The monks of Futai Realm are already one of the few strong people, why do these people still become slaves.

Ye Lin couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

The more he walked towards the depths of the high-level cage, the more Ye Lin felt a vague aura glancing towards him.

For these, he didn't take it to heart, but he was a little disgusted, after all, it was not a pleasant thing to be stared at from beginning to end.

It's here, let's go inside!

The two guarding Jindan monks escorted Ye Lin into the high-level cage.

Entering here, Ye Lin could vaguely hear the hysterical shouts of the gladiatorial arena.

His gaze wandered out of the cage.

In the huge gladiatorial arena, the figures of the two Yuan Shen Period were constantly staggering, judging from the breath of these two people, the two gladiators were the cultivators of the Yuan Shen Period.

In the gladiatorial arena, the two figures fought for dozens of rounds, the true yuan fluctuated, and the energy of materialization attacked each other.

As gladiators, they have no choice, and in each game, there is a high probability that only one person will survive.

For one person to live, it means that another person must die.

There is a rule in the gladiatorial arena that it is called to fight until one side falls, otherwise this battle will be fought forever.

Unless the two do not fight each other and choose to give up before the battle has begun, this may save the lives of the two, but giving up the fight is a shame for the gladiators, and no one wants to choose this undignified way of living.

These gladiators have experienced a lot of killings, and their hearts are extremely cruel, none of them want to die, there is a way to live, and no one wants to die.

Even if it is a desperate fight, they will do their best.

Compared to the battles in the ordinary arena, the battles in the high-level arena are extremely brutal.

Being able to squeeze into the high-level arena meant that these slaves were already qualified gladiators.

Behind this fierce battle is the brutal reality that one falls and one gets up.

Hey, little brother, you only came to the senior cage today, in the cage next to Ye Lin, a young man with a beautiful face looked at Ye Lin strangely.

Ye Lin nodded undeniably.

Then you have to be careful today, the young man smiled strangely.

Why, Ye Lin was a little puzzled.

Just coming in means that you have changed from a normal arena to a high-level arena.

Without a certain break-in period, it will be difficult for you to survive in a place like the Advanced Arena.

Because the gap between the strength of the high-level arena and the ordinary arena is too great.

In other words, if you are in an ordinary arena, you can only meet a monk in the Jindan stage at most.

But in the high-level arena, if you're unlucky, you may encounter the old monsters of the Futai realm.

That's the realm of Futai...... There was a hint of horror on the young man's face.

Then have you ever met a gladiator in the Futai realm, Ye Lin glanced at the young man curiously.

Hehe, you don't understand the rules here, I won a lot of games, and with a certain number of points, in exchange for a free battle pass, with a free battle pass, even if I get the opportunity to fight with the old monsters in the Futai realm, I can easily dodge it.

The young man smiled mysteriously at Ye Lin.

So that's the case, Ye Lin glanced at the young man in amazement.

That's right, only if you fight more battles and win more battles, it's easier to survive.

With points, it is equivalent to having immunity, the young man smiled slightly.

Ye Lin was amazed and said, "Your strength is not bad, why did you come to such a place and be willing to be a slave." ”

Hey, the young man let out a long sigh.

There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, and he was forced by life to lick the blood at the knife edge, or rather, my life is not good, the young man sighed.

From his words, Ye Lin can still feel the helplessness of the man, maybe everyone has everyone's difficulties, if he can, who is willing to live the days of licking blood from the knife edge, and who likes to spend all day in the sword and sword, and is frightened.

What about you?

I...... Ye Lin fell silent and said, "I don't know. ”

He smiled awkwardly at the young man, I don't know what I'm doing here.

The young man glanced at Ye Lin meaningfully, and he said lightly: "I am the eleventh, call me Ning Zhiyuan." ”

Ning Zhiyuan, Ye Lin silently chanted a few times, a good name, non-indifferent and unambitious, non-quiet and far-reaching, Ye Lin said proudly.

As you said, my name is taken from this, Ning Zhiyuan looked at Ye Lin.

Just as the two were about to have a deep conversation, a loud voice entered the high-level cage.

On the eleventh, Ning Zhiyuan prepares!

Wow, this doesn't let people rest, I just had a fight, and now I'm on it again, and there are fewer and fewer masters in this high-level arena.

I'll go, Ning Zhiyuan said to Ye Lin.

Ye Lin nodded, be careful!

Ning Zhiyuan laughed, raised his white shirt and walked out of the cage.

On the field, two people were released from two cages.

Similarly, in the center of the two, there are two short daggers and two shields.

Ning Zhiyuan, the middle-aged man glanced at Ning Zhiyuan meaningfully.

Ning Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the middle-aged man.

Maybe you don't remember me, I actually can't remember you, but the second son, you are only afraid that you will not survive today, the middle-aged man has a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the middle-aged man shouting out the second son, Ning Zhiyuan's face changed greatly, did he let you make a move, or did he ......

He said two of him in a row, and his expression was extremely calm.

