184 The storm in the arena

Ye Feng never feels sad about losing anything or not getting anything.

Not everyone can do this, but Ye Feng has always been able to maintain a calm mood.

Some people may feel frustrated and regretful about getting a skill but not being able to use it, but when they find that they can't use it after learning the skill, Ye Feng just smiled and shook his head.

In the following time, Ye Feng opened the communication box and checked whether he had received information during this period. At the same time, he also imagined the problems that might happen in the battle with Fengzhi Summoning in his mind.

Seeing Xiaodao's message, Ye Feng's emotions fluctuated slightly. In addition to the last time Axe Zhan Qianmo, it was the first time that someone invited him to do a task together. Xiaodao obviously wanted to make friends with him, but whether to accept it or not made Ye Feng feels a little confused.

Long-term loneliness will cause one person to be rejected and interfere with others, and Ye Feng is obviously like this.

Time passed by seconds in the dark space. Ye Feng gained this long-lasting tranquility for the first time. Unlike reality, Ye Feng is empty in reality. Quietness can only bring him a feeling of emptiness and numbness, but in the game, Ye Feng can gain that sensitive and uninterrupted thinking.

In the darkness, Ye Feng hugged his knees and gradually entered a state of confusion and selflessness.

Outside the space, the special arena of "Light" has already had a big fuss.

In Hall No. 1, Fengzhi summoned a room and as soon as he entered the game, he came to the arena.

The sky was already dark, and the arena was brightly lit. After the promotion of the Black Feather Group, many players knew that the first summoner of "Light" was about to fight with the priest Fengye. Many bored people lined up early to come to the arena. Some players who were fanatical about PK, as well as some people who were simply interested in the two players of the Black Feather Group and PK, were either in the room or in the hall, waiting for the start of the PK. The PK hall opened by the Summoning of Phoenix was already out of reach.

"Young Master, that Feng Ye has not come yet." Feng Zhisong in the waiting room sat on a chair. A calm man came to him and lowered his head and said softly to Feng Zhisong.

"It's been more than an hour. The pastor must be afraid of running away!" Another man with a dark and square face spoke in a rough voice.

Fengzhi Summoned frowned, as if he was also considering this possibility, but then shook his head.

"We have all seen that demo. Do you think that a priest like that will be a runaway person? I've been waiting for an hour, so what if I wait for a few more hours?" His expression was surprisingly calm, as if nothing in the world could not move him.

The calm man and the square-faced man were stuck at the same time, as if they wanted to say something, but they still didn't speak.

At this time, the players waiting in the hall were even more dissatisfied with Ye Feng's lateness.

"Win Ye, have you been a turtle? It's been an hour since then, let's go, that guy must have escaped." A guy in a thief costume roared sharply.

"Damn it, what priest vs. The first summoning, I was deceived, the priest of the dog, escape at the last minute!" This was the companion of the thief, a rough-looking battle axe, and then the two guys left the room neatly, not knowing what to do.

"oh, shit,ta shi yi ge nuofu!" This was what a foreigner said. After saying this, the foreigner was afraid that there would be Ye Feng’s friends around him, so he glanced around and then continued to stand in place with confidence. (Sorry, Xiaobai’s English has been returned to the teacher, please read the pinyin)

But most people still have a peaceful attitude and do not complain or insult too much to the late Ye Feng.

In the front row of the hall, a knight looked at the time interface, and then said to his companion helplessly: "Hey, let's go, waiting any longer is a waste of time!"

His companion is a priest. Compared to the rush of others, this priest seems much quieter. If his face is seen by the people from the Crazy Group that were once arrogant in Green Leaf City, he will definitely recognize him. He is the little priest who once made bad things when Xiaodao and Ye Feng were pkling with the Crazy Group - Little Feng.

"Wait a little longer, I believe that Feng Ye will not run away." Xiao Xiao Feng said firmly, not only his tone, but his eyes were also full of trust. In his opinion, Feng Ye is the pride of the pastor who has always been looked down upon in "Light". Such a pastor will never do such shameless behavior as escaping at the last minute. He himself is also aiming and role modeling, constantly working hard.

"Brother, do you know that Fengye?" A fat mage next to him twisted his fat head and asked when he heard the words of the little Feng. Although the mage had a black-haired and yellow-skinned face, he had a disgusting Danrenhu, which looked like a piece of moldy bread was bounced.

"I don't know him, I just saw him." Xiao Xiaofeng said the truth, neither advocating himself nor speaking nonsense.

"Oh, that's it, young man, in my opinion, you'd better not be so confident. Fengye may be embarrassing to your priest." The fat mage heard that the little Feng didn't know Ye Feng, so his posture immediately became a little bit higher, and he looked down on people.

"Haha." Xiao Xiaofeng just smiled slightly and ignored the mage.

"Young man, why are you laughing at? Should we make a bet?" The mage couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw the little wind being arrogant. He glanced at the time interface with his own light. More than seventy minutes had passed since the challenge time given by the Summoning of Phoenix.

Humph, Fengye will never come! If this little priest dares to make a bet with me, he will take the opportunity to knock him down! The mage estimated with certainty in his heart, and then came up with a bad idea.

"What bet?" The little Feng glanced at the mage. The fat man's head was glossy and very disgusting.

