"Boss Zhang is really kind-hearted."
Lin Moxin chuckled and said, "I'm not optimistic about that gladiator, so I won't bet on this one." ” Zhang Xiaohan's mind was not on Lin Moxin, she looked at the shield of the gladiatorial arena, it seemed as if she was looking at the monk inside, and said to Mu Hibiscus in her divine sense: "If, I mean if, I will kill now" Mu Hibiscus replied very quickly: "Our battle here can't be spread outside, there is a prohibition outside the gladiatorial arena, you should have noticed it when you come in, and we don't know the layout in the gladiatorial arena, how many gladiators and black-clothed friars are here, I feel that there must be Mahayana monks here, and you will kill Ling Qianqing together."
Zhang Xiaohan shook her head slowly, she didn't think about killing Ling Qianqing, Ling Qianqing had been sitting coldly on the field, it could be seen that she didn't like this kind of killing.
"Hmph, looking ahead and looking backwards, you will never be able to become a big tool."
Sister Yi snorted coldly unexpectedly.
"It's not about looking ahead, it's about winning with one blow."
Hibiscus retorted.
"Joke" Sister Yi said disdainfully: "You can all see that bringing you here must have another purpose, but you are still waiting here, waiting for the trap to appear, do you wait until they get you into the shield?"
Zhang Xiaohan was shocked in her heart, the battle on the field had already begun at this time, she stared at the field with both eyes, but her divine sense said: "Why did the predecessor say this?"
"Hey, didn't you think of it," Sister Yi mocked, "I thought you would think of it." ” "The situation that the seniors said will not happen."
Mu Hibiscus's steady voice came: "The three of us are publicized enough in Iwacheng, and Boss Zhang's background believes that the monks in Iwacheng will also inquire, and they don't dare to trap Boss Zhang here." ” Sister Yi stopped making a sound, and at this time, the monk in the gladiatorial arena was already fighting with a falcon and a snake, and the falcon and the snake, who were originally rivals, joined forces when facing the monk.
The monk had no magic weapon in his hand, and no talisman to protect himself, so he only relied on cultivation as a spell, and soon fell into passivity.
"Boss Zhang, one of your top-grade immortal stones is going to be lost."
Lin Moxin smiled skillfully: "I know that Boss Zhang doesn't care about fairy stones, but I see that Boss Zhang cares about gladiators very much." ” Zhang Xiaohan's face was pale: "Everyone is a monk, but I only know that the fight to the death will also be a performance, for the fun of other monks." ” Lin Moxin raised his eyebrows, and his eyes quickly shifted from Zhang Xiaohan's body to the fight in the field, and then turned around very quickly: "Why not, these gladiators are going to die after all, either in the hands of monks, or in the hands of demon beasts, what does it make if you die in the hands of you?"
It was hard to imagine that such a handsome girl could say such cruel words, and so carelessly, as it should be, and at this moment, there was a scream in the field, and the monk's left eye was pecked by the long beak of the tenon, and the eyeball was gouged out and swallowed.
The scream was accompanied by the applause from the stands, and the monk's body reacted slowly, and the two-headed green snake on the ground, which had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped and bit its fangs on the monk's calf.
"I'm leaving" Ling Qian stood up affectionately, her face was like frost, her eyes were cold, Lin Moxin reacted very quickly, and stood up all of a sudden: "Cousin, what are you doing?"
The cheers in the stands suddenly stopped, only the desperate shouts of the gladiators echoed, and Ling Qianqing's face was extremely ugly, as if he was holding back his anger: "I'm sorry, I'm going to go for a while." ” As she spoke, she stepped forward, but Lin Moxin immediately stopped in front of her: "Cousin" Ling Qianqing was forced to stop his steps, his eyes became even colder, and Lin Moxin said anxiously: "Cousin, it's not that I won't let you leave, but the rules of this gladiatorial arena, you can't leave halfway through the end of the arena, unless" The words came to an abrupt end.
"Unless anything" Ling Qianqing's whole body was about to release a cold qi out, and in an instant, it seemed that there was not only a power in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, but in an instant, this power disappeared, as if it was an illusion.
"Unless you play, you can play with the winner of the previous game, and if you win, you can naturally leave."
The answer was by a blackfriar standing on the sidelines.
Ling Qianqing's head looked over sharply, staring straight at the past, the man in black still stood humbly and politely, meeting Ling Qianqing's gaze, as if he didn't see the cold chill in his sight.
I see.
It turns out that this is what is waiting for you.