What's the difference between him and him, anyway, you have already offended the two of you, and you are in this position, which is not only a big trouble for him, but also the object he wants to squeeze out, if you want to blame, blame your life is not good.

Is it?

Since you have come to this gladiatorial arena, the battle between you and me must have one person die and one person live, can you think about it, do you want me to get some points for you and give you a battle exemption order, Ning Zhiyuan's expression gradually became cold.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, and his eyes were already full of murderous intent.

Exemption from the battle order, you still have to keep it for yourself, don't worry, after you die, I will prepare a coffin for you, decorate it for you, and then bring it back to restore your life, the middle-aged man had a gloomy face.

You don't look very good, Ning Zhiyuan laughed, and then the figure took the lead in moving.

In an instant, he was close to the center.

He held a quadrangle in one hand and a dagger in the other.

Before the middle-aged man had a weapon, he had already taken the lead in attacking.

Hmph, you dare to mess with my mind, the middle-aged man's mood immediately returned to a calm state, and he dodged three times in a row before he escaped Ning Zhiyuan's attack.

With a flash of his body, the dagger and the quadrangular shield had already been sucked into his palm.

Haha, it is worthy of him and his lackeys, his body is really sensitive enough, Ning Zhiyuan laughed loudly, and did not shy away from taking the head of the middle-aged man.

You don't want to provoke me with the method of provocation, do you think I will lose my mind?

He immediately stood on the defensive, ignoring Ning Zhiyuan's abuse.

You old dog, dead dog, pug, shameless old dog, old immortal dog......

Ning Zhiyuan viciously scolded a series of dogs, and even he didn't know what dog to call this middle-aged man at this time.

Shameless, skinless dog, I'm going to kill you today, the watchdog, so that he and him know that I'm not easy to mess with.

In an instant, Ning Zhiyuan stabbed dozens of times, each of which stabbed on the shield.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged man did not attack, he was always defending, while defending, he was also looking for Ning Zhiyuan's shortcomings, once Ning Zhiyuan's true yuan was not good, or there were flaws, he would shoot.

If you don't do it, you will definitely be splashed with blood on the spot.

Ning Zhiyuan was not like this, every time he stabbed out, he accurately controlled the true element, allowing the speed at which he absorbed the true element and the speed of consumption to form a subtle existence.

At the same time, while attacking the middle-aged man, he was also looking for a flaw in the man.

However, to his disappointment, until now, the middle-aged man had not revealed any fatal flaws.

Even, he had scolded all the dogs, but the middle-aged man was still calm and did not seem to be affected by his abusive words.

In this regard, he could only sigh, this middle-aged man not only has amazing defense, but even his skin and flesh are very thick.

Ordinary monks, after hearing these words, were already pale, and even attacked wildly.

But the middle-aged man was unmoved, as if any words were ineffective against him.

Are there no flaws?

A series of more than a dozen stabs still couldn't break through the middle-aged man's defense.

Ning Zhiyuan's mind couldn't help but think, this middle-aged man really had no flaws.

There was a light smile at the corner of his mouth, there was no flaw, perhaps the biggest flaw.

Suddenly, his figure flickered like a ghost, constantly flashing in his direction, and almost every landing was in unexpected positions.

Every time he landed, he swung his dagger glowing with cold light and stabbed it in all directions towards the middle-aged man's body.

Even the crotch of a middle-aged man he didn't let go.

Is this the rhythm of cutting off children and grandchildren?

Shameless, the middle-aged man immediately held a shield, blocked his crotch, and snorted coldly at Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan is not ashamed, as long as he can kill a middle-aged man, for him, it will be the same in any way.

It was a truly wonderful game, and a bewitching woman exclaimed on the suspended platform of the gladiatorial arena.

The audience on the field couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations.

The speed of Ning Zhiyuan on the eleventh was too fast, so fast that people could only see a white phantom flashing, and no one could see his figure clearly at all.

Ning Zhiyuan will win!

From the audience, there were constant chantings.

At this moment, Ning Zhiyuan had a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his figure flashed backwards, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell.

Opportunity!!!

A glimmer of light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he dodged hundreds of times for this opportunity.

The days of the shrunken turtle had passed, and in his hand, this dagger and others flew towards Ning Zhiyuan.

Just when he stabbed a dagger into Ning Zhiyuan's chest, he suddenly found that Ning Zhiyuan's expression had not changed at all.

Afterimage !!

The middle-aged man was shocked and felt bad.

In an instant, a dagger swept off the back of his neck, slicing his head off.

The primordial infant in his body flew outside.

If you want to leave, it's not easy, Ning Zhiyuan had a light smile at the corner of his mouth.

In his hands, the true yuan was poured into the dagger.

Go!!!

Ning Zhiyuan snorted softly, and the dagger made a buzzing sound, hitting the Yuan Ying who was about to fly out of the gladiatorial arena.

Ah, the man let out a miserable scream, and his primordial infant was shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth.