Other than that, there is only one cape.

Mu Lan's former friend said that this shape is to pray for peace, and the fourth in his last life tattooed this pattern on his back, and he put it on his face in this life, and this mask is Mu Lan's face in the gladiatorial arena.

"Please go by yourself the way ahead!" The woman bowed slightly, turned away, and said no more.

Mu Lan, who was wearing a mask, couldn't see his expression, and kept walking out of the fork in the road, and when he went out, he passed through a total of seven forks.

There are usually several entrances to this kind of gladiatorial arena, but the one selected by Mu Lan is generally rarely walked, most of the rich and noble, or viewers, have a fixed route, and most of the people who will take this hidden route are not viewers but participants.

Every fork in the hidden route is exquisite, and there are two intersections where the correct direction changes over time, and it is a point of no return for people who do not know the rules to walk.

But who is Mu Lan? As someone who grew up in a gathering place, if you can't remember such a route, how can you say that you are the people of the gathering place!

Turning around, walking out of the last intersection, the voices of people were boiling, the heat wave was coming, the wooden blue face under the mask was expressionless, only those eyes betrayed her mood at the moment.

Although she hates the gathering place, even if she hates the gathering place, but the blood in her bones is thirsty for battle at any time, Mu Lan thought that she would forget about this place in her life, where did she think that she would come over.

The closer you get to the people, the more masks are filled with all kinds of masks, of course, there are also those who do not wear masks, but if this kind of dead man is not in the gladiatorial arena, it is a giant outside, these people are not short of power or money, and what comes to mix is the heartbeat.

"Hello new guests! Please leave your name, the name must not contain numbers. A man with a white mask with only one eye came over, carrying a pen and paper and a blank token.

"Hisashi!" Looking at Mu Lan's words, this person couldn't help but read it out loud, but he just read it out to confirm it, and then this person filtered it out of his mind.

"I'm very sorry for the guest, this name has already been used, please change it."

Anyone used it? Mu Lan's eyes flickered.

"Inside or outside?"

Hearing the question, the person's figure was obviously stunned, and when he looked at Mu Lan again, his expression was obviously more respectful, and the person who would say this was definitely not the person outside, even if it was not the person inside, it was also the person who knew the relationship.

"Inside." The waiter's waist was bent deeper, "It existed seven years ago. ”

Seven years? Mu Lan was in a trance for a while, speaking of which, it has been seven years since he was re-lived, it seems that those people's actions are really fast, they can't wait to do this as soon as they die here!

Those bastards! Mu Lan pressed her beating heart, and now she has to endure it and wait.

"Yili!" Mu Lan wrote a new name, and the answer was: "I'm sorry guest, this is also a used name." ”

The waiter was sweating profusely at the moment, if it was just the previous name, because it was more or less common, so he hadn't thought of anything yet, but as soon as this name came out, the waiter inevitably thought of one thing.

Is this accidental? Or does the guest in front of you have a lot to do with it? The waiter didn't dare to guess, they only knew if the name was available, and he could know what some of the names represented, but it was because he was the supervisor's henchman.

Jiuli and Yili, this is the most outstanding sister flower in it now, and it is also a stunning double beauty in it, but it is a pity that they both grow in that muddy place.

"It seems that they are all women in the water!" An emotionless voice came, exactly what the waiter was thinking.

"Hehe, I see." Without waiting for the waiter to reply, Mu Lan took it by himself. At this time, Mu Lan's voice became brisk, and the resentment in his heart was about to overflow just now, but it was too full to overflow, so it turned into a stone, pressed it up, and sat and waited until it broke out.

Although the guest's voice sounded light and unrelenting, the waiter intuitively sensed the danger, and if it weren't for the strict rules here, the waiter couldn't help but want to leave the guest and run away.

Mu Lan stood quietly for a while, and finally remembered the people around him.

Mu Lan looked at the piece of paper on the tray, picked it up and shook it, and then burned it to ashes in front of the waiter.

"Go get another piece of paper!" Mu Lan sat directly on the ground.

When the waiter heard this, he was pardoned, and he turned around and fled as if he had fallen into the wilderness.

Originally, I wanted to solve the six ghosts, but now it seems that the people behind should not die well, Mu Lan's heart is not big, and there are not many people under him, even when he is on the fourth, he only accommodates a few people, but even in order not to spoil the name of those two people, the trip to the gathering place is imperative.

After a while, Mu Lan saw the waiter coming over with a new white paper from a distance, although he was wearing the same clothes and wearing the same mask, although his body was almost the same, Mu Lan knew very well that this was not the same person.

Mu Lan pursed her lips under the mask and left before the other party noticed her.

After going around for a while and then changing into a new cloak, Mu Lan didn't think anyone could recognize him, there were one hundred and eighty newcomers who came and went here every day, and the name of the newcomer was directly reported to the director of the gladiatorial arena, these waiters could not be reached, so there was no need to worry about the handwriting being revealed.

Mu Lan shook for about an hour, and also learned about the structure of this side to prevent the gladiatorial arena from changing too much in the past seven years, and it turned out that the crystallization of thousand-year-old wisdom is not so easy to change, basically unchanged, and the most become is people.

Mu Lan found a new waiter, and wrote down the words "memorial person" with a big stroke of the pen, this time no one said the same name, looking at the token that had just been made, Mu Lan thought of this with self-deprecation.

Stepping into the gladiatorial arena gladiatorial area, the bloody breath was in his nose, Mu Lan raised the corners of his mouth behind the mask, so familiar with the breath, but unfortunately this breath was too light, and the ground was too clean, which made Mu Lan miss the floor that he used to have.

The gladiatorial arena is a super large hall, with three areas separated by the dome column, which are the primary battle area, the middle battle area and the high battle area, according to the strength, Mu Lan can only stay in the primary area, and only after defeating a total of ninety-nine battles in the primary area can he be eligible to rise to the upper level area.

But this did not prevent Mu Lan from observing the strength of the people in each area here, and then thinking about himself.

After looking at it for a long time, Mu Lan went to the registration office to register the information.

"Combatant memorial, the battle index is unknown, the number of battles is zero, the type of battle is selected: money war. If the information is confirmed, please press the fingerprint. "The person who handles the information checks the information one by one.

After Mu Lan pressed his fingerprint, he contributed a hundred gold coins as a deposit according to the regulations, and the next thing was to wait, waiting for someone to pick him next.

Here I want to explain the type of gladiatorial arena fight.

One is a money war, each of them bets, and then posted on the platform for others to choose, if the number of victories reaches ten, you can choose your opponent on the platform.

If no one chooses after the information is posted, the organizer will force the match to fight.

The second is the battle of life and death, this type is mostly for the rich and wealthy to bet on their own favored side, in short, like betting on horses, this type of fighter is endless, many are dead soldiers or sinners.

Mu Lan sat quietly on the side, specially waiting area, watching the battles on the field in front of him, each area had ten fourth-order formations painted as gladiatorial platforms, just observing all the battles in this area in front of him was already very troublesome.

Looking at the battle here, the corners of Mu Lan's mouth under the mask rose rapidly, and in such a familiar scene, the blood began to flow slowly, and the heartbeat became lower and lower, but the emotions were high.

Oh, the little brother on the other side grasped the time point very well, grasped the weak point and attacked strongly, and won; And then there is that beard, hum, there is too much space to block, and the opponent's eyesight is not good, otherwise it can be knocked out with one blow; Skinny aunt, your pair of hammers are good, but they are too weak, and if the people next to you use a little force, the hammer will definitely come out.

Mu Lan was very happy to find fault next to him, and he felt that there were all kinds of defects when he saw one, Mu Lan involuntarily substituted himself into it, and then he felt that he really couldn't compare it with the gathering place, which was inferior.

"Who is the memorial person, someone has taken your money." A gray-clothed waiter came out and interrupted Mu Lan's various substitutions.

"Here!" Mu Lan raised his hand, sure enough, in this situation, it is still fun to play by himself, just looking at it has no sense of excitement, saying that after getting off the boat, he has not practiced his fists and feet well, and recently he has always remembered to practice and accumulate Yuanzi liquid, but his bones seem to be about to rust.

I don't know who the opponent is!

But I don't care, I just need to fight.

"Your opponent is an alcoholic, the battle index is six, the number of victories is 12, the number of defeats is 0, and the money battle will ensure the safety of the guests, please confirm." The gray-clothed waiter spoke quickly, his introduction was concise, and then he handed over the contract paper, and Mu Lan didn't look at it and pressed Luo Yin directly.

"The gladiatorial arena is in the sixth field, please come with me." The gray-clothed waiter led the way in front, and through the sea of people, Mu Lan found that his opponent was already waiting on the platform.

I couldn't see the face clearly, the mask was a ghost face with green fangs, at first glance, this person seemed to be a ghost crawling out of hell, and the closer he got to it, the stronger the smell of alcohol he felt.

