The Dust City Lord suddenly released his momentum, and the space around the dragon wings instantly froze himself. Long Yi didn't expect that the other party would suddenly make a move without giving the slightest face, feeling despised by the other party, anger suddenly arose in his heart, the golden light on his body burst out, and his wings moved behind him.

Seeing that Long Yi was about to break free from the ban, the Dust City Lord suddenly stepped forward and lifted his collar, and then his fingers moved quickly on him, and his fingertips flashed with golden light.

Long Yi knew that the Lord of the Dust City was checking his bone age, although there was no malicious intent, but this shape made Long Yi feel a little ashamed, how many people have been able to lift his collar since ancient times?

The Dust City Lord only let go of his hand after confirming it, and then Long Yi only felt that the pressure was light, and he almost fell down without standing firmly.

"You!" Long Yi took a step forward and just as he was about to attack, the three generals beside the Dust City Lord had already drawn their swords and aimed them at him.

Long Yi felt that he was not an opponent, so he had to endure the qi in his chest first.

"I know the purpose of your coming, so I will take the first step to eradicate the thorns here!It can be regarded as a welcome gift for the city lord and my little junior brother!" said Long Yi, turning his head to look at the ghost hunter.

"Me?"

"You, who are you?" the ghost hunter panicked.

"I've already told me who I am, you can call me Senior Brother Long, or Senior Brother! The master only accepted two disciples in total, one is me and the other is you!"

"White-haired old man?" the ghost groaned.

Long Yi didn't like to call the ghost hunter that he was not kind when he heard this. Although he hated that person to the bone, he was also his own master no matter how he said it, and he couldn't tolerate others to slander him, but he didn't want to say anything about hunting ghosts, so he had to withdraw his gaze and see out of sight.

Of course, Long Yi really didn't like ghost hunters, and he was like that from the first time he saw him.

"Less verbose, what about people?" asked the young general.

"When will it be your turn to talk to me!" Long Yi was a little annoyed, that is, the Lord of Dust City was considered a junior in front of him, and this little kid dared to scold himself.

The scene was full of gunpowder, but fortunately, Miss Xiaowen came out in time.

"Long Daoyou, I'm sorry! It's just that human life is at stake, things are really anxious, please forgive me for being impulsive, I hope you can take me there quickly, Xiaowen is grateful!" "Before, Xiaowen was afraid that the news of the destruction of the Tianxian Courtyard would spread to the Bafang Arena first, so that the wine claw would be dangerous, and now although the person is fine, he is close at hand and cannot be seen, so he hurriedly said.

Only then did Long Yi realize that this beautiful woman had dissipated even though she was full of anger, and subconsciously pointed to the north.

"In the arena, he is unbloody, and he only has half a life left, so I will feed him in the arena!"

Xiao Wen frowned when she heard this, and immediately ran towards the martial arts arena of the Bafang Arena, followed by the ghost hunter.

"Dust City Lord, slow down, I don't know how to help my master break the seal?" Long Yi called out to the Dust City Lord. The Dust City Lord gestured and followed.

"The people are here, and I won't stop you! Also, next time you dare to spy on us, there will be no mercy!" the young general translated.

"Hehe!" Long Yi smiled but was not angry, his eyes were distracted, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The Lord of the Dust City is really a dumb person!" this is what Long Yi thought in his heart.

The three generals were obviously wary of Long Yi, and when they left, they still kept an eye on him, for fear that if they turned their backs to him, he would suddenly attack.

The martial arts arena of the Bafang Arena is much better than the Deserted Sky Arena, its audience seats are carefully arranged, but the venue is a little dark, the lighting is insufficient, and the strange thing is that there is no defensive formation around the arena.

In the faint light, the hunter saw three large dents in the stands of the Colosseum, and half of the stands were tilted and crumbling, as if they had been knocked over by the dragon's claws.

The wreckage of the stands was covered with sticky things that couldn't tell whether it was mud or flesh, and even people who had eaten dead corpses like ghost hunters were disgusted, but Miss Xiaowen's face did not change, she had seen the most disgusting thing - the human heart, so she could adapt to seeing these.

In fact, this eight-sided arena originally also had a lighting formation, this formation was cumbersome and profound, connecting all the defensive formations of the arena, and as a result, the dragon wing shattered it with just one palm.

"This must be his masterpiece. The ghost hunter felt terrified to think about it for a moment.

"Is the monk so powerful?" the ghost hunter asked himself, he would never be able to do this with his current self.

Although the ghost hunter is a red dust immortal, he only has three kinds of exercises, [Demon Summoning Pattern] and [Thunder Control Technique] can't be used, only [Blood Qi Awakening] remains, but these are all biased towards support, and he has not learned the real attack techniques.

The cultivation of immortals, but no exercises, is like a beggar who has an empty golden bowl but does not know how to use it.

Despite the dim light, they didn't need to look to find the location of the Wine Sun Claw, thinking that the wailing had spread through all the arenas, and several people followed the sound to find the location of the Wine Sun Claw.

In the arena below, more than thirty people were screaming for help, while a madman with a naked head and half-severed chains on his hands and feet was chasing them.

The iron chains in the hands of the madman jingled, like a beast of prey, running and crawling after others, and one of them accidentally slipped and fell when he escaped, and he threw himself down, only to see that the madman was extremely powerful, grabbed the man's hair and arms and fixed him, and then bit him on the neck. The man was like a prey in the mouth of a lion, struggling and dying.

The arena was surrounded by dragon wings that prevented them from escaping, so they could only wait in despair for the next chase, the blood nourished the madman faster and faster, and they slowly exhausted from fright and constant running.

Seeing the corpses all over the ground in the arena, the remaining twenty or thirty people who were alive were less than a quarter of the people lying down, the blood was like spring water in the darkness and the color could not be seen, and the corpses only looked like garbage all over the ground, even the ghost hunters were temporarily stunned by this scene.

Even though it was all in the dark, the place where the madman with the chains was in was much darker than the rest of the place, because he was emitting a thick black fog from his body, so it looked like a humanoid shadow moving and chasing in the darkness. The ghost hunter could smell it by smelling it just by his nose.

"So-that's Uncle Wine?" the ghost hunter looked at Xiaowen with a look of disbelief. Miss Xiaowen seemed to have heard of it, and all eyes were attracted by the madman in the field, and two lines of crystal sparkling suddenly appeared on her cheeks.

"Bang!" There was a green sound, and the Dust City Lord broke the formation.

Everyone was overjoyed, as if they had been amnestied, they hurriedly scattered and fled, but before they could take a step, they couldn't resist the momentum of the Dust City Lord and fainted to the ground.

The madman finished absorbing the prey in his hand, knocked everyone down, and was immediately attracted by the four men standing in front of him, and immediately rushed over with a roar.

The Dust City Lord took the initiative to shift in front of him, pointed at his forehead, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, blowing away the dirty black hair blocking the madman's cheeks, and then the white light on the Dust City Lord's fingertips bloomed, although faint but enough to illuminate this space.