The No. 7 is on the court, and the opponent is No. 3, a strong man in the late Xiandi stage.

Slave No. 3 suffered some injuries and had a **** head, but he was even more fierce. Slave No. 7, who was also the late Emperor Xian, was obviously a little scared.

Slave No. 3 and No. 7 fought for a long time, maybe half an hour. In the end, the body of slave No. 7 was lifted down. It seems that No. 3 is indeed difficult.

"On the eighth, it's time for you to play!" the staff shouted.

Zhang Ye took his mind from the study of the treasure and calmed down his emotions. Although he didn't know how the original power came from, he could not avoid a fight, so he resolutely walked to the fighting arena. If there is any fear or evasion, Will be as dead as No. 7 without a whole body.

Passing through a long and narrow passage from the background, the front suddenly opened up, a round battlefield, surrounded by a powerful formation. Surrounded by tiers of auditoriums, full of seats, at least a hundred thousand people, the sound of shouting, set off a gust of wind.

"Wangcai, come on!" Near the entrance, a girl in a blue skirt called Zhang Ye like a fan.

Zhang Ye glanced at her and then turned his gaze back, full of disgust, and walked towards the number three in the court.

No. 3 is a middle-aged muscular man. He is very strong. After defeating five opponents, he still stands upright, but it is also severely damaged. There is no intact skin all over his body. Like a dying beast.

When Zhang Ye saw him, he knew that he had won this game. However, there was not the slightest joy in his eyes. When he stood for a round or two, wouldn't it be this way?

Although Zhang Ye sympathized with the number three slave, it did not mean that he would be soft-hearted. Only by working hard can he survive. This is the fate of being a slave, and the number three must be thinking like this now.

After the bell rang, the cheers of the audience became more enthusiastic. Some people shouted the number three to let the number three continue the victory; some people shouted the number eight and let the number eight end the number three.

But the eighth moved first, like a bruised beast, launching the first blow to Zhang Ye. Of course, it may also be the last blow of the eighth. Zhang Ye sank slightly, holding a shield in front of him with a shield in his left hand, and a chopping knife in his right hand. With a touch, Zhang Ye slammed into Number 8 like a cannonball, and Qingyan Miaomiao behind him.

The swordsmen and soldiers met, the arc flickered, and Zhang Ye and No.8 passed by.

The hearts of the audience were raised, and they were afraid to show up. The scene just now was too fast, and I don't know who wins or loses. But at this moment, the head of No. 8 rose to the sky, and his body fell to the ground.

"No. 8 won!" The audience who had cheered for No. 3 before also began to cheer for Zhang Ye. It is not that they were impressed by Zhang Ye's ability. As long as you stand, they will shout for you like a chicken blood. .

Zhang Ye watched the corpse of No. 3 being lifted. He couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do was to give him a happy life.

As for the blue-clothed girl, counting the bonuses, she said, "Wangcai is good!"

Zhang Ye was neither happy nor angry. He closed his eyes and adjusted his state, welcoming the next game with a heyday.

Not long afterwards, on the 9th, she was a petite woman, just like Zhang Ye, in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor.

However, the appearance of No.9 is obviously more able to win the sympathy of the audience. For this reason, some local tyrants spent huge sums of money and bought powerful treasures through the management office to give to No.9.

Before long, the Nine was almost armed to the teeth.

Zhang Ye looked moved, can it still be like this? It's too unfair, right?

Although Zhang Ye hated the girl in blue, but looked at her for help, why should he support some good equipment? But the girl in blue just waved her pink fist: "Wangcai, you can do it!"

Zhang Ye retracted his gaze, disgusted even more.

After the bell rang, No. 9 did not feel that he was fully armed to bully, and attacked Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye held his mind. Although his equipment was backward and could not be refined now, Zhang Ye was essentially a master forging, analyzing the weakness of the equipment on the nine.

However, the number nine came so fiercely that Zhang Ye was not given a chance at all, and the bright sword was chopped off like vegetables and meat.

Zhang Ye didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only defend with a shield, but before long, with a bang, the shield in Zhang Ye's hand could not withstand the attack and burst. If Zhang Ye hadn't pulled away quickly, his left hand would have exploded into pieces.

Although the repair base was equivalent to that of No. 9, the equipment gap was too great, so Zhang Ye turned around and ran away.

In the eyes of the immortal Emperor, the arena is actually not too big, and can run to the head in the blink of an eye, but this is the case, Zhang Ye, with his superb posture, flashed from the left to the right, and he just didn't let No.

During this period, Zhang Ye continued to analyze the weaknesses of No.9.

The audience watched Zhang Ye fleeing without fighting, and they scolded: "Grandson Turtle, I don't spend money to see you run for your life, turn back and fight!"

"I can't beat even a woman, fuck!"

Zhang Ye is immune to the curse of the audience, and still dodges with all his strength, but at this moment, the master-servant contract on him activates: "Don't run away, face-to-face confrontation."

Zhang Ye couldn't take a step forward, and looked bitterly at the blue-clothed girl who was smiling and moaning outside the court. Not only did this vicious woman not help herself, she also harmed herself?

Zhang Ye's heart was furious, but at this time, No.9 had already caught up and slashed towards Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye couldn't escape because of the master-servant contract, so he had to face it!