It's just that it's not just me and Song Chensha who have entered here today, but also Ling Qianqing.
In the arena, the monk was already lifeless, the tenon and the two-headed green snake were eating his corpse, and in the stands, the monks' eyes moved on Ling Qianqing and Lin Moxin, and the eyes of many monks were excited.
"Cousin, it's the first time you've come, you don't know the rules here, and you complain that I didn't tell you in advance, you sit down, sit down."
Lin Moxin was a little anxious, and pulled Ling Qianqing's sleeve and said.
Ling Qianqing said coldly: "Can I only fight with the winner of the previous game, if I challenge the blackfriar here?"
Lin Moxin seemed to be startled, and subconsciously looked at the black-clothed monk on the sidelines: "Cousin" "Is it only by letting others die in the shield, they themselves don't dare to go down, don't they need the best immortal stone to bet, then I will also bet today."
Ling Qianqing's voice had never been so cold, and with a wave of her hand, there were two more water-based top-grade immortal stones in her hands, and the dark and shiny top-grade immortal stones with spiritual light formed a stark contrast in her snow-white fingers.
With a "clanging bell", two top-grade immortal stones fell on the small box in front of him: "I'll use two top-grade immortal stones to see a competition between this monk and the winner in the field."
The stands were so quiet that it seemed that a needle could be heard dropping, Lin Moxin looked at Ling Qianqing with his mouth half open in surprise, and the surrounding monks also looked at Ling Qianqing in surprise, no one would have thought that she would make such a request.
"Why, are the rules just for the monks in the stands," Ling Qianqing said coldly.
"Cousin" Lin Moxin only shouted this, and then closed his mouth in embarrassment.
"It's not impossible for us black-clothed monks to end up, it's just that the weight of the two top-grade immortal stones is not enough."
A flat voice suddenly appeared, and everyone could hear it, it was the voice of the monk who had previously introduced the general situation of the auction house.
"Buy the black-clothed deacon, ten top-grade immortal stones, and the black-clothed steward end, twenty top-grade immortal stones."
The voice continued, and then it was lifeless.
Ling Qianqing paused for a moment, her face instantly turned red, although she was a city lord, it was impossible for her to take out ten top-grade immortal stones to buy a black-clothed deacon to go to a gladiatorial fight.
"The first time I came, there was such a new thing to see," a chuckle broke the silence, Zhang Xiaohan leaned on the back of the chair, and said slowly: "I also want to see how the steward here fights the demon beasts, and I want eight top-grade immortal stones." ” The corners of her mouth pulled upward, revealing a smile that was not a smile: "I don't know who to ask, do I invest eight top-grade immortal stones, or ten?"
As he spoke, his palm turned upward, and ten superb immortal stones that were also black and radiating spiritual light floated in the palm of his hand.
Song Chensha sat calmly, expressionless, as if he hadn't seen what was in front of him at all, and the two female cultivators who had a close relationship with him were standing on the same front at this time.
"As long as eight pieces are enough, only counting the total number, not counting the number of people, no matter whether the black-clothed deacon wins or loses, the ten best immortal stones are all owned by the gladiatorial arena."
With the words, Zhang Xiaohan threw his hand slightly, and the eight top-grade immortal stones "jingle bell" all fell into the small box in front of him, and the black-clothed deacon standing in a corner moved his body and walked towards the passage where they came with an expressionless face.
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Ling Qianqing glanced at Zhang Xiaohan at this time, the flush on his face receded, and he nodded slightly.
Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaohan stupidly, and there was a hint of jealousy in their fanatical eyes, they were eight top-grade immortal stones, and they were thrown into the box in front of them so casually, just to watch the battle between the black-clothed deacon and the demon beast.
It's not a gamble, it's not a bet on winning or losing, and it's time to turn the buck.
At this moment, the dead bodies of the monks in the field were almost exhausted, and Zhang Xiaohan suddenly whispered: "Strange, the monks here, I mean the monks who died in battle, why didn't Yuan Ying escape." ” After being silent for a while, a voice said: "The monks who entered the gladiatorial fight here have all been cast secret methods, and the Yuan Ying cannot leave the body.
She was answered by the monk who greeted her warmly at first.
Zhang Xiaohan snorted, and there was a sudden sound in the field, and the black-clothed deacon flew into the shield.
He was not a gladiator, so he did not need to enter from the bottom fence, and as soon as he entered the field, a flying sword flew in front of him.
