Junior Disciple C

Chapter 164

Inside the lounge of the Colosseum.

"It's about to start." Batu reminded Feng Ye with the sound of Shimen moving in front.

Feng Ye let out a "huh", he stood up, his eyes swept over the faces of the people around him one by one, he recognized every face, although they didn't get along for a long time, but they were about to share life and death together.

He was looking at everyone, and everyone was looking at him. Unlike the previous two times, when the stone gate opened, none of them left first, and they all waited for Feng Ye tacitly.

Feng Ye's gaze started from Batu who was standing beside the stone gate, and ended with Wu Yi who was standing beside him. After looking at everyone, he took a step forward.

With Feng Ye leading the way, the rest of the people standing in place like stone statues finally took a step. They kept the step distance and did not exceed Feng Ye.

Feng Ye walked in the front alone. He walked to the second stone gate. Before the second stone gate opened, he had to choose a good weapon first.

There are good weapons and bad ones. In such a life-and-death fight, if you get a good weapon, you will have a higher chance of surviving.But this time no one came forward to fight for it, they let Feng Ye choose first.

Feng Ye didn't need to choose, he had a clear goal, he gripped the rusty iron sword tightly, and pulled it out of the weapon rack.

Only then did the rest of the people go forward to get the weapons one after another. Batu went to get the long wooden warehouse and came back. He leaned on the handle of the gun and asked Feng Ye: "Do you want to change it? That sword is too rusted. , why not use my gun, the blade is new, much sharper than that sword."

Batu was a good intention, but Feng Ye declined it with a smile: "No, I'm used to using a sword. No matter how sharp the tip of a spear is, I'm not used to it. Instead, it's better to use a sword."

What Feng Ye said was true, he didn't have the almost instinctive feel when he picked up various other weapons when he used a sword, but these words were incomprehensible to the ears of others.

A brand new weapon is left unused, so do you have to take a rusty iron sword?

Everyone felt that Feng Ye's chances of defeating the headless ghost were getting slimmer.

But no one talked too much, Feng Ye chose life and death by himself, so it was up to him to make the decision.

After another sentence of persuasion from Batu, Feng Ye still refused, so he stopped talking.

During the silent waiting, the time became long, Feng Ye opened and clenched his sword hand, he was a little nervous.

His opponent is an extremely evil ghost with unpredictable strength, but he is just a mortal human being.Just as others had no faith in him, he didn't really have much faith.

But this is not allowed, if even he does not have the confidence to win, then there is no need to fight this battle, he will definitely lose.

So he forced himself to build up his confidence, and in order to divert the tension that was fermenting in the silent waiting, Feng Ye suddenly spoke to Wu Yi.

"Are you homesick?" He asked Wu Yi who kept his head down and wondered what he was thinking.

He asked this question suddenly, Wu Yi raised his head in surprise, and accidentally bumped into Feng Ye's eyes, and he lowered his head even faster.

He whispered: "Think, think..."

Just this one word, he said it in a daze, his nervousness can be seen.

"We will go back." Feng Ye promised.

Although he doesn't remember everything before he came to the Xiqiang imperial city, the village in the distance that has been trampled down by Xiqiang's iron hooves should be his home.

Even if the word home has never been seen, even if it is far away in the sky, it can give people an inspiring power.Feng Ye told Wu Yi and himself, he used this promise to soothe his restless heart.

After finishing speaking, he felt that the power of the words was a bit weak, so he reached out and patted Wu Yi's shoulder.However, Wu Yi didn't seem to be appeased. When he put his hand on Wu Yi's shoulder, Wu Yi's body trembled twice.

Feng Ye was a little puzzled, he wasn't a scourge, he looked at his empty palm, there was nothing in his hand, why was Wu Yi shaking?

He wanted to see Wu Yi's expression to find the answer.But he found that Wu Yi's head was buried even lower, and he couldn't see it at all.

