was a bit extreme.

Game 4 is over, the sun is setting, and the game of Day 1 is officially over.

At this time, the game video that was circulated caused an uproar. If most people were only dubious before, today's game undoubtedly shattered all doubts.

Participating in this type of deathmatch can literally lead to supernatural powers.

The World Fighting Championship has completely gained its reputation,

When everyone left, only the blood-stained arena remained.

In the fragments of the Dao of Heaven hidden in the void, countless figures inside are erratic, and a steady stream of beliefs is consolidating their figures.

"The sky is most private, and it is most public."

An ordinary Taoist stood among them, his eyes were dull, his mouth opened and closed.

"The way of observing the sky, the journey of holding the sky"

Every time he uttered a word, he was squeezing other phantoms. No matter how mysterious Dao Yun was, he could only bow his head in front of him.

The sky and the earth are illuminated as far as the eyes can see, and the half-breathing of the eyes is the middle of the night.

blah blah.

Half of the space was covered with blood, and a Taoist holding a bamboo umbrella came over. The place he walked was covered with corpses, and the sky was covered with endless murderous aura.

"Kill all the people in the world, and I will be innocent."

The two have the same appearance, but completely different Dao Yun. The two looked at each other speechlessly, unable to speak, let alone thinking.

It's just that the two Dao rhymes each press half the sky, confronting each other and colliding with each other.

And those dao rhymes from all ages can only be curled up in the corner.