After discussing with Su Luo, the two went to Cairo City for a walk, and by the way, they purchased some local spiritual materials and elixirs to study.

As night fell, the two were strolling along the Nile, talking, when they suddenly heard a burst of cheers not far away.

When I looked up, I saw a huge Colosseum, surrounded by a circle of stepped seats, and although the night was very thick, it was all black and oppressive of human heads.

The divine sense sensed a little, and found that the cultivation of these people was not low, at least in the middle of the war general, and there were dozens of God of War realm cultivators.

What are these people doing together? Is it an auction? It doesn't look like it.

Out of curiosity, Ye Qianxun walked away quickly, although Su Luo was reluctant, he could only follow hard.

The entrance to the Colosseum is a giant arch, and it is not guarded, and there are no restrictions on entry, there are many monks who come in and out of the door, Su Luo and Ye Qianxun suppressed their cultivation at this time, so they did not attract the attention of others when they entered.

The two of them randomly found two seats in the back row and sat down, and from above, they could see the entire Colosseum.

I saw that there were two monks fighting in the center of the field, and not far from the two of them there was a middle-aged man wearing a white hat and wearing the traditional costume of the Eero people, and beside him stood four or five seven or eight year-old children in two factions, both men and women, and they should all be local children of Eero.

Looking at the two people fighting in the field, there was panic and fear in the children's eyes, but many of them were helpless, and a few girls were still trembling.

Ye Qianxun's brows couldn't help frowning, after cultivating immortals, she can be indifferent and ruthless to many things, but when she sees weak children being bullied, she will still have a nameless anger in her heart, and it is definitely not a good thing that these children will stand here.

Ten minutes later, one of the people in the field was thrown to the ground, and the other person looked down at him condescendingly, and when he saw that the person on the ground was about to get up, he couldn't help laughing, and suddenly raised his fist and punched the man in the abdomen.

"Ah!" the man on earth let out a final exclamation, and a large hole appeared in his abdomen, and flesh and blood splattered, and the intestines and bile in his stomach flowed to the ground, and the scene was disgusting.

Although the night covered everything, the scene was still clearly reflected in the eyes of the monks, and many of the friars couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Mahmoud wins! All the slaves of Delhi belong to the victors. The middle-aged monk in the white hat announced without changing his face.

The smiling man named Mehamed walked up to him and threw him a bag of spirit stones, and the middle-aged man took the spirit stones, grinned, and hurriedly pushed the slave children beside him in front of him.

The children's faces were full of horror, and they all stepped back behind the middle-aged man, who shouted: "You little brutes, don't meet Master Mahmoud yet, otherwise you will end up like Delhi!"

Although the children could not see Delhi's death very clearly, the corpses they saw were particularly horrific in the dim light.

A little girl sat on the ground and cried.

Medham frowned, strode forward, kicked the girl in the stomach, the girl was kicked more than ten meters away, lay on the ground and convulsed twice, and then could no longer move.

When the other children saw this, they all silently and obediently leaned close together.

Mahmoud stepped forward, glanced at the children, fixed his gaze on a girl's face, he bowed slightly, his rough fingers between the girl's cheeks, and spat out a sentence that immediately burst into laughter from those in the audience, and whistled and heckled.

Hearing the coaxing of the people around him, Mehamed flashed with excitement, and with a rough pull, he tore the girl's clothes to shreds, and then pushed her to the ground.

Ye Qianxun's eyes widened suddenly, although she couldn't understand what others were saying, but looking at this scene, this brute-like guy was going to commit violence on the spot, and the object was still a seven or eight-year-old girl!

"Qianxun, this guy is really disgusting, even the child is not spared, do you want to teach a lesson...... Su Luo couldn't help but complain, but at this moment, suddenly a flash of green light fell from the sky and flew towards Mehamed.

Though he was in high spirits, he was also a monk in the late stages of the war, and when he realized the danger approaching, he immediately jumped up, and the green light seemed to have eyes, circled behind him, and finally pierced through his chest fiercely.

Mahmoud was nailed to the stone wall of the Colosseum, his eyes wide and his face full of disbelief, and a long sword glowing green at his chest.

The girl who had escaped stared blankly at what was happening in front of her, and suddenly felt a warmth on her body, and a piece of clothing wrapped around her body. She looked up, surprised again, and muttered something after a long time.

"Don't be afraid, the bad guys are dead, you don't have to be slaves anymore, go home quickly. Ye Qianxun said.

The dozen or so children standing in front of her all had frightened or confused expressions on their faces.

Ye Qianxun realized that they couldn't understand Huaxia at all, so they had to say it again in English, and this time the little girl who was saved by herself just now understood, she quickly said "thank you" in English, and then translated Ye Qianxun's words to other children with great interest.

When the children heard this, they all looked happy, but soon began to talk with sad faces.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qianxun said puzzled.

"We are all children of slaves, born to be driven as slaves, and our parents don't know where they are, so I beg my sister to take us in, we are willing to do anything for you. The little girl pleaded.

Ye Qianxun smiled bitterly, she came to this foreign country to explore treasures, and there must be many dangers on the way to explore treasures, and it is not safe for this group of children to follow her, but since she saved them, she can't do it if she abandons them here now.

Just when Ye Qianxun was in a dilemma, seven or eight figures fell from the sky and landed not far behind her.

"Hmph, you dare to kill my brother, I have to let you pay for your life today!" A deep man's voice came from behind him, and a powerful God of War Realm spiritual pressure was released.

"Sister, behind you!" the little girl pointed behind Ye Qianxun and exclaimed.

A fist fell from the top of Ye Qianxun's head.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Qianxun's mouth, and just as the fist was about to hit her, his head tilted slightly, and the fist suddenly fell into the air.