Chapter 1290: Arena Challenge

He Lingchuan's mount was kept in the academy, so he walked over this time.

He was very fast, although not running, but every step was seven feet long.

Xin Yi walked side by side with him, his expression and movements calm and composed, without showing any awkwardness.

This guy's cultivation is not weak, at least his light body skills are very good, above Lu Xun. He Lingchuan remembered what he said, and the ability of someone who could be in seclusion for fifteen years in one breath would probably not be bad.

Since he left seclusion less than two years ago, why did Lingshan send him to Panlongcheng as an envoy? When it comes to intelligence transmission, Lingshan must send the person they trust most.

Only two years out of seclusion, and Xin Yi could gain Lingshan's trust? Or is it that he, like Wang Xingyi of the Mou Nation, grew up in Lingshan since childhood?

More than a hundred years, has Lingshan's way of cultivating confidants changed?

He Lingchuan's heart moved, and he asked Xin Yi: "Have you seen General Hong?"

"Not yet!" Xin Yi looked yearning. "I heard that General Hong just returned from the northwest; I hope I can see her as soon as possible! That is a Heavenly Demon, and not everyone has the opportunity to see it with their own eyes."

"Most of the time, she is General Hong." He Lingchuan didn't believe Xin Yi didn't know this.

"Understood!" Xin Yi nodded repeatedly. "I also hope to see Lady Mitian in person!"

He Lingchuan's eyes flashed: "Has Mr. Xin seen a Heavenly Demon before?"

"How could this be seen? They are all outside the sky." Xin Yi laughed. "Even the God-descending ceremony was only witnessed by ancestors, and then recorded in family history. Looking at the description, the battle is extraordinary."

He paused: "I heard that Lady Mitian descends divine traces every year on the Heaven Sacrifice Day?"

"Just arrived in Panlongcheng, and Mr. Xin's news is so well-informed?" After Panlongcheng received Lady Mitian's protection, Zhong Shengguang set the day of worship as "Heaven Sacrifice Day," and all the old and young in the city would spontaneously go to the high ground outside the city to worship Zhong Wuhan.

"Since I have been entrusted with an important task, I must do all these basic homework." Xin Yi said seriously. "To tell you the truth, the East is very interested in the relationship between Lady Mitian and General Hong, and urged me to observe carefully. After all, for thousands of years, no Heavenly God has been able to achieve perfect divine descent."

Perfect divine descent, these words are terrifying to think about, especially after He Lingchuan finished reading the last words of Immortal Minghui.

Lingshan's worry about this can be understood.

"If there really is such a thing as 'perfect divine descent,' what will be the consequences?"

Xin Yi said solemnly: "I'm afraid it will be another catastrophe for the world."

His certainty made He Lingchuan's heart jump.

Is this also someone who knows the inside story? "Mr. Xin is truly straightforward." This was all said. If it weren't for He Lingchuan's suspicion about his background, his favorability toward him would have increased just by hearing these few sentences.

Because of Lady Mitian, the cooperation between Panlongcheng and Lingshan is not without gaps, and they can only seek common ground while reserving differences. It is actually not easy for Xin Yi to be this contact person.

He sighed: "Lingshan and Panlongcheng, cooperation benefits both. Since there is a common enemy, we must have more sincerity and less suspicion."

He Lingchuan gave him a thumbs up: "A sensible person! If Lingshan all thought like Mr. Xin, we would definitely be the most intimate comrades."

Then he immediately asked: "I am also really curious, what do immortals look like?"

"What they looked like before becoming immortals, they look like after becoming immortals; as long as they don't reveal their Dharma images, they don't have an extra pair of eyes or an extra nose than us."

"Has Mr. Xin really seen them?"

Xin Yi nodded with a smile: "Yes, fortunately."

Since he is an immortal descendant and comes from Lingshan, in the eyes of the world, the immortals who are covered in clouds and mist, Xin Yi had long seen their true faces.

While talking, the Reading Hall arrived.

Even the periphery here was crowded, because the No. 8 arena facing the street was activated.

As long as people stand on the street, they can enjoy the arena competition.

He Lingchuan led Xin Yi and squeezed straight into the most crowded place.

When others saw He Lingchuan, they said: "General He is here!"

The crowd automatically separated a path, allowing them to pass without obstruction.

As soon as He Lingchuan entered the Reading Hall, the door panel greeted him and said quickly: "Boss, they are all on the arena."

He Lingchuan looked up, and sure enough, there were people standing on all three arenas, all new faces.

He didn't ask about the market, but first pulled the door panel to the side and asked in a low voice: "Fighting in the tavern, who won?"

The door panel touched his nose and stepped aside, with three soldiers standing behind him, all bruised and swollen. One was still holding his arm, so the door panel pointed to him and said: "His shoulder was dislocated, I just fixed it for him."

Huh, it seems the other side has the upper hand? He Lingchuan glanced at them, his face stiffened: "Fighting is not a matter, losing is."

Daring to fight, you have to win! The three lowered their heads, not daring to answer.

"After the injury heals, run five laps around the city!"

Panlongcheng is not small, and five laps around the city will kill people. But none of the three dared to say a word. "My subordinates also injured two of them." The door panel pointed to the arena. "The others are fine, but the white-haired one is quite powerful, knocking down these three kids alone."

The one he pointed to was standing on the No. 8 arena, a lean man in his early twenties, with a full head of white hair, eyes like hawks, revealing a fierce light.

The door panel continued: "When I arrived, both sides were cursing with real fire and fighting with real fire, one step away from killing people."

People were almost killed, and the dirty words were even more flying.

He Lingchuan finished asking and came back to find Xin Yi: "Mr. Xin, do you know these people on the arena?"

"So it's these few kids." Xin Yi nodded. "They came with me in the same batch, and they haven't been in the city for more than three days. They come from three Daoist sects and are all old birds on the battlefield."

He Lingchuan pointed to the No. 8 arena: "Who is that white-haired one?"

"His name is Sha Wei, and he was promoted to deputy general in the army. I heard that there was an opportunity to come to Panlongcheng, so he volunteered."

"I heard this is a life-and-death arena?" Sha Wei was inviting a battle. "If you want to come up and die, hurry up, don't just beep your mouth in the tavern!"

As soon as he spoke, the military and civilians under the stage became quiet. Many people looked indignant, but didn't make a sound.

"Why, don't you dare to come up to the arena without rules?" Sha Wei sneered. "Before I came, I heard that Panlongcheng's warriors were as tenacious as poplars and as good at fighting as tigers and wolves. Why did they all become cowards when it came to this life-and-death moment?"

This strike surface was too wide, and many Panlong warriors were so angry that their shoulders shrugged, suppressing the impulse to rush onto the stage.

Xin Yi frowned and wanted to call this arrogant kid down, but was stopped by He Lingchuan raising his hand.

"I like good warriors." He Lingchuan laughed lightly. "Good warriors all have personalities."

This is not a polite remark. Warriors should be hot-blooded, and he didn't dislike Sha Wei's invitation to battle, and the people of Panlongcheng didn't dislike it either.

Want to be famous, want to show off? Then let him show off, as long as he has the ability.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1291 =====