Chapter 1858: Difficult fat man

Luo Zheng’s ranking in the Hall of the Gods was quickly promoted, attracting unprecedented attention.
But he is not clear about himself.
After ten consecutive victories, Luo Zheng finally decided to breathe through the halls of the gods.
When he opened the door of the room, the bottom of the door was so dense that the real was surrounded by water.
These subordinate gods did not expect that Luo Zhenghui would come out now. They exchanged their own situation with each other. They guessed who the anonymous person was. When the door opened, everyone was quiet at the same time. This scene is very strange.
Luo Zheng swept the crowd and then asked faintly: "You look for me... Is there anything?"
Those of the lower gods looked up and down and asked for a trace of clues from him. There was no specific feature in the body. In order to maintain anonymity, he also turned his own long shirt into a light blue. .
"I want to challenge you!" someone shouted.
When the first person challenged, the others started, and almost swarmed.
"Can I challenge you, my ranking is 70%..."
"Choose me!"
Few people in the arena are so fragrant.
In their eyes, the anonymous person who participated in the leap-forward warfare may be defeated at any time and any place. Once they win the anonymous person, they can also get rich rewards!
Losing to anonymity is just a small loss of points, and everyone is willing to do this kind of experiment!
"If you win me, I can give you 20 extra coins!" I don't know who is the one who makes a move.
Twenty Shenwu coins are not a big number for the next true in the floating island.
So soon someone will follow the trend!
"Forty gods, as long as you promise my challenge and win me..."
"Two hundred gods and coins..."
"three hundred……"
Just like an auction, the group of true gods in front of Luo Zheng began to increase the code.
"Can still be like this..." Luo Zheng looked at the crazy guys with a stunned look. This scene is also unexpected for Luo Zheng, but he is quite happy to see this scene.
However, according to the rules of the Hall of the Gods, only those who are qualified to challenge Luo Zheng are ranked higher than him, and the next 100 true gods, totaling two hundred people, and the next true gods in the current ranking, on the floating island It is not a particularly top-notch existence, and naturally it will not be particularly rich.
After several rounds of bidding, the final bid was a fat man with a fat body. He offered a price of 550 yuan.
These people were so enthusiastic, because losing to Luo Zheng is not a big deal, but losing a battle with 500 yuan of God's money, this is not something ordinary people can afford.
"Five hundred and fifty gods, how?" The fat man stared at Luo Zheng and said loudly.
"Completion," Luo Zheng smiled slightly, earning a lot of points while earning a lot of Shenwu coins, why not?
"I am 760,800!"
After the fat man left his room, he looked very happy, and he ran towards his room.
More than five hundred coins are really distressing for the fat, but it is worthwhile in the eyes of the fat man.
In his opinion, even if he really lost to Luo Zheng, he can also force Luo Zheng’s killer to judge the origin of Luo Zheng...
Luo Zheng had just returned to his room and saw a ray of light on the wall of the room. There were dozens of requests to challenge himself.
In the face of these challenges, Luo Zheng did not care, and then accepted the challenge of the fat man.
"Hey..."
As the surrounding scenery changes, a new environment appears around the Luo Zheng.
"what?"
Luo Zheng’s eyes showed a strange color.
The environment in the former arena is the same. It is a plain and infinite plain, and there is a clear starry sky. Luo Zheng has been fighting from the witnesses of the war to the present, all of which are exactly the same environment without any change.
However, this time it was different. He was in a snow and ice. The foot was a slippery ice layer, and there were huge fish swimming under the ice. The fist-sized snow fell in the sky. , issued a "squeaky" cracking sound.

Why is the environment of this arena different?
Luo Zheng asked curiously.
The fat man heard the sound of Luo Zheng’s surprise, then he laughed. "You don't know this?"
Luo Zheng shook his head. "I don't know."
"The arena are free to change the scene, but you need to pay a certain amount of points," said the fat man proudly.
"Change the scene..."