"Just bet on whether Fengye will come! How?" The fat mage's round little eyes rolled around, looking cunning.

"Hmph! Are you betting on this with someone? An hour has passed. Don't you, a fat man, want to eat someone else!" At this time, a knight next to him couldn't stand it and shouted.

"Hey! Do you have any control? I bet with this pastor brother, what does it have to do with you? Do you think you don't fight here and want to go out and open a house with our family to fight one-on-one?" The mage was exposed by the knight, and he was immediately angry and looked like he wanted to tear his face to death.

"Damn it, just drive it, I'm afraid of you?" The knight was not very easy to save money. Seeing the mage's arrogant look, his hot temper suddenly exploded. He pulled out his gun and was about to pk on the spot.

The fat man was very sinister. When he saw the knight pulling his gun, he immediately hid behind other players. At the same time, a big fireball hit him. However, he didn't expect that the knight reacted very quickly and raised a shield to block the big fireball. The sparks of the big fireball suddenly splashed, causing other players around to suffer.

"Damn, this fat man is so shameless!"

"Damn it, beat him up!"

The other players around him suddenly became angry and slammed the fat man with an old punch and was honest and unceremonious. After a while, he beat the fat man up to his fullness.

"Damn, who will hit me! I am the prince! You hit me, you have to be responsible!" The fat man was still very tough, with a strong mouth, and was shouting for no reason.

"Damn it, you're the one who beats you!" A thief did not forget the rules of pk when fighting. He first invisible and ran behind the fat man, then kicked a hard kick. Although this kick was not heavy, it also made the fat man roll his eyes in pain.

"Stop!" The fat man dodged and hugged his head. Finally, he couldn't help but add a fire shield to himself. At this moment, anyone who touched him would be hurt, so the players around him finally stopped fighting.

"Hey! Forget it! Forget it! This is the room that Boss Feng has opened. You are fighting here, wouldn't you give Boss Feng face?" A thief rubbed his swollen hands and felt a little tired, so he stood aside and said as if he was nothing.

"Well, this brother is right. We have to give Boss Feng a face and let this fat man go today!" A battle axe said while looking at the fat man's fat butt with unfinished intentions.

"Damn, this fat man's butt is so exciting!"

"Fuck! Whoever fights again, I will fight him! I am the Infinite Prince who ranks 132nd in the "Light" mage profession!" "The fat man obviously suffered a great loss. His robe was extremely messy, and his hair was a bit of a mess on his head. He had to pretend to be tough, which made the players around him laugh.

"Damn it! Why are you laughing at me? I am the prince, Prince Infinite, my bloodline is very noble!" The fat man rubbed his nose that was bleeding, and a blood mark suddenly made an ugly mark on his fat face. Combined with the fat man's serious expression, the prince did not look like that. The personal soldiers who were beaten up were very similar.

This farce came quickly and collected quickly. The players who had been bored waiting were also adjusted for a while. Many players who had already planned to leave began to wait and see again.

Only the little wind was watching the fat mage quietly.

Suddenly, a small wind walked over and patted the fat mage on the shoulder.

"Is the bet I just said still enough? I bet with you! But you have to agree on the bet first!"

The fat mage was tidying up his wrinkled robe. When he heard the words of the little wind, Mung Bean's eyes were extremely shiny, and he didn't know what bad thoughts were being thought about.

"Gambling? OK! You tell me how much is the gambling! Brother will accompany you!" After rubbing the swollen nose, the fat mage was happy: The priest, it was indeed a bad pen. It was obvious that Fengye was not coming. This little priest actually wanted to bet, haha, isn't this giving me money?

"Haha." The little Feng smiled slightly: "I don't care what you bet, but I'm afraid you will regret it."

"Repent?" The fat man was excited when he heard this: "Damn, when did we Prince Infinite repent? Do you know who we are? Prince Infinite, the 132nd ranking of the mage profession in "Light" is here!" After saying that, the fat man deliberately untied the collar. Sure enough, two big words were pierced on his white chest: Prince.

This guy seemed to think that 132 digits were a very high number, or he thought that the words "Prince with a thorn in his chest were cool, his chest was so tall that he was very happy.

"Which one?" But the little wind deliberately stimulated the person: "How many of them are there for one hundred? Sorry, it's too far behind, I can't remember it."

"Damn!" The fat man's turtle was so angry that he was so stupid that the priest in front of him did not dare to explode.

"Forget it! Just bet 100,000 yuan, how about it? Is there any?" The fat man patted his wallet, 100,000 yuan, which was already a big number for an ordinary player. You should know that before level 49, Ye Feng had never had a six-digit number on his body.

"Yes." The little wind was still smiling at the fat man named Prince Infinity: "But I have to add one."

"Which one?" The fat man was afraid that the flesh from his mouth would run away. At this time, the little wind would add a little wind to ask the fat man to call him Grandpa first before agreeing to the bet. The fat man would also call him Grandpa immediately.

"Whoever loses will immediately take off his clothes and slept on the ground three times in this hall, then crawl and call himself a shameless thief while crawling, calling himself a shameless thief! Do you dare?" The little Feng said with a smile, his eyes full of sympathy and pity.
Chapter completed!