The Lord who use immortals as food

The man in front of him was covered in blood, but there were no wounds. Combined with the black-robed man's words of "two wins", Pei Ye nodded cautiously.

This is obviously a place where everyone is our enemy. Pei Ye has already guessed where the blood on these people came from.

Different from previous conjectures, Wu Zaigu's status is not that important. He is not the only natural choice, but only qualified to participate in the competition.

In fact, this was only reasonable. Although Wu Zaigu at that time was already a powerful enemy that seemed impossible to fight against, for a mysterious plan that could swallow up a person like Zhu Gaoyang, there must be a master at the core of the plan.

The current competition is obviously endless, and there is probably only one person who can make it out of the twenty or so people.

But the man didn't seem to regard him as an enemy, and said: "Looking at your young age, you can kill their host, which is considered young and promising. Where did you learn from, how come you end up in this place where birds don't shit?"

"I don't have a teacher, I am a commoner from a nearby county."

"Without a master?" The man was amused, "Without a master, where did your martial art of controlling the true energy come from? Did you figure it out yourself?"

"I'm not angry either."

"...Without true energy, how could you kill the Dragon Tongue host? They are all in the realm of six lives and seven lives, right?"

"...coincidence." Pei Ye said.

"A coincidence? A coincidence that allowed you to kill him without using your true energy and relying only on your skills?"

"Um."

The man came closer to him and looked at him carefully from bottom to top with his eyes open. Only then did Pei Ye realize that his eyes were a light silvery gray, and his face was horribly damaged by scars from burns and knife wounds.

These strange and beautiful eyes stared closely at Pei Ye. Pei Ye shrank back and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Let me see which soldier in the White Deer Palace you are."

"..."

The White Deer Palace is the best in martial arts in the world. These words are obviously meant as a joke.

The man looked at the callus on Pei Ye's hand: "Are you using a sword?"

Pei Ye nodded, "I'm better at swordsmanship, how about you?"

The man's expression seemed a little strange: "My...swordsmanship is not bad."

"How did you get here?"

"I acted chivalrously, but in the end I became a scapegoat." The man leaned back against the wall and sighed, "I regret it now, very much."

"what's your name?"

"You speak first."

"My name is Pei Ye."

"Just tell me your real name? So honest?"

"What's wrong?"

"Usually in the world of martial arts, just give me a title, like a little fish, pony, little bastard or something." The man changed his tone, "Since you treat me so sincerely, it would be stingy for me to hide it any more. Listen carefully - can I change my name? If you don’t change your surname, it’s Zhang Siche.”

"Oh, Brother Zhang." Pei Ye arched his hands slightly and said, "May I ask where this place is?"

"Where? Dog fighting ring, Gu refining cage." Zhang Siche grinned, "Choose the most ferocious one."

"The most ferocious..."

"Don't get me wrong, it's not about choosing someone." Zhang Siche raised his hand and put it on his Dantian. Pei Ye was shocked and tried to block it, but missed it. His hair stood up for a moment, but he just patted it with his hand, "They are the ones chosen."

"..."

"Everyone's meridian tree has been digested by it, and everyone has no true energy. What do you think we can rely on to fight?"

"..."

"It depends on what's in your body." Zhang Siche said with a joking smile, "It's like choosing a fucking concubine. Whoever is the most awesome can give birth to a dragon seed."

Pei Ye was speechless because he thought that all the energy he had accumulated was poured into Jing Ziwang. There is only a cocoon of light left in the body, and no more energy can be squeezed out.

This light cocoon is a "contestant", so the energy is the weapons and armor it uses to fight, but it turns out that it is all bald.

"I'll lend it to you." Zhang Siche leaned against the wall and looked at him lazily.

Pei Ye was startled: "Why?"

"Because we are the only two people in this beast's den, is that enough?" Zhang Siche stretched out a slender and powerful hand, opened his palm, and dark blood dried along the palm lines.

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and held the two dust-covered hands together.

Extreme environments often sweep away the confusion between people, and temptation and speculation are omitted. Surrounded by a pack of wolves, leopards and tigers will also give priority to forming an alliance.

"Nine departures and thirteen returns." Zhang Siche smiled.

Before Pei Ye could think about the meaning behind these words, a surging energy poured in along his arms. The cocoon of light in his dantian was like drinking from a sweet spring, immediately attracting this energy to surround him.

This energy continued continuously, and after a while it was more than twice what he had accumulated before, and for the first time, the light cocoon in his belly felt "full".

Pei Ye raised his head and looked at Zhang Siche in surprise. Zhang Siche responded with a lazy smile and retracted his hand: "The bottle must first become bigger before it can hold more water."

Pei Ye looked at the door subconsciously, and Zhang Siche said: "They won't care, as long as it circulates 'internally'. Anyway, the level of the thing in your Dantian will not change."

"Equal level?"

Zhang Siche showed a weird smile: "If you win one game, you will become the second level."

Pei Ye immediately understood what the man in front of him meant by "two wins and one step down": "You are——"

"Yes, I killed [Eighteen] first and became the second level. Then I killed the second level [One]. Now I am the only third level here. I am proud of all the heroes."

Pei Ye was speechless, feeling the abundant energy returning to his body, and said, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Zhang Siche showed his big white teeth, "In return, grant me a wish."

"What wish?"

"Tell me a story."

"……What?"

"The Last One, released in August, is the finale. I haven't watched it yet." Zhang Siche sighed, "I can't expect anyone here to have watched it. They thought I was going to end with hatred."

"But!" Zhang Siche patted Pei Ye on the shoulder, "Fortunately you're here - what's your expression? You haven't seen it, have you?"

Pei Ye glanced at him and said slowly: "Chapter 20. I have been a withered ghost for eighteen years. When will I be able to reach the first floor of Feixian?"

Zhang Siche hissed and said with a grin: "I knew there must be a reversal. How could the hero of Wu Qiu be defeated like that?"

After speaking, he blinked a pair of silver-grey eyes and looked over: "Go on."

Pei Ye shook his head: "No, I just looked back."

Zhang Siche looked at him steadily for about seven or eight breaths. Finally, he sighed and bumped his back against the stone wall: "There is no time in life, so don't force it."

Pei Ye poked him with his finger, and Zhang Siche glanced sideways at him: "What are you doing?"

Pei Ye was a little embarrassed and said: "But you can tell me about it - I just watched it for the first time."

At this moment, the firewood door was opened, and a man covered in blood walked in. His black clothes were covered with dark red strips of tissue. It was unclear whether they were crushed muscles or broken internal organs.

"[Nineteen] wins, the next group is [Twenty-one], [Twenty-two]."

The two people who were talking raised their eyes and Zhang Siche looked away and said, "That's okay."