Chapter 66 Is it so weak?(2/2)
At this moment, Mr. Zhao spoke again.
Around the competition ground, countless eyes also fell on him.
"Rules are rules, do I need to say more?"
Zhao Shaohan said.
Sun Qian's expression trembled, and he obediently handed over six blood pills.
Such a high price was enough to make him feel pain for a long time.
"Thank you very much."
Chen Shaojun smiled slightly and took the six blood pills from Sun Qian's hand.
The prize for this martial arts competition was much richer than he imagined.
Six blood energy pills were equivalent to repairing a round of magic weapons, and they were enough to sustain his energy consumption for a long period of time.
These martial arts disciples are really rich!
Chen Shaojun sighed again in his heart.
"Is there anyone else? Here comes another stronger one!"
Chen Shaojun collected six blood energy pills, raised his head again, and looked in all directions.
He also understood at this time that if he wanted to hone his martial arts skills and increase his actual combat experience, he had to find some truly powerful opponents. Although opponents like Sun Qian were also powerful, there was still a big gap between him and Xiao Wan. The gap obviously cannot achieve the purpose of training.
"Presumptuous! Who does this kid think he is?"
"The kid from the local state capital is too arrogant!"
"This kid is too arrogant. Someone go out and teach him a lesson!"
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Chen Shaojun's casual words made everyone around him furious.
The capital is full of aristocratic families, as well as generals, and the children of great generals. Each family has great power, and they also receive a lot of resources in the capital. Normally, the strength of the children of the capital far exceeds that of the local state capital. of.
Those boys from local state capitals who came to the capital, arrived at the Martial Hall, taught them a lesson, and made them suffer a little, and most of them would understand the rules of the Martial Hall.
From then on, he was careful and kept his tail between his legs in the martial arts palace.
But I didn’t expect this guy to be so arrogant!
"I come!"
At this time, a voice sounded from the crowd, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a chainmail, strode out from the crowd.
Chapter completed!