Mu Lan snorted, why does this taste so much like peach blossom stuff? It's been a long time since I've smelled this, no, no, no, the worms have been lured out.

The other party is less than six feet tall and slightly thin, but in this way, Mu Lan still feels a great sense of oppression, compared to Mu Lan, the other party is fully armed to the teeth, and not a trace of skin is revealed, even the head is wrapped.

However, there is not much time for Mu Lan to look at the other party, and the referee will appear after Mu Lan jumps on the stage for at most two or three breaths, and the unified red dress brake is eye-catching, no need to be great, not afraid of the players ignoring.

"Countdown to battle readiness, three, two, one."

As soon as he appeared, the referee took a big step back at the same time, and directly brought more corners of the gladiatorial arena, leaving enough space for the two people on the stage.

Mu Lan heard the sound and moved, not as if waiting for others to attack before, the person in front of him gave Mu Lan a sense of danger, and this is not a testing ground, this is the underground world, there is no point to stop the rule, and the range of immortality does not include the option of missing arms and legs.

Pressing the back muscles, with one hand behind his back, the distance between the two was shortened in an instant, and the other party stepped back, his eyes were sharp, and for some reason, the aroma of wine was also strong.

The opponent retreated quickly, but Mu Lan's attack was slightly faster, and soon the distance between the two was less than half a meter.

Mu Lan kicked the ground with his left foot and rotated directly with his right foot, attacking the opponent directly, and the opponent's iron plate bridge pressed down directly, and at the same time pushed out with a fist with his right hand.

Mu Lan's eyes flashed slightly, and the right leg of the straight kick was bent directly, and the whole person took advantage of the situation to withdraw from the opponent's attack range, and the opponent also straightened up in an instant, kicking straight at a speed no less than Mu Lan, Mu Lan instantly split, and then stood up with one hand, and used the strength of his wrist to shake the whole body, forcing the opponent to retreat as well.

And the people under the stands only felt that the two people on the stage were moving very fast, but they only saw some vague figures.

Originally, many people's attention was not on the platform of Mu Lan, but at this moment, many people were attracted to it, and the platform was surrounded by noise in an instant.

But the two on stage don't notice that now.

Mu Lan under the mask pouted, I hate to meet people who are fast, in the absence of absolute suppression strength, it is basically impossible to achieve a quick victory, it seems that it is difficult to go back before dark!

Hate this guy! Bad luck today!

No matter how bad luck is, you still have to fight what you deserve.

The two figures separated for a moment, and soon began to assemble again, Mu Lan jumped up, and the two of them disassembled hundreds of moves in ten minutes, and the more they got to the other party, the more they smelled the wine on each other's bodies.

When the people below heard Suo Suo's discussion of the smell of wine wafting from nowhere, Mu Lan became more and more energetic.

From the beginning to the present, the two have been testing each other, and they have not shown their true strength for the time being, but after being tested for so long, both of them have the bottom in their hearts.

The antagonist is by no means a small character.

You have to know how long Mu Lan has been in the gathering place before, his skills have already been perfected in the gathering place, but his strength can't keep up with him for the time being, and Mu Lan is still very proud of his martial arts.

At least I was very proud before, but now, it's a little hard to say, the martial arts of the person in front of me are obviously from the gathering place, but some of them have been changed, and they are a bit different, but it is this part that has been changed, which makes Mu Lan feel slippery and unaccustomed.

Could it be that the martial arts in the gathering place have changed so much in seven years? Number Four has been there for so many years, and I haven't seen any changes! This Talmud is too squeaky!

As everyone knows, when Mu Lan complains, why isn't the other party's heart turned upside down?

The twelve battles that the drunkards fought in this gladiatorial arena dare not say that each battle time is very short, but it is certainly not long, at least shorter than the current temptation time for each other.

And the other party's martial arts seem to be from an orthodox background, but after fighting, he realized that this is just wearing an orthodox banner, in fact, he can't tell what kind of genre this martial art is, okay?

Even the shadow of some martial arts in the gathering place can be felt, but Mu Lan is now in a faction of his own, with six points similar to the fourth period, and the other four points are the changes in the past seven years.

It is rare that the drunkard showed his true strength for the first time in this thirteenth battle, the wind direction on the field began to change, and the people on the field did not feel it deeply, but the referee jumped off the stage for the first time to wait for the side area. (To be continued.) )