Fantasy: My Cultivation Technique Will Self-Cultivation

Chapter 9 The Smell of Blood

Since then, both of them have been silent and have not talked any more.

Ye Chenfu hadn’t noticed Ouyang Tiezhu’s fight just now, so what he said just now was just out of courtesy.

So he quickly put the matter behind, and then continued to watch the competition on the arena.

The fight on the big arena continued, and it took another hour before it was almost done.

Ye Chenfu looked at the team of handyman disciples, getting shorter and shorter.

Then the wounded being carried away, and the disciples of the handyman who died in the fight, there are simply more and more.

He looked back, and the winner of the first game was on the own team’s side.

Then I found that the handyman disciples just now, almost half of the number were standing here.

But he sighed slightly in his heart, after all, Outer Sect disciples only recruited a hundred.

And now, the number of people standing in his team is about two hundred.

And the most important thing is that all the disciples that have signed up before have not yet completed the match.

Ye Chenfu even felt a little sad, although those who signed up for death might have thought of such a result a long time ago.

But Ye Chenfu really felt that some felt sad for them.

After all, they are not like themselves, with strong system support.

At first, Ye Chenfu thought that his predecessor was born in poverty, so pitiful and helpless.

But when he looked at the disciples that were quickly carried away, as well as the various handyman disciples that were killed and disabled at this time, he felt a little sad.

These handyman disciples, who were killed and maimed, were either sent back to their hometowns.

Some were put in the land for safety, and some were sent back to their hometowns before they died because they were worthless.

Otherwise, there will be some minor disabilities.

These people will be taken directly, and continue to arrange to do handyman duties.

Under normal circumstances, such disabled handyman disciples will continue to do handyman work for a lifetime.

They will never stand up again!

But by comparison, more people will die.

Because you are not responsible for killing people in the arena, everyone has been cruel and only hopes that the battle can be resolved quickly.

“It’s so pathetic!”

At this time, Ouyang Tiezhu poked his head out and said: “I just hope I can smoothly qualify for Outer Sect, I don’t have much demand!”

He said this to himself, Ye Chenfu didn’t pay attention to him.

Because at this time, Ye Chenfu looked at the people on the ring, he was almost finished, and the team behind was getting shorter and shorter.

Ye Chenfu felt that after a while, the first match might be over.

Ouyang Tiezhu poked his head out again at this time. He seemed to be talking to Ye Chenfu: “I don’t think it will be half an hour before this competition is about to end.”

Ye Chen nodded, and then said, “Isn’t it just our turn? Is this our team? Then our teams are going to compete with each other?”

Ouyang Tiezhu immediately replied: “Yes, it’s fast! Just like going back to eat after a fight.”

Hearing Ouyang Tiezhu’s words, Ye Chenfu felt a little contemptuous in his heart.

He thought to himself: “Why are you still thinking about eating at this time? Why is it small? The structure is too small!”

But Ye Chenfu just thought of this, when he heard own belly, he also grumbled.

It seemed to be a protest against his own situation…so he was a little embarrassed and smiled at Ouyang Tiezhu.

Ouyang Tiezhu didn’t care much, after all, his stomach had been called several times just now.

Then the two of them froze and looked over the ring again.

The result was earlier than Ouyang Tiezhu expected. Ye Chenfu felt that only twenty minutes had passed, and then the fight was officially over-because the signing of the Outer Sect disciples was finished.

The old man in Tsing Yi stood on the stage, directing the inner disciple and supervising the Outer Sect disciples.

Ask them to move and pick up the dead body, broken arms, and broken legs, and clean the ground.

Then he said in a high-pitched voice: “So far, today’s first half of today’s Outer Sect disciple promotion competition is over!”

Under the big ring, there was another whisper at this time, and then the voice became louder and louder and louder.

But at this moment Ye Chenfu didn’t speak, he just stared straight at the old man in Tsing Yi, waiting for him to continue speaking.

Sure enough, the old man in Tsing Yi began to say: “Quiet! Be quiet, everyone! Now the first half is over, there are two hundred and fifty winners! In the afternoon; we will select from these two hundred and fifty. One hundred Outer Sect disciples!”

Hearing this, Ye Chenfu was speechless for a while.

He thought to himself: “This number is too auspicious, right? It’s a pity that people in this world don’t understand mmp.”

Numerous handyman disciples who were watching, and the handyman disciples who were about to participate in the battle, and the Outer Sect disciples who participated in watching and maintaining order, all began to applaud desperately.

Seeing the thunderous applause from the audience, the old man in Tsing Yi waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down.

Then he said loudly: “Everyone, please sit on the floor, and someone will come to provide us with meals!”

When Ouyang Tiezhu heard this, he clapped desperately.

Then he hurriedly said to Ye Chenfu, “Hahahaha, I can actually have a good meal! This is simply wonderful.”

Originally Ye Chenfu thought again, showing contemptuous eyes.

But suddenly he realized that Own’s stomach was starting to be hungry again, so he had to smile and nod his head.

At this time, everyone was swiping, and sitting on the ground one by one.

Originally, the martial arts field at the top of Shenlong Peak was very large; in addition, in the first half of the morning, so many people died.

So the scene seemed even more empty.

So everyone sat down, not crowded at all, and still separated by a wide distance.

At this time, the smell of blood in the air was also diluted; instead, there was a sound of hunger.

——Many people suffer from physical exhaustion and mental tension after the fight; so their stomachs are groaning with hunger.

At this time, Ouyang Tiezhu didn’t want to sit next to him.

So he sat down next to Ye Chenfu as much as possible, after all, Ye Chenfu was the first person to feel that his name was very good.

He had met many people before, and after they heard the name of own, they all looked at him very contemptuously.

He also said that his father had a problem, and he would actually take out the name of this stupid hat, so he felt very sad.

But this time encountering this, the strength seems to be Bufan’s Ye Chenfu.

He actually praised own name! So Ouyang Tiezhu decided that he must befriend him.