The doubts in Feng Ye's heart became heavier. In the past four days, he didn't seem to have seen Wu Yi's face.

Wu Yi seemed to be avoiding himself on purpose?Why?Feng Ye stared at Wu Yi and thought.

Although Wu Yi didn't raise his head, he could still feel Feng Ye's gaze. He clenched his fingers unconsciously, trying to pretend to be nonchalant and gossip with Feng Ye to reassure Feng Ye of his doubts, but the words came to his lips , he realized from his trembling lips that he couldn't do it.

He was too nervous and too scared.

Not only will his opening his mouth not dispel Feng Ye's doubts, but it will deepen Feng Ye's doubts.So he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Just thinking about it can't come up with a result. After staring at Wu Yi for a while, Feng Ye saw that the other party still didn't raise his head or respond to his intentions, so he prepared to ask directly.

"you..."

He just said a word, the sound in front of him overwhelmed his voice.

It was all too familiar, the sound of Shimen moving.

Like a curtain that was slowly opened, the light changed from narrow to wide, and the dark corridor became brighter with the opening of the stone door. Feng Ye's pupils shrank, allowing himself to adapt to the change in light.

He didn't continue to ask, because the decisive battle would begin after the stone gate was opened, and he had no chance to ask.

He took a step forward and walked into the sun from the corridor. He looked up and saw the familiar Xiqiang nobles who often came to the Colosseum to have fun, and he also saw the mysterious ghost-faced priest.

The ghost-faced priest was at the top. He occupied the position with the best view, looking down at the crowd below.

In fact, he doesn't come to the Colosseum very often, the priest is no more than this group of dandies who are idle every day, he has a lot of business to do.He seldom had free time, but this time it was his ghost generals who were going to enter the arena to fight, so he naturally wanted to watch the battle.

He still wears a mask. Although wearing a ghost mask is a tradition in Xiqiang, everyone from soldiers to generals wears it.But outside of work, no one likes to have their face covered with things all day long, so Xiqiang people generally don't wear masks when they are resting.

Coming to the Colosseum to watch the battle is obviously not considered a job. This is a venue for fun, but the ghost-faced priest still wears a mask, making people unable to discern his expression behind the mask.

Although he couldn't tell, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, Feng Ye always felt that the person behind the mask was staring at him.

Feng Ye looked back at the other party without avoiding it. In fact, to a certain extent, this ghost-faced priest was not very tall, but a normal man's height. Feng Ye's inner fear was even worse than facing those extremely evil ghosts. Even worse.

In the eyes of the world, the eight ghost generals under the ghost-faced priest are very powerful, and the ghost-faced priest who can command these eight ghost generals is also very powerful.

But this kind of power is the power of external tools. The ghost-faced priest himself is not good at fighting, he is only good at refining ghosts.

No one has ever heard that the ghost-faced priest has personally fought with others. He always travels in a sedan chair, and rarely walks by himself.

Under such meticulous service, it is already very rare to have a body that is out of shape, let alone have any combat power. For example, those noble teenagers who are also used to being served on the spectator platform, if they really fight, it is estimated that even Wu Yi can't beat them.

Therefore, in everyone's perception, if the ghost-faced priest is separated from the eight ghost generals, he will be no different from ordinary people. Not to mention that he will fall when the wind blows, but he will definitely not be able to beat a trained ordinary soldier.

There was no reason for Feng Ye's fear, it was just his intuition.

There was a whistle from the viewing platform, which was a cry of excitement.

Feng Ye withdrew his gaze and stopped looking up. He looked straight ahead, and another stone door directly opposite was slowly opening.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the stone gate, like some wild beast.

Feng Ye restrained all distracted thoughts. This headless ghost has not yet shown up, but it has also brought him unparalleled pressure. He must concentrate on it.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, there was also the harsh sound of metal dragging on the ground and rubbing against the ground.

Feng Ye suddenly saw sparks in the dark corridor, where did the sparks come from?

