"...What is it?" Feng Chenglin felt that it would not be a good thing!

"Put away your strength, and be an ordinary person like A Liu!"

Isn't this nonsense! ?

What is the result of being an ordinary person?

Will die!

Could it be that, just endure the cultivation of one body like this, let yourself die! ?

"Impossible!" Feng Chenglin smiled coldly with disdain: "If it were me, I wouldn't be sitting like this!"

"You?" Liao Feng sneered and shook his head: "If you don't sit and wait to die, what are you doing now?"

Isn't it a kind of waiting to die? !

"Could it be that the injuries you have suffered are not enough to teach you a lesson?"

"Lesson? Haha..." Feng Chenglin sneered disdainfully: "It's just a little bit of skin injury, what a lesson? If this lesson can fool me, I won't live now!"

"So, the pain for you is not enough..."

"This pain, it really doesn't matter... the big deal, I can break my wrist for freedom!" Feng Chenglin waved his hand disdainfully: "The head can be broken, the blood can flow, but this freedom... but it can't be trampled by anyone!!"

Liao Feng blanked his eyes: "That's because you haven't really tried despair...When you really call the sky unwilling, and the ground is not working, you will understand that the so-called freedom is far less important than your survival!!!"

"You are..."

"Fatty!" Ling Luoyu interrupted Feng Chenglin's words once again, with a meaningful lip curling: "Mr. Liao's words are reasonable! You have not reached the point of nine deaths, how can you know how to live humble... In the face of death, freedom is basically A piece of cake!"

"San Shao..." Feng Chenglin wanted to refute, but under the control of Ling Luoyu's eyes, he swallowed everything back.

Ling Luoyu turned his head indifferently: "Mr. Liao..."

"Don't dare, call me Liao Feng!"

"Brother Feng, you just said that Yaohuan can limit our strength. If you want to survive, you have to be like A Liu... Since A Liu has no cultivation base, why would he be brought on Yaohuan?"

"Yaohuan is the status of a slave. As long as you are a slave, you will be put on the Yaohuan... As for Aliu..."

Liao Feng looked at everyone around him with some playfulness.

"You ask them, why is there such an injury?"

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu looked at everyone at the same time

These people are men, women and children. Although everyone is in ragged clothes and more or less scars, it can be distinguished from their eyes and temperament. Some of them are ordinary people with no cultivation skills. , And some are people who have a good cultivation base.

"The people here, no matter how beautiful and incredible before, but now, they have only one wish...that is to live as much as possible! Try to survive in the arena!"

"What field?" Feng Chenglin was surprised.

Just listening to these three words is not a good thing! !

"The arena..." Ling Luoyu looked down, and a thin light flashed: "There is still a arena in this place?"

"Otherwise, why do you think we people are hurt so badly?"

Liao Feng smiled: "We people will be bought by others, and then there will be buyers who will make a banker bet to see who can win..."

"It goes without saying that people like us won!" Feng Chenglin interrupted him.

Even if the cultivation base is blocked, people who can practice martial arts are significantly better than those who have no cultivation base in terms of strain and strength.