Although Zhang Ye is holding a low-quality chopping knife, his sword technique is derived from the bone knife Ahua. The knife is like a tsunami, and it is infinitely powerful. Although the Nine is well equipped, he dare not fight Zhang Ye. Touch, avoid the edge for the time being.

It's now! Zhang Ye doesn't expect this knife to be able to kill No.9. After all, her armor is very sophisticated, but if No.9 starts to shrink, it is time for Zhang Ye to fight back!

Zhang Ye stabbed No.9's armpit with a stab. No.9 was stabbed by Zhang Ye with fear because of his stature retreating.

However, with a loud sound, the armor of No. 9 bounced Zhang Ye's chopping knife away, and No. 9 looked ecstatic and swung his knife to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye avoided, and immediately stabbed No. 9's armpit again.

At the beginning of the 9th, he would still be afraid, but later, he found that his armor could completely withstand Zhang Ye's attack, and he was bolder, not dodge or avoid, just attack.

And Zhang Ye struggled to dodge No. 9's cutting knife, but he also stabbed No. 9's armpit with the knife from time to time. Although it was useless, he was so paranoid.

Slave No. 9 smiled and said, "It's useless, die!"

No. 9 seemed to have figured out Zhang Ye's way, and brewed a big killer move, and was about to cut it down at Zhang Ye.

Onlookers also applauded: "Hurry up and kill the number eight!"

Before No. 9's big killer move had been lost, Zhang Ye struck a knife and stabbed No. 9's armpit again.

When everyone laughed at Zhang Ye's futile appearance, it was so funny, never thought that Zhang Ye's inferior cutting knife, with a chuckle, actually pierced through the armpit of No. 9 until it reached the hilt.

The sword qi penetrated into the body of No.9, shattering its internal organs, and the look of No.9's eyes full of disbelief, the Qi must fall.

The audience was stunned for a long time, and then burst into more enthusiastic cheers: "Number eight, I want to raise the number eight!"

"I see, the eighth has been attacking the nine's defensive weakness before, plus the nine is too underestimating the enemy, so it was breached!"

Zhang Ye killed Number Nine, his face turned pale. Although he was not seriously injured in this battle, it was extremely exhausting.

However, Zhang Ye didn't take a break, and he hurriedly stripped the armor of No.9. Although he had pierced a corner, it was generally still usable.

However, the staff came to the field and took Zhang Ye's spoils, and carried the body of No.9 together. Even if Zhang Ye killed No.9, her equipment could not be used by Zhang Ye. This was the rule of the arena.

Zhang Ye can only be rewarded if he wants to use it.

Zhang Ye, who understood this, was very annoyed, but he also thought that he looked towards the audience in a personable manner, he was so good, and he hoped that someone could reward him with two pieces of armor.

But after all, there are only a few who can give rewards, and Zhang Ye may not be to their liking, so no one does the rewards.

Not long after, No. 10 played. No. 10 looked like a lion. In the early days of Emperor Immortal, fortunately, he didn't get the reward. Zhang Ye thought about it a lot.

After the bell of battle rang, the No.10 suddenly turned into a lion the size of a house, breathing fire in its mouth. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, a few points higher than the lethality of the Chaos Lingbao.

Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears, dodged from left to right, and shouted to the referee's bench: "Don't you care about him cheating?"

"With racial talent, it's not cheating!" The referee replied coldly, and then said, "It's you. If you don't take the initiative to attack within five breaths, it is a foul!"

Zhang Yeyi gritted his teeth~lightnovelpub.net~ You are ruthless! He turned over to avoid the lion's fire pillar attack, took two steps on the barrier of the arena, and then slashed at the lion beast with a knife.

Regardless of the fact that the lion beast cultivation base was only in the early stage of the immortal emperor, but the racial talent was agile, the limbs exerted strength, and a move, they avoided Zhang Ye's attack.

Zhang Ye flew into the air, before he came to settle down, the lion beast sprayed a pillar of fire towards Zhang Ye, and the fire wave smashed Zhang Ye against the formation barrier of the arena.

Zhang Ye was pressed on the barrier by the pillar of fire and could not move. The flame was extremely hot. Zhang Ye's immortal body was on the verge of collapse. Zhang Ye roared and thundered... Thick smoke exploded where he was, and the lion beast stopped. Breathing fire, blowing away the thick smoke, and walking towards Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye lay scorched on the ground, breathless, and apparently dead. For this, the audience began to cheer for the lion beast.

The lion beast also breathed a sigh of relief and turned into a human body to rest again, but at this moment, Zhang Ye made a violent attack, and the tenth was inevitable, and Zhang Ye was beheaded.

This sudden turning point made the audience enthusiastic. Several people even threw a few crystal nuclei in the court as a reward.

Zhang Ye wiped the scorch on his body. He pretended to be shot by the flame before. Although the temperature of the flame was very high, wouldn't it be humiliating to play with a top blacksmith?

However, the lion beast moved quickly and was difficult to get close, so Zhang Ye played with him.

Zhang Ye defeated the lion beast, seeing that he had only obtained so many crystal nuclei as a reward, his heart was bitter, and he had no treasures. These people were too stingy.

But when Zhang Ye saw a crystal nucleus in front of his heel, his eyes lit up.

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