(Third more!)

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The city is very large, and the power of the sword's unparalleled soul can only cover a small area, and there is no breath of the gods.

"That weird behavior is so weird, I just asked, he seems to be in the arena now." Yun Zhendao.

"Fighting arena?" Jian Wushuang moved inwardly and nodded slightly. "Then, please ask Lord Yun to wait for a while. I'll see him first. If he is willing to directly exchange Zijinsha to me, he can save a lot If he is unwilling to surrender ... I will ask Master Yun to take the shot with me to force him to surrender with absolute strength. "

"No problem." Yun Zhen agreed very easily.

Zijian Wushuang got the second drop of Zijinsha. This is the scope previously agreed. Of course, Yunzhen must contribute.

Jian Wushuang immediately went to the city in front, and soon came to a giant gladiatorial field in the center of the city.

The gladiatorial field is vast and large enough to accommodate millions of people at the same time. On the huge center of a large performance martial arts field, there are two chaos gods fighting frantically.

Luo Yuyu ’s fighting in the arena is endless and endless. It ’s insane. One of the practitioners must die before this battle ends.

Because of this, this arena will attract many practitioners.

As now, around that performance martial arts field, countless practitioners sat there, screaming and screaming wildly.

One of them was the fiercest.

It was a tattered black robe, and his hair was extremely messy, and his body was dirty, like a beggar old man.

"Haha, apprentice, come on, kill him !!!"

"Don't entangle him, just twist his head off!"

"Suppress, stop him, don't embarrass the old man!"

The oldest man had the loudest voice and the harshest, which caused many practitioners around him to look at him.

Jian Wushuang appeared in the gladiator arena and looked at the old man at a glance.

"He, is that weird?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the old man looked like a strong man from his appearance to his manners, Jian Wushuang felt very clearly. There were many practitioners in the gladiator arena, but only this old man. The breath hidden on the body is extremely powerful, and it is obviously a true god.

As for the two men who were at war on the playing field, a burly man seemed to be the old-fashioned disciple.

"Send his disciple to this gladiatorial arena to kill him, he is not afraid that his disciple will be killed?" Jian Wushuang muttered in his heart.

He can see that this old-fashioned disciple is just a second-class demon, and his combat power is just average. It is not very powerful. His opponent is also a second-class demon, so he continues to fight. It is not necessarily who lives last.

However, luck seems to be on the side of the wind-evil disciple, and the final result is that he wins.

His opponent was directly bombarded by his head, but his own shoulder was also pierced with three fingers, leaving three blood holes, and his face was extremely pale.

"Haha, I won, I won again!" The wind-evil ecstatic immediately rose, and the whole man seemed extremely crazy.

In a corner of the gladiatorial arena, a middle-aged man with a fat body feels extremely greasy, but his face is gloomy.

"Supervisor, this man has won three games in a row. The win is also the demon of our gladiatorial arena. The fiercest old man we called is the master of this man. In the beginning, the divine power was on his disciples. In three games, we lost a lot. "A waiter in black next to him respectfully said.

"How much have you lost?" The obese middle-aged asked coldly.

"The crazy old man weighed a thousand drops in the first game, and then won 2,000 drops in the second game and 4,000 drops in the third game. After winning all three games, the crazy old man alone, we will Lost seven thousand drops of early magical power, not even the pressure of others. "Said the waiter in black.

"Seven thousand drops of divine power at the beginning, isn't it equivalent to the top and bottom of all the top-level gods?" The obese middle-aged looked ugly. "Staring at the two of them and waiting for them to leave the arena, they killed them directly. They will take back all the lost power in the early years, and their Qiangyun ring. "

"Yes." The waiter in black arranged immediately.

Opening a huge arena in Luoyuyu's nine cities, the annual net profit is scary.

But the reason why there is such a high profit, in addition to the benefits on the bright side, there are also some special means in the dark.

Like now, the seven thousand drops of magical power in the early days are already worthwhile to use some means in this arena.

Soon, Fengguai took his disciples and left the arena.

Not long after coming out of the arena, it was on the street.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

With more than 20 figures, they surrounded the wind and the strange duo.

"Master."

The strong man's face changed, he was just a second-class demon, but now all of them appearing in front of him are powerful demon realms ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ of which there are enough second-class demon There is even a first-class demon.

"Old man, obediently surrender all the early magic power you won from the gladiator arena, as well as your Qiankun ring, I can spare you not to die." The first-class demon yelled coldly.

"Oh, there is no such thing as a lunch in the world, but your idea hit the old man's head. It's really stupid." Feng Laoqi sneered.

Huh!

His body suddenly moved, and a black figure flickered on the street.

A moment later he returned to his place.

The sturdy man looked around blankly, but found that the twenty or so people around him, including the six second-class gods and the first-class gods, fell down together.

Blood shed all over.

The strong man was horrified first, but followed with ecstasy.

He knew that he had met the Master, and his Master is definitely a shocking superpower, and it is likely to be the pinnacle god, no, maybe he is stronger!

"Actually, let's go." Feng Laoguai said.

The strong man immediately nodded and walked forward.

But after only two walks, the pace of the old man stopped again.

"Huh?" Feng Fengguai looked up, but found a young man with a sword on the street in front of him, walking slowly around his arms.

"Someone else?"

A strange wonder rose in the heart of the old man.

He had just swept around by the power of his soul, but did not find the existence of this person.

And although the man in front of him looked so young, he felt a sense of imperceptibility.

This makes the wind boss even more unexpected.

Finally, the young man with the negative sword walked in front of the wind old monster.

"Hello Senior."

Jian Wushuang yelled, and his expression was humble.

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