Luo Zheng glanced at the snowy surrounding white snow, and then said faintly: "This is not a fantasy, but a world that is actually built. In this world, it is necessary to cultivate the ice law, or the true of the snow god. ""
"The correct answer," the fat man smiled, only to see him swaying his fat belly, a cold ice mark slowly condensed out of his belly, and soon a silhouette of the armor appeared, it turned out to be a Piece of ice armor.
"Snow-printed Shinto," Luo Zheng did not have much interest in the fat man's supernatural powers. His innumerable ruler has already absorbed the snow-printed Shinto. "This is somewhat unfair. Since the arena are the places where the true gods compete with each other, they should If the platform is generally fair, if the environment can be changed at will, who is willing to choose an environment that is beneficial to them?"
When the fat man heard Luo Zheng’s words, he smiled again, and stretched out his bulging legs on the ground, and saw a frosty vortex on the ground. From the vortex, a six-foot long stick appeared. The surface of the stick is covered with the texture of the snowflake. It seems to be the condensation of the snowflake. He grabs the long stick and continues to say: "You think that the arena of the gods is just a downfall, and it is too small to look at it. The arena of this arena is twisted and twisted. What is covered is far from what you imagined, and everything can be pursued here, but there is no fairness! Haha!"
"What do you mean..." Luo Zheng did not understand the fat man's words.
This fat man no longer cares about Luo Zheng, waving a long stick in his hand, and then jumped up and rushed toward Luo Zheng!
At the same time, Luo Zheng's feet were strangely experiencing a burst of white fog, and the white atomized into a piece of snow quickly spread, the temperature around Luo Zheng began to decrease rapidly, and the whole person became slow.
In contrast, this fat man was extremely agile, almost in the blink of an eye, before Luo Zheng, a long stick was headed down to him.
Luo Zheng’s face did not change at all. He didn’t even block it. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the stick.
At this stage, Luo Zheng’s opponents can still be crushed with great strength, and Luo Zheng does not need to think too much.
Unexpectedly, the fat man showed a strange smile at this moment. At the same time, Luo Zheng seized the moment of the long stick, and felt that the hand was slightly cool. The long stick turned out to be a snowflake... Then Luo Zheng took a look at the backhand. The hand knife smashed on the face of the fat man, and this "fat" turned out to be a smashed snowflake in front of Luo Zheng.
"I knew that your power is extraordinary, but it is just too naive to rely on strength to win me."
The strength and characteristics of the anonymous person have already spread in the next true God. Many true gods have studied the characteristics of Luo Zheng, and the fat man is obviously prepared.
The fat man’s voice rang behind Luo Zheng’s body, and there was a whistling sound. The fat man’s hidden technique turned out to be a ghost. At the same time, he had posted on the back of Luo Zheng and launched an attack.
Luo Zheng did not say anything, his body suddenly twisted, and he kicked back and kicked.
"Hey..."
After kicking in, the fat man was once again turned into a pile of snowflakes, and the snowflakes that were kicked by Luo Zheng suddenly fluttered, such as thousands of silver bugs flying, so beautiful...
"wrong again!"
The fat man finally smiled and finally appeared, behind the Luo Zheng, the white white stick in his hand turned a little bit of ice mark, suddenly squatting on the back of Luo Zheng.
However, this stick only gently touched Luo Zheng's back, leaving a faint frost mark, which did not cause substantial harm to Luo Zheng.
After he hit the stick, the whole person quickly rolled away like a ball and opened the distance with Luo Zheng. One hand braved the coldness and constantly stroked the top of the long stick. It seemed to perfuse the long stick. What is it.
His face is still a smug smile, as if the winner is in the grip.
Luo Zheng stood in the same place, his face was unprecedentedly dignified, and the fat man left a mark on his back. I don’t know what it is. Although this fat man uses the snow-printed Shinto, the gods are ever-changing, and the use of the supernatural powers is not available. A few, this scene does reveal strange surprises.