Zhang Xiaohan snorted in his heart, the gladiatorial arena naturally would not let the deacon die, a monk who was fully armed in the refining period, it was too easy to kill these two demon beasts, and he also earned the harvest of ten top-grade immortal stones, which was really a good calculation.
As soon as the monk appeared, the two demon beasts immediately put down the last stump at the corner of their mouth, and looked at the black-clothed deacon vigilantly, the black-clothed deacon had an expressionless face, and his hand pointed at the flying sword, and the flying sword flickered and slashed towards the tenon, and the right palm flipped over, but it was the wind blade technique that slashed at the double-headed green snake.
The flying sword was specially entangled in the tenon, and the black-clothed deacon only cast spells, as if to deliberately make the scene more bloody, and his wind blade slashed through the snake skin of the two-headed green snake again and again, only making the snake bloody.
The cultivation of the black-clothed deacon should be in the late stage of refining, and it is effortless to fight against these two demon beasts.
The expression on Ling Qianqing's face was very unsightly, she had only heard of this gladiatorial arena, and she had seen it with her own eyes, and her heart was full of disgust, she couldn't imagine that the life-and-death struggle between monks and monks was just for the amusement of others, and if she wanted to leave, she had to be a member of the amusement.
She calmed down and didn't regret what she did, although she knew that what she did was useless, but she just couldn't bear it in her heart.
Lin Moxin next to her comforted her in her consciousness, she couldn't listen to a word, she was so angry, it was conceivable that Zhang Xiaohan, who was a rising monk.
The flying sword cut the tenon all over his body, and everyone could see that the black-clothed deacon was playing with the two demon beasts.
The atmosphere is strangely difficult to be active, everyone looks at the field, and then looks at Ling Qianqing, who has a cold face and seems to have murderous intent, and Lin Moxin, who frowns and keeps transmitting his divine sense, after all, Lin Moxin is the eldest lady of the Rock City City Lord's family, and she still has to give face.
Peeked at Zhang Xiaohan again, this Boss Zhang leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, as if he was really appreciating the fight in the field.
In the field, the tenon and the two-headed green snake also knew their fate, and fought back frantically, if they watched the gladiator perform like this, everyone would definitely shout good, but the black-clothed deacon was inside, and no one could shout out.
Suddenly, the black-clothed deacon's body stiffened, and the spell he was casting was interrupted suddenly, and the two-headed green snake seized this opportunity, jumped upward, and bit his foot in one bite, the black-clothed deacon let out a miserable scream, and struggled to slap the tongue of the two-headed green snake, but the other tongue spit out a cloud of green mist at the same time, this mist everyone knows, it is the poisonous gas of the two-headed green snake.
At such a close distance, the black-clothed deacon should have had a chance to dodge, but for some reason, he suddenly jumped up with a scream, and the fog enveloped him in an instant.
The flying sword that was fighting with Ao Teon also paused for a moment, and Ao Teon also rushed over, pecking at his face with a long beak, and a loud scream came, and everyone in the stands looked at each other, even if they cultivated to a lower level than this black-clothed deacon, they also knew that things in the field were so weird, and the black-clothed deacon obviously had the upper hand, how could he suddenly lose the enemy.
Ling Qianqing looked at the monk and the two demon beasts in the arena with an expressionless face, and his heart moved slightly, obviously this black-clothed deacon was manipulated, but who did it Zhang Xiaohan No, how could there be a chance, could it be that the gladiatorial arena was willing to lose his own cultivation late-stage cultivator for the sake of ten top-grade immortal stones Zhang Xiaohan picked up the spiritual tea on the small table and sniffed it at the end of her nose, but she only sniffed and put it down, how could she give up such a good opportunity, this is the closed underground of the gladiatorial arena, and it is dark outside, which is the most suitable activity for the gold devouring ants.
It's a pity that she only has these eight gold-devouring ants, and fortunately, she has already prepared.
"Xiaohan, what part did you let the gold-eater ant gnaw at the black-clothed monk" Hibiscus looked out through Xiaobao's field of vision, he couldn't figure out how the bite of the gold-eater ant would make this monk react so much.
If dozens of hundreds of gold-eating ants are okay, the trauma of one gold-eater ant can be completely resisted.
The corners of Zhang Xiaohan's mouth curled slightly, but he sighed: "Alas, it obviously has the upper hand."
As soon as the words fell, a snow-white primordial infant suddenly jumped out of the forehead of the monk who was rolling underground, and flew towards the second layer in a flash.
"It's a pity."
Zhang Xiaohan sighed in his heart, and then his divine sense replied, "What do you say?"
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