After a rainstorm, the Ghost Fang Country ushered in the brightness of the rainy sky.

It was the end of August, the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the torrential rain to cool off the heat undoubtedly took away the severe heat, and the footsteps of early autumn were approaching in the barren prairie.

In the early morning, as the gladiatorial competition approached, the gladiatorial arena of Jiuhou Villa was also full of people. The aristocracy, commoners, and slaves were in high spirits and occupied every corner of the gladiatorial arena early. There are also many people from the counties, counties and townships below who came to watch the rare gladiatorial battle ceremony this year.

Everyone who watched the battle knew that the third layer of the gladiatorial competition was about to start the most fierce battle in Jiuhou Villa. From the first gladiatorial fight today, it represents the highest level of collision in the gladiatorial arena, and its fierceness and cruelty are enough to shake the audience.

Who can stand out in the brutal fight of the third layer and become the winner of the third layer has become a matter of great attention and the topic of most concern to everyone.

Some speculative-minded people actually started gambling outside the gladiatorial arena.

"I have all the gladiator information on the third floor. Come, let's take a look, there are twenty-three people in total. This Mu Cheng is the strongest, the fourth order of the Yongquan Realm, and it is said that he has the support of a certain magnate...... This Xin Kang is not bad, I heard that he is a third-level strong gladiator. ”

"Are you betting that Mu Cheng can win the championship? Okay, please bet. If you are willing to bet five taels of silver, guess the order of the top three, and if you guess correctly, you can win an additional twenty taels of silver. ”

"Oh yes, in addition to betting on who will win, we also support betting on who will die first. ”

Soon, in front of this speculative civilian, a large number of civilians who were willing to participate in the gambling game had already gathered, but they saw that broken silver, jewelry and other currencies were all over the place.

Many civilians bet that Mu Cheng was the winner, and they made a big bet.

On the high platform, the nobles also arrived early.

However, the Ghost Marquis did not attend.

As the ruler of the Onifang Kingdom and one of the three princes approved by the Shang King, the Onihou is very busy. He not only had countless government affairs, but also led the army to attack tribes and tribes of all sizes.

The ghost country is still martial, and the ghost marquis, as the supreme ruler, has always led the army to conquer in person.

So, yesterday was the last gladiatorial match he could watch with his mother. Today, he has important things to deal with, so he no longer watches the battle.

Losing the seat of the ghost marquis in the gladiatorial arena, Mi Wuzong also became more and more arrogant, and when he saw Mi Wuhuan, he was only in a hurry, and even the number of etiquette was saved.

Mi Wuzong unceremoniously sat on the seat reserved for the ghost marquis yesterday, picked up a cup of tea and tasted it.

Hula-la.

The sound of clothes flying in the slope, a faint fragrance of jasmine came to the nose, and Mi Wu's eyes lit up, but he saw that Mi Xuefu, who was dressed in white and dressed like a fairy, had already walked in front of him.

Looking at the extremely beautiful face under the morning light, Mi Wu Zongha's son was about to flow down. He swallowed his saliva, then got up and said, "Sister Xuefu, what kind of wind blew you here? Hou Ye is not here today, why don't you sit in his place?" ”

Mi Xue Fu said: "No need, I just want to warn you that the competition must be based on strength, don't do anything behind your back." ”

"I didn't make a moth, and besides, this third layer, there is no need to make a moth. Mi Wu spread his hands, looking innocent.

Mi Xuefu stared at Mi Wuzong and said in a low voice: "I hope you are self-respecting." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the women's viewing platform.

In the early morning, Mi Wuzong was despised by Mi Xuefu for no reason, and his mood suddenly became extremely unhappy.

This Mi Xuefu usually ignores his love, but after returning to the gladiatorial arena this summer, he is looking for himself diligently, what is the reason, it must not be difficult to guess.

"Damn, this is Lao Tzu's territory, how Lao Tzu wants to come. Someone!" Mi Wu shouted angrily.

Gu Xun stepped forward quickly, "Young Master." ”

"Set up a defensive formation and announce the start of the game!" said Mi Wu.

Gu Xun said: "Yes!"

Gu Xun walked to the high platform bell, picked up the bell with his hand, and suddenly the loud sound of the bell resounded throughout the gladiatorial arena.

Hearing this bell, everyone immediately fell into a state of madness, and the game began!

"Please ask the wizard to set up a formation and strengthen the gladiatorial arena!" Gu Xun said loudly.

Eight wizards in strange costumes, standing in eight directions of the oval gladiatorial arena, heard this announcement, and immediately began to chant spells.

The gladiators of this third layer are all powerhouses of the Yongquan Realm, and it is not difficult to crack the stone between shots. After all, this gladiatorial arena was made of mud and sand brick walls, and it could not withstand the attacks of the cultivators. In order to prevent the gladiatorial arena from collapsing due to fierce fighting, the spirit array masters used formation blessings to maintain the firmness of the building.

