6kv Chapter 450 Worthy Of Awe
Chapter 450 Worthy Of Awe
Qin Feng also doesn't know how strong his physical body is now.
However, even without using mythical substances, Qin Feng would not be killed by the desert butcher in the early stage of Yinyuanjing.
After realizing the situation behind him, Qin Feng stepped on the ground with both feet, and jumped to the rear right with his body.
At the position before Qin Feng, a huge ax as tall as a man was stuck in the ground.
When Qin Feng turned to the left and looked at the desert butcher, he found that the other party had already died in the arena after throwing the last ax due to overdrawn physical strength.
The hostess with a pair of white wings on her back came to the desert butcher and after confirming that the other party had no signs of life, she flew over Qin Feng and announced: "The winner, Qin Yu!"
The host's words were not accepted by the audience.
A spectator who had bet on the desert butcher cursed at the dead body of the desert butcher: "It's such a waste, even a sneak attack can't kill people, garbage!"
"It's all your fault, daddy's savings for this month are all gone."
"Organizer? Organizer? Daddy wants to flog the corpse!"
After the death of the desert butcher, a series of shouts and curses sounded from the audience stage.
As for Qin Feng, he did not receive the cheers that a winner should have.
At the last moment, he did not choose to kill the desert butcher, but let him die of exhaustion.
This approach has made many viewers who like to watch bloody scenes very dissatisfied.
Qin Feng walked slowly back to the player preparation area amidst the loud shouts from the audience in the stands.
This time, no contestant like the stone men dared to challenge Qin Feng.
The contestants in the preparation area could clearly see the battle in the arena just now.
They had to admit that this seven-year-old human boy was an existence worthy of their awe.
This is not only because of Qin Feng's powerful strength and terrifying physical body.
And the choice he made when he finally faced the desert butcher who was also a slave.
"Qin Yu."
Qin Feng suddenly heard someone calling him, it was a familiar voice.
He followed the sound, and it turned out to be the yellow-haired young man named Mouse from the Iron Fist Gang.
"Why are you here?" Qin Feng walked towards the yellow hair.
He unexpectedly discovered that this guy actually had the Cultivation Base of Yinyuanjing overnight.
However, Huangmao's Cultivation Base is very vain, it doesn't look like it was obtained through normal cultivation.
Qin Feng didn't like this yellow-haired guy who wanted to kill him to grab the baby.
Seeing that the opponent is also in the player preparation area now, he was even going to grab Huang Mao and give him two punches to relieve his anger.
"Wait, I mean no harm!" The yellow-haired mouse named Mouse saw Qin Feng approaching aggressively.
He was so frightened that he raised his hands in surrender, showing that he was not hostile.
He looked at the cute face of the boy in front of him, and thought about the scene of the other party kicking the desert butcher to the point of death, he couldn't help swallowing with a grunt.
"I brought people to block you two days ago. I was not good at it, and I was fully responsible. When I saw your extraordinary clothes, I thought you were one of those nostrils from the central star field, so I wanted to rob the rich." For the poor. However, I just saw that you were merciful to a foreign slave, so I believe you must be different from those guys." The yellow-haired mouse named Mouse said a lot, either apologizing or flattering .
Qin Feng frowned, sat down beside the mouse, and said indifferently, "Speak human."
The mouse accompanied Qin Feng with a smiling face, and said, "Look, little brother, I just want to inquire about something. Our big sister is Ding Ling. I heard that she and you were taken to the Earl's Mansion, you know?" How is she doing now?"
Mouse asks for others, and speaks with honorifics. The vengeful Qin Feng didn't like this, and said coldly: "When you blocked me back then, why didn't I see you being so respectful to me? You think you can say a few nice words to me and I can let the past go, and tell you that your boss The news, why? Also, I remember that there were two other people who were watching me outside the hired building? You three seem to have a good relationship, why are you left here?"
The mouse said with a bitter face, "Laizi was beaten to death by the law enforcement officer during the scuffle. Wen Die and I were sold to the Deathmatch Arena by the law enforcement officer. Both of us took the Tyrannical Blood Pill, which can temporarily increase our strength. Yesterday, Wen Die, whose strength was forcibly raised to the Yinyuan Realm, died in a deathmatch. I will probably be next."
Having said that, Mouse took a step forward, knelt down in front of Qin Feng, and begged sincerely: "Brother Qin Yu, I, Mouse and the Iron Fist Gang, made mistakes first, so I don't ask for your forgiveness. Everyone is dying here today." In the fighting arena, life and death in the future are unpredictable. However, as long as you are willing to tell me the news about the head of the big sister, my life before my death is yours."
Qin Feng didn't like the Iron Fist Gang in his heart.
But it would not be enough to say that there is deep hatred and great hatred.
After all, he didn't suffer much in the confrontation with the Iron Fist Gang.
Later, the Iron Fist Gang was also implicated by the law enforcement officers because of the own incident, and was almost taken over by the law enforcement officers.
Thinking of this, Qin Feng glanced at the mouse in the Cultivation Base who was forcibly promoted to the Yinyuan Realm, and said secretly with some disgust: "So what if I tell you now? Your big sister head was indeed taken away with me The Earl's Mansion. After I left, your big sister headed into Earl Dilin's study, and I don't know anything else. Why, maybe you still have the ability to spread the news from the Deathmatch Arena ?”
Qin Feng was curious.
The current situation of the Iron Fist Gang is worrisome, and the mouse is even more difficult to protect himself now. What can he do if he knows this?
After hearing the words, the mouse stood up from the ground calmly.
He walked to the distance, and at the same time secretly said to Qin Feng: "Thank you, little brother Qin Yu, after I tell the informant of the Iron Fist Gang this news, my mouse's life will be yours."
Looking at the back of the mouse gradually going away, Qin Feng thought to himself: "What a strange guy."
His mind was spinning.
It's not easy for me to steal the Happy Boat and Chaos Armor back tonight.
I just don't know if he has a chance to borrow some power from the Iron Fist through the line of the mouse.
There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.
If necessary, Qin Feng would not mind cooperating with the Iron Fist Gang.
After Qin Feng, the deathmatch continued as usual.
In the first round of Deathmatch Arena, contestants in different preparation areas will be arranged to face off in pairs.
The winners of the two-two duel will participate in the final battle in the Deathmatch Arena.
Countless battles like this would break out every day, and only those who won consecutive victories were eligible to survive in the arena.
Soon, the first round of the match drew to a close.
The mouse finally returned to Qin Feng's side.
After delivering the message, the mouse faithfully fulfilled its own promise.
He told Qin Feng all the news about the Iron Fist Gang, as well as some information in Lei Ke City that ordinary people could not access.
Until it was the mouse's turn to fight to the death.
Because Qin Feng didn't want Mouse, a handy tool man, to die early in the deathmatch arena, so before Mouse entered the arena, Qin Feng quietly mobilized the power of life authority to smooth out some Tyrant Blood Pills in Mouse's body forcibly. The side effect of increasing strength.
Since then, the mouse has the strength of the threshold of Yinyuan Realm.
As for whether the opponent can survive the next deathmatch, it can only depend on his own good fortune.