At this moment, the artificial intelligence stimulates Li Wuding's meridians, muscles, and bones in the form of bioelectric current to strengthen the body's memory of the moves.

So Li Wuding, who was leaning against the corner, looked particularly obscene, tilting his head, holding saliva, and his body twitched, much like those squatting next to the trash cans on the street......

"One hundred and thirty, please appear!"

With patience, the staff walked up to him.

Didn't wake up! Still sleeping?

Professional ethics is a bit of a problem.,Generally like this, monks who don't sit or stand are usually very rubbish.,Most of them want to mix up an appearance fee.。

The staff endured contempt in front of them and pulled Li Wuding with their hands.

"Who?" Li Wuding, who was in deep thought, felt a trace of unkind qi approaching, and his palm involuntarily yearned for a light wave......

Afterwards, the staff member, covered in bandages, described the encounter to the others with difficulty and excitement - when the palm was swung, there was no breath of Xuanhe, and it was unremarkable.

That's right, it's just plain! Just like the wind in early autumn, blowing through the treetops, bringing a slight coolness, but this trace of coolness freezes all the qi in heaven and earth! No matter what angle, you can't escape its touch......

"And then?" asked anxiously.

"And then I became what I am now!" countless stars twinkled in his eyes, "I am a monk in the early stage of the Yudan, but under the casual blow of a third-level power cultivator, I almost fell into ......"

The crowd looked at each other sympathetically.

"You say, shouldn't I bet heavily on the number one hundred and thirty? You know, as a newcomer, the odds are six times! Six times! Buy one and get five! I regret it, why did I faint at that time......

"Coax", everyone scattered.

......

Li Wuding finally appeared on the stage, he picked up the staff who were beaten by him and were about to fall apart, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, sorted out his shorts, and then rushed to the third gladiatorial arena in the eighth gladiatorial area without hesitation......

There, the audience was agitated and threw garbage on stage, such as spirit animal bones, eggs, and broken shoes.

If it weren't for Li Wuding's AI Sanda Eight Style Martial Arts Achievement, he would definitely be attacked by spirit beast bones, eggs, and broken shoes to lose his combat effectiveness.

"You're finally here——!" his opponent looked at him with a grim look in his eyes.

How could a third-level and early-stage cultivator be so procrastinated and contemptuous, and let him, a late-stage third-stage monk, be embarrassed, and he roared angrily, "Come on, welcome my stormy baptism!"

He swung his fist the size of a bowl and writhed like a majestic mountain—uh, no, a body like a fat pig—and rushed over......

"Bang!" there was a loud bang, and a large hand steadily blocked his attack, "Before I announce the start, any attack will be considered a contempt for the referee, stand back!"

The referee snorted.

The fat pig felt that half of his body was numb, he felt very hurt, he was seeking justice for the referee and the audience, but he suffered such humiliation, it seems that the referee was even more angry than him just now!

Heart congestion!

Don't talk about it, it's all tears!

"Next, I announce that the thirty-eighth third-level late-stage force cultivation will fight against the one hundred and thirty good third-level early force cultivation, countdown, nine, eight, ......"

"I've waited for so long, but it's begun, I bet on the thirty-eighth thirty spirit stones, but I can't just go to the water!"

"No, the old lady was waiting for it to sag, and she knew that she would go to other games to place a few bets first. ”

Someone immediately retorted, "Are you going to go?" You old foot fish, just waiting for a new person to join the gladiatorial fight!"

"Hehe, even if you kid is shrewd, I have a hundred spirit stones!"

......

Li Wuding glanced at the audience out of the corner of his eye, he was very strange, he was obviously not famous, how could there be so many audiences? You know, you have to buy tickets to enter the arena to watch the battle, and the ticket price is not cheap, and the worst position also requires two spirit stones

Is this No. 38 a master, a master, a master, a master?

How did he know that veteran bettors always like to pick such gladiatorial fights in which newcomers participate, although the odds are very low

Li Wuding wondered if he wanted to start first so as not to be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, although it was said that being beaten was also part of his cultivation, but if he went back with a blue nose and swollen face, would it affect his image too much......

After weighing it, the image of the god horse should be put aside first, and it seems more important to restore control of the body, so if you are beaten, you will be beaten!

"Let's go!"

No. 38, who had already been unable to hold back, rushed over and got rid of a fat pig that grabbed food!

In terms of body size, he is a whole circle older than Li Wuding, with a high cultivation, full of momentum, and more chest hair......

In short, either one is much stronger.

When the spectators in the stands saw this scene, their faces showed extreme excitement, and the frantic cheers and shouts swept through like a storm.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Woohoo——!"

Li Wuding's body was slammed to the ground again and again like a dead dog by the powerful and heavy critical blows of No. 38, and slid along the rough ground to the protective light shield.

"Win, win, the old lady is going to win!"

There was jubilation in the audience, and it seemed that the vast majority of bets on the 38th were bet.

Although the odds are low, after all, no one will refuse the money picked up for nothing.

Of course, not everyone bets on the number 38, and some people bet on the number 130 for higher odds.

Now, though, they regret it so much that their bowels are blue.

"This newcomer is too bad, he didn't even ...... a counterattack"

"It's boring, if only I knew to hedge a little......"

However, what made the audience strange was that after being knocked down again and again, No. 130 got up from the ground again and again as if nothing had happened.

Thirty-eight beat him with his fists and kicked him with his feet, and he almost bit it with his mouth.

But the opponent was completely fine, except for looking a little blue and swollen, and still rushed up alive - let him continue to beat.

Gradually, the cheers from the audience diminished and disappeared.

"Say, isn't this number one hundred and thirty a little fetish?"

"What fetishes?"

"Look, he seems to love being beaten, and the harder he beats it, the cooler the look on his face!"

"Yes, yes, don't say it, it's true!"

"Oh my God, does he still like to be whipped with leather whips, scalded with boiling water, caught in clips, dripping with candles......"

The people who eat melons have a lot of discussions.

The thirty-eighth man is also very depressed, he is now beating people so exhausted that his whole body is sore, and even his fists are swollen, but the guy opposite is full of energy......

What's special is that I take the initiative!

How so?

Then the discussion of the melon-eating masses reached his ears, and he had a chill and his hair stood on end......

Really...... No wonder......!