In the midst of the sorcerers' thoughts, strange symbols flew out from the center of their eyebrows, flew into the air, expanded and stretched, and finally turned into large nets and landed on the eight directions of the gladiatorial arena.

Bang bang bang.

With the continuous sound of the falling formations, the dazzling formations fell from the sky, and they fell on the most critical or vulnerable parts of the gladiatorial arena, which was really like the breath of a god, which was extremely exquisite.

The common people have seen such a scene several times, and they can't help but bow down to the sorcerers, who, in their savage hearts, are people who can talk to the gods, and must bow down.

Eight wizards sacrificed a total of sixty-four formations, some of which were pasted on the key corners of the gladiatorial arena, and some were attached to the beams of the gladiatorial arena, which was like a huge skeleton of a giant beast, and the key bones were protected by formations, and became extremely strong between the flickering of the aura of a single annihilation.

"Young Master, the reinforcement is complete. Gu Xun asked Mi Wuzong for instructions.

Mi Wu said: "Okay, announce the start of the game." ”

Gu Xun immediately said loudly: "The game begins, please ask the challenger to come out of the south gate." ”

......

"Challenger, please come out of the South Gate!"

Gu Xun's deep voice was like an ancient bell, striking in everyone's hearts.

"Hoo ......"

Mu Cheng, who was sitting on the third floor of the gladiatorial room, exhaled the last breath of turbid breath before waking up at this moment, and his eyes suddenly opened at this moment.

In his pupils, the shape of two clusters of fire was hidden deeply, and the boiling tongues of fire were burning brightly. As Mu Cheng took a deep breath, the two flames were finally suppressed and finally returned to their normal color.

With an extremely powerful aura, Mu Cheng slowly stood up. Beyond the reach of the naked eye, countless ghostly flames burned along his skin, stirring and turning the energy around him.

"Brother Mu, it's so strong!" Wang Ersan exclaimed, his eyes full of shock.

At this moment, although Mu Cheng was still a fourth-order cultivator of the Yongquan Realm, the powerful aura emanating from his body was far beyond the past, and could even be comparable to a few cultivators who had just entered the fifth-order of the Yongquan Realm.

It was a kind of domineering coercion, a kind of energy that was as flamboyant and desperate as the god of fire, with the fiery power of destruction and incineration, which could not help but spread around Mu Cheng's body.

Cracking sound.

Mu Cheng twisted his head and neck, and at the junction of his bones, he could even feel the heat of the Fire God, this Fire God Shudan, it was really very powerful!

Under his refining and absorption for half a day and a night, the Flame God Shu Dan had been absorbed to the extreme, and at this moment, his fire sensitivity had reached its peak. He suddenly had a feeling, a king-like strange feeling, this third layer, I'm afraid that no one is worthy of being his opponent!

Mu Cheng once again looked around at this dark and damp ghost place, and suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

Farewell, this unfortunate gladiatorial arena, this dark prison years, and countless gladiators here who have gone to their deaths like fools.

After this fight, he will be free again!

Mu Cheng's eyes surrounded everyone for a week, but he saw that everyone was also secretly looking at him. Some people's eyes are full of admiration, some people's eyes are very complicated, but no matter what kind of gaze, there is a palpitating fear behind it.

They were afraid, afraid that Mu Cheng would designate himself to fight.

Of course, they didn't need to be afraid, because Mu Cheng's target was not them.

Mu Cheng's gaze wandered around, and finally landed in the dark corner. His target, the inconspicuous boy, was huddled in an inconspicuous corner, practicing inconspicuously. If it weren't for the glimmer of light emanating from his body, he would almost have been ignored by Mu Cheng.

"This guy, is he cultivating?" Mu Cheng frowned and pointed at Xia Gui.

A few gladiators who knew a little bit about it glanced at Xia Gui, then at Mu Cheng, nodded and replied, "Brother Mu, he has been cultivating since noon yesterday, and it seems that he is planning to break through. ”

Mu Cheng frowned, feeling the fluctuations on Xia Gui's body from afar.

Generally speaking, cultivators who are close to breaking through will have extremely strong true qi fluctuations around their bodies, but Xia Gui's body is extremely calm, and there is not even a trace of fluctuations, even if it is really a breeze, it can't blow the slightest wave.

And the boy's back was even calmer, as if a stone statue was thinking about it on the wall.

A hint of mockery flashed across the corner of Mu Cheng's mouth, "At this progress, I'm afraid it's still early to break through." Didn't this kid become the pinnacle of the Pulse Realm before? ”

"Brother Mu, we don't know, he's been sitting in this position for a night. The other replied.

Mu Cheng strode behind Xia Gui and shouted, "Hey, boy, it's time to fight!"

Xia Gui didn't seem to hear his voice and turned a deaf ear.

"It can't be a madman, right?" Mu Cheng frowned.

He stretched out his palm, intending to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up, and then thought about it, he was still practicing anyway, why not let him show his appearance?

Thinking of this, Mu Cheng turned around and strode towards the direction of the south gate, and stepped out directly from the south gate.