Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

After eating and drinking, Pan Zongyu led Wei Mingye to the only arena in the college. After passing through a corridor, they came to the central area of ​​the arena. There were four raised platforms in the central area, which were five meters tall. On a square platform five meters long and wide, people are discussing mystical skills.

There are tens of millions of mystical arts, and there are tens of millions of wands that release mystical arts, such as pocket watches and hairpins. Different wands release different mystical arts. At this moment, the students on the four platforms were playing fiercely, and the central area was surrounded by a stepped auditorium. In the auditorium sat the first and second grade students, who were cheering - only the third grade students , they are eligible to enter the central area for actual combat training.

Pan Zongyu found the person in charge of the arena, who was sitting in front of the information desk, playing with the pocket watch in his hand boredly, looking at the alarm clock aside from time to time.

Pan Zongyu took out two pure raindrops and placed them in front of the person in charge, "I want to wrap up the arena."

The person in charge's sleepy eyes suddenly opened wide. Looking at the raindrops emitting amber light, he suddenly woke up. He put the raindrops away and turned on the microphone next to him.

"Someone has booked the arena. Those who are still training in the arena should leave immediately."

Today's schedule didn't mention which class was coming to the arena for training, so the person in charge agreed to Pan Zongyu's reservation. It is written in the rules of the arena that if you use the arena outside the schedule, you need to pay a fee to the person in charge of the arena, one thousand sharp teeth for two hours, and medical expenses are extra. Booking the venue means that after booking the venue, no one else is allowed to enter the arena except yourself within 24 hours.

Everyone who stayed in the arena knew what they were doing and left. No one wanted to be forcibly taken away from the arena by the arena's forced teleportation. The feeling of teleportation was like being stuffed into a washing machine and spinning around with the drum.

The person in charge took out a form. Pan Zongyu took the form and picked up the pen next to it and started filling it in. As he wrote, he said: "This form is a kind of pass. Only those who write on the form will not be banned from the arena." Forced teleportation to teleport away, please write down your name as well."

Wei Mingye took the pen and wrote his name. After a few minutes, Pan Zongyu stopped writing. He once again confirmed that the form was filled in correctly and handed it to the person in charge. The person in charge pressed a blue button at the information desk, and suddenly the arena It was shrouded in a blue light curtain, whether it was a person or an animal; a bird flew over, and as soon as it touched the blue light curtain, the whole bird disappeared instantly, and then appeared five hundred meters away from the arena.

"Are you sure there's no problem?" The person in charge shook the form.

Pan Zongyu nodded, "No problem."

The person in charge took a lighter and lit the form on fire. The flames engulfed the paper, leaving only golden light spots floating in the air. The people who wrote on the form suddenly had a feeling in their hearts, whether they were in the library or on a fishing boat. When you go fishing, you all know that the arena is reserved and only you can go in and watch.

"It feels so good to have a reservation!" Pan Zongyu walked to the vending machine, clicked a few times without paying, and walked over with snacks and drinks, "Thank you." Wei Mingye took a can of Dr. Pepper, Pan Zongyu stuffed the snacks into Ting Yuhong's arms.

Booking the venue means more than just the arena. The cost of renting a court is expensive. The price is two raindrops. The cost includes venue fees, labor costs, treatment fees, etc. Usually nobles come to book the court for friendly matches. Unlike Pan Zongyu, who brought two people to book the court, he is really wealthy.

The four platforms sank and merged to form a larger competitive platform. Wei Mingye looked up at the empty auditorium, and a sense of depression suddenly arose in his heart. They were looked down upon by tens of thousands of people like wild beasts. People watching, this is probably a bad taste.

The medical staff were waiting at the venue. After all, they had a lot of money to pay. In order to satisfy them, the person in charge found the cheerleaders to stand in the audience and dance to encourage them.

Wei Mingye and Pan Zongyu retreated to both sides of the arena. They clasped their fists and saluted. A gust of wind blew by, and there seemed to be a faint killing intent in the air. The two did not take action. It was still unclear which one was the prey and which one was the hunter. Staring at each other, his footsteps began to move.

At first, the two men's steps were slow, like prostrate lions approaching their prey little by little. Then, after reaching a certain peak, the two men suddenly exerted their legs and turned into arrows. They rushed toward each other at a speed as fast as You can see gray and black colors colliding together.

Wei Mingye was the first to punch, and his punch was like a roaring tiger. Pan Zongyu punched later, and his punch was so domineering that he seemed to hear the roar of a dragon. Their fists collided together, making a dull sound. The strength of the two people collided, and they were evenly matched. The collision of fists caused the two people to take dozens of steps back.

Wei Mingye glanced at the small wound on her fist. A trace of blood flowed from the wound, but it healed in less than two seconds. She couldn't help but grinned and said, "Very good, I'm going to take it seriously."

Pan Zongyu's fisting left hand trembled slightly, and he forcibly restrained his trembling left hand from shaking again.

Pan Zongyu thought to himself that Wei Mingye was really strong. He started learning boxing at the age of six, and until now, no one except his master could box with him and make his fists tremble.

Interestingly, Pan Zongyu's eyes began to become serious. He clenched one hand, and his left arm immediately ignited a golden flame. Strange stripes gradually appeared on his face, not just on his face, but also on his exposed arms. Strange stripes were crawling all over it, and the flames distorted the surrounding air. In the blur, the black dragon tattooed on his left arm seemed to be twisting its body, as if it was alive.

Pan Zongyu punched out, and the wind of the punch cracked the floor in its path, followed closely by a tiger made of flames. The tiger was domineering and powerful, unbeatable. The charge along the way became more and more powerful in destroying the army.

The tiger was about to arrive. Wei Mingye could feel the heat against her skin. She refused to avoid it and clenched her fists. At the moment when the tiger was about to pounce, Wei Mingye exerted all her muscles and hit a strike. Uppercut, the chaotic whirlwind erupted from the collision of the two punches tore up spider web-shaped cracks in the surrounding ground.

And the tiger was indeed beaten into golden light by that punch. This move is called tiger punch, which is extremely destructive. Although he said he was fighting seriously, Pan Zongyu actually only used 40% of his strength. He wanted to see how strong Wei Mingye was. From the current view, Wei Mingye did have the strength of a grandmaster.