On the day of the start of the Martial God Field, Shao San's game was arranged in the front, and it was used as an appetizer, and the ghost hunter was the finale in the back.

The inside of the Deserted Sky Arena has not changed much from the other day, the only thing that has changed is that all the vendors who set up stalls in it are gone, and the jewelry shops are all closed, so the road is much wider.

Early in the morning, someone went to the door of the inn to pick them up, and the ghost hunters walked among the waiters who received them, and the streets were full of people who stopped to watch the ghost hunters, and the overcrowded posture was like rushing to see the groom's official parade on the street.

"It's strange, why hasn't the moon come back yet?" The ghost moved his nose and still couldn't smell a trace of the moon's breath at all, but he inadvertently smelled a special smell.

The smell was strange, with a hint of decay mixed in with the scent of the woman's rouge powder, and a bit of déjà vu.

"Where have you smelled it before?" the ghost hunter couldn't remember.

As far as the eye could see, the streets were crowded with people, and the hunters were dazzled for a moment, and they no longer had the heart to find the source of the smell.

He didn't like the sunshine first, and secondly, he didn't like such a crowded scene, he only felt chest tightness and shortness of breath along the way, and followed the Wasteland Marquis with a stiff face all the way to the Wasteland Arena in a daze.

On the contrary, Shao San liked this kind of scene very much, laughing constantly along the way, waving to pedestrians on the side of the road from time to time to show that it was particularly conspicuous, especially yesterday he also deliberately shaved his long hair, at this time, the shiny big bald head reflected the light of the scorching sun like a walking sun, which made the ghost hunter subconsciously retreat from him and was reluctant to approach.

The reason why he shaved his hair was that he had to coil his hair with a helmet for long hair, which was very troublesome, so he simply shaved it······

It wasn't until I entered the Martial God Field that the ghost hunters in the backfield got real quiet. The backcourt of the Valkyrie Field is different from the surrounding backcourt of the arena in that there are no weapons and armor on display here. Instead, it was full of immortal fruits and food for the martial gods to rest and replenish their strength.

It's not hard to understand why a Valkyrie doesn't have his own weapons, and the battle between masters is likely to fail because of the details, so a good rest is more important for the contestants.

Besides, even if there are no weapons, the Deserted Sky Arena will fund it to be built for them, so the Wild Sky Marquis wants to send their armor to the ghost hunters is not a temporary idea for no reason, it is that there is this tradition in the first place, he originally wanted to push the boat down the river to accumulate personal favors for himself, but he didn't want to fight but was cheated lightly.

After a while, except for Shao San and the ghost hunter, everyone was invited out of the backyard, even the Huangtianhou was no exception.

Shao San began to gobble up as soon as he came in, wishing that he had two more mouths. These fruits are not ordinary, they contain true qi, and drinking water is the nectar of heaven and earth, and the ingredients are also carefully cooked by the chef, not to mention the full banquet of the Manchu and Han Dynasty but also exquisite.

"Why don't you eat some?" Shao San swallowed the sea and did not forget to greet the ghost hunter between eating.

The ghost hunter didn't want to talk to him today and ignored him, and Shao San was not surprised, but the ghost hunter couldn't help but be curious when he saw him eating so deliciously.

"Is it so delicious?" Thinking about it, he glanced at it, and finally chose a relatively appetizing fruit again and again, picked it up and took a bite gently, and suddenly the fruit was really angry, and a cold current penetrated into the stomach, which couldn't help but make people shake in this hot weather.

The ghost's irritable heart was relieved by this, and then he put down the fruit he had bitten tightly and sat down on the side.

"Ahh

It's nothing in normal times, but how can the ghost hunter look at Shao San so unhappy today, this matter suddenly ignited like a spark falling into dry firewood, and the irritability that the ghost hunter had just calmed down instantly rose and even turned into anger.

"Ang!" the ghost hunter snorted, ready to rush up and give Shao San a kick, but he instantly restrained himself on the verge of a critical explosion.

The hysteria of the ghost hunter has been committed again.

"What's wrong with you?" Shao San turned his back when he heard the voice.

"You!can!no!can!first!don't!ride!reason!I!"," the ghost gritted his teeth and jumped out word by word.

"You-"

"Ang!" the ghost hunter glared angrily, and a howl was like a dragon's groan, shaking Shao San's words back, and there was quite a smell of gunpowder.

Faced with the hostility of the ghost hunter, Shao San was at a loss and a little annoyed at the same time. Of course, he knew that the ghost hunter was capricious, but he couldn't figure it out, inexplicably, what did he provoke him?

Just when the four eyes met, one side was irritated and angry, and the other side was annoyed and dazed, the door of the Martial God Field opened, accompanied by strong cheers.

"Please invite Shao San Martial God to play!" a loud voice came.

Suddenly, the embarrassing scene was alleviated, Shao San hurriedly picked up the helmet and hastily put it on his head and walked out, and at the same time took out the spear from the Sumeru Na ring in his hand, if it wasn't for the fact that this martial god field started in time, maybe he and the ghost hunter would really have to fight.

"Ahh

"This dead bald head!" the ghost gritted his teeth, and wanted to beat Shao San. As for why, he didn't know, anyway, he was angry at Shao San's bald head.

"Calm down, calm down! It's time for me in a while, meditate first and calm down!" The ghost hunter forced himself to meditate, forcibly suppressing the nameless fire in his heart and the irritability in his head, longing for cultivation to calm him down.

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In everyone's point of view, I saw a man like a steel beast carrying a slender wire that did not match his thick body, and strode out, this person immediately looked much smaller when he came out of the martial god who had been famous for a long time opposite, although the two were actually about the same height, but no matter how you look at it, the martial god is too thin.

This person is Shao San!

"Wow, this big guy is really heroic, I don't think three or four martial gods are not necessarily his opponents!"

"Hehe, layman, the martial god represents the ultimate in martial arts, three or four?

"Just look at the posture, this person may have two brushes!"

The audience in the stands was full of discussions, and Shao San's appearance frightened them.

"Shao Martial God!" the martial god on the opposite side clasped his fists and saluted.

"Eh, what's the other party's name?" Before the game, the Deserted Sky Arena would give the fighters on both sides the basic information such as each other's names, and Shao San heard it just now, but he couldn't remember it now.

"Hehehe! Just call me Shao San, what a martial god and martial god!" Shao San smiled and replied, wittily alleviating the embarrassment.

"Please respect the title of Martial God!" Seeing Shao San's contempt, the other party was a little unhappy.

"Come on!" Suddenly the light flashed, the opponent's armor was added, and there was an extra half-meter-long cane in his hand, and he didn't talk nonsense, he would fight when he met.

"Ahh

Shao San was like a clumsy elephant being played by a monkey, and the martial god's cane struck his body again and again, and he screamed in pain.

In the continuous attacks of the Martial God, Shao San kept the day after tomorrow, holding a spear in his hand but wielding it clumsily like a stick, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Cut!" boos rang out from across the arena.