He blinked and realized that the spark was no illusion.

The headless ghost's nine-ring knife was too heavy. When he was dragging on the ground, he seemed to swing the knife, so the blade rubbed against the ground, and sparks flew.

He finally came out of the darkness.Feng Ye's gaze moved up as the opponent advanced, and he saw a very tall man, so tall that he had to lift his neck to see the opponent's face.

Although they are separated by dozens of meters, due to the angle of sunlight, the already tall shadow of the headless ghost is stretched longer, and the shadow covers the place where Feng Ye is, just like that so powerful that it is hard to breathe. pressure.

This is... a headless ghost!

The shouts on the spectator platform grew louder. The headless ghost that the foreigners were frightened by was actually the war god of the Western Qiang. Those noble boys were very excited. They finally had the opportunity to see the supernatural power of the headless ghost.

Amidst the shouts, the headless ghost nearly three meters tall carried the Nine Ring Knife on his shoulder. The back of this knife is wide and thick, and it looks like it is made of high-quality tungsten steel. While the tungsten steel is hard, it is dense and It's huge, but it weighs a hundred catties, but it's not an exaggeration.

But it didn't take much effort for him to pick it up. His muscles were strong, and the muscles in his arms were even more protruding. His forearms alone were thicker than Feng Ye's thighs.

Comparing the two, it seems that the superiority and inferiority have already been established.

Humans can't compete with evil spirits, and no one ever thinks that humans can win.There was no suspense in this duel, the only exciting part was how the headless ghost cut off the heads of this group of people, arranged them one by one, and piled them up into a mountain.

The spectators on the spectator stand were gearing up, they were so excited that they wanted to start immediately, they couldn't wait.

However, amidst the excitement, the audience suddenly realized that the group of slaves were all huddled in the corridor and did not come out.

Only Feng Ye came out.

How can this work, what value does a person have, and isn't he killed by the headless ghost immediately?So the boy who spoke to the priest last time stood up again. He has the best family background, and this group of people has always followed him as an example.

This time it was still him who took the lead. He wanted to order the soldiers to drive out all the slaves who were hiding in the tunnel and refused to come out.

However, when he made a movement just now, the priest whose back was turned to him and who should have been unable to see his movement raised his hand.

This means to stop.

The boy didn't know why, but out of respect for the priest, he stopped what he was doing and sat back in his original position.

The rest of the people were also very confused. They didn't understand what the priest wanted to do. They turned their gazes down to the only person who came out.

I saw Feng Ye raised the blade of the sword in his hand inch by inch, and pointed the rusty blade in the direction of the headless ghost.

He's declaring war on the headless ghost? !

The same astonishment appeared on different faces, the faces of the Xiqiang people.

Surprise is followed by absurdity, what did they see?A lowly slave declaring war on their Western Qiang God of War?

One-on-one declaration of war?

Contemptuous laughter rang out one after another, and there was a bit of pity in the ridicule, pity for the shallow knowledge of these slaves and their overreaching.

And among the crowd of laughing people on the high platform, the priest wearing the ghost mask didn't smile from the beginning to the end, he just looked at it like this, condescendingly.

Feng Ye was not affected by those sneers, he had nothing else to do, he only had eyes on the evil ghost opposite him at the moment.

Because the headless ghost played a rare battle today, the officers and soldiers in charge of the Colosseum specially brought in war drums to cheer up the nobles in order to please them.

A shirtless drummer stood on a high platform, beating the drum heavily.

"Boom!"

Like thunder on the ground, it swallowed up all other sounds.

Loud noise and silence at the same time.

As the sound of the drum sounded, the Headless Ghost took the Jiuhuan Knife from his shoulder, and Feng Ye, his fingers holding the sword were clenched tightly one by one. At the moment when the blade of the Nine Ring Knife was moving forward, he also shot at the Headless Ghost. charged.

The battle between humans and ghosts begins with the sound of drums.