"The little rabbit is tired and crooked, dare to fart in front of the uncle?"

"I don't know what is dead or alive, the tiger is not powerful, are you a sick cat when you think Lao Tzu?"

"Huh!"

Dozens of Grandmaster Martial Slaves, each of whom licked the blood from the edge of the knife, felt provoked in an instant, and they all shouted angrily, releasing their strongest breath, wanting to give Wu Ming a good look.

Feng Gui's face changed slightly, and he didn't stop it, he also wanted to see how Wu Ming, with his innate body, could resist the momentum oppression of so many grandmasters!

But he didn't know that Wu Ming's move had a deep meaning.

Don't look at the shouting of these grandmaster martial slaves, but there is no shortage of smart people, vaguely heard a little news from the mouth that called them over before, and then saw that Feng Gui, the head of the gambling house, personally accompanied Wu Ming here, as long as he was not a fool, he knew that the opportunity to change his fate in this life had come!

I've been trapped here for too long, even if I'm used to life and death, I hope that my numb life will have some adjustment, even if it's only one day, to see the sunshine outside, or to get in touch with my relatives, it's enough to fight!

Therefore, some wanted to perform in front of Wu Ming and released the strongest breath, and some wanted to perform without wanting to hurt Wu Ming, so they restrained.

Although they are only dozens of grandmaster martial slaves, they also show a variety of life, including hopes, apprehensions, and uneasiness, and so on.

Wu Ming opened his senses to the maximum, resisting the pressure of the breath surging like waves, and carefully pondered the thoughts mixed in the breath.

Momentum is the extension of the will of a person or a living being, which cannot be faked at all, and with his own observation of the subtleties, the changes in everyone's expressions can be seen in full view, and in just a few breaths, there is a general understanding in the bottom of the heart.

Pedal!

Wu Ming did not pretend to be tough and collided with the momentum of the grandmasters, he accepted it when he saw it, took three steps back, and gave up the most front position to Feng Gui.

Even after such a short time, his back was already soaked, his face was even more cold sweat, and his legs trembled slightly.

He can be retracted and released freely, but dozens of grandmasters and martial slaves can't do it, and when he is caught off guard, the momentum is still oppressive, and the first one to bear the brunt is Feng Gui.

"Humph!"

Feng Gui would not be suppressed by the grandmaster's momentum, his expression remained unchanged, and he drank indifferently.

The terrifying and boundless coercion, like a dark cloud covering the top, and like lightning and thunder, swept away the momentum of all the grandmasters, but it did not oppress them, but it was closed at the touch of a button, and he didn't even express his dissatisfaction with Wu Ming, and the satisfaction in his eyes was a little stronger.

At a young age, bold and careful, it is really rare!

"White Blade, Bitter Thorn, Poisonous Ghost ......"

Wu Ming took a deep breath, stabilized his turbulent breath, swept his gaze over all the martial slaves, and took the lead in pointing out three names.

Feng Gui's eyebrows were slightly raised, he could see clearly, these three people were the three who had just been unmoved, and they were not the most outstanding among the dozens of martial slaves, just one Three Realm Grandmaster and two Second Realm Grandmasters.

You must know that there are no less than eight supreme grandmasters in this alone!

Even the blood teeth were puzzled, only the three people who were called by name, their indifferent eyes flashed slightly, and they walked out of the crowd expressionlessly and stood aside.

The remaining martial slaves' faces were a little ugly, they were also people with extremely keen senses, knowing that the three of them had not released any breath just now, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was wood, but Wu Ming had chosen, but they had no room to refute.

"Choose one of each!"

Wu Ming groaned slightly, and waved his hand indifferently.

At this moment, the expressions of the martial slaves were extremely exciting, and even Feng Gui, who had seen Wu Ming's unusual moves, once again showed surprise.

Without much delay, Bloodtooth took the lead in picking a person, who gave him a visibly grateful look and walked out of the crowd silently.

The three white-bladed people glanced at each other, ignoring everyone's expectant gaze, and selected two people, but the bitter stab did not move, but looked at Wu Ming silently.

"Bitter thorns, don't make a mistake about yourself!"

Bloody Fang suddenly let out a low sigh.

"The person you want to choose is not there?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Please be fulfilled!"

Bitter thorn said hoarsely.

Wu Ming glanced at him and turned to look at Feng Gui, who shook his head slightly, expressing puzzlement.

The accompanying deacon seemed to understand the bitterness better, and whispered in Feng Gui's ear, Wu Ming was keenly aware that Feng Gui's brows were wrinkled, although it was fleeting, but it still revealed a touch of embarrassment.

"Don't hide it from the prince, the person chosen by this person is already a wasted person, and he is only responsible for the sprinkling and cleaning of the underground martial arts field on weekdays. ”

Feng Gui said briefly.

Wu Ming was surprised, although he didn't delve into it, but he knew the rules.

In a situation like this, there were not many underground fighting rings in the previous life, and there were a lot of secrets to know, and if you kill them, it is easy to attract criticism, and if you drive them out, you are afraid of exposing the secrets, so it is better to stay in the gambling house.

As for selling to Wu Ming, he is also leaving, but he is not afraid of being exposed, even if he leaks the secret, he can trace his roots and take revenge!

After Feng Gui finished speaking, he stopped speaking, but secretly observed Wu Ming's expression, he also wanted to see if this amazing prince with a big hand was willing to spend five million spirit stones to buy a waste.

"Accurate!"

But what surprised him again was that Wu Ming didn't think much about it, so he nodded.

He didn't know that he was accustomed to the digital wealth of his previous life, and five million spirit stones were many, but in his hand it was still just a number, and only when it was used in a useful place could it be considered to be fully used.

"Bring people!"

Feng Gui didn't delve into it, just gave a faint order.

"Thank you, master!"

The bitter thorn stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and knelt on both knees, and bowed to the ground.

Although his face is expressionless, there is an indescribable meaning and persistence in a pair of indifferent eyes that are indescribable.

Wu Ming waved his hand and asked him to step back, there were only three places left, and most of the remaining people straightened their backs and showed their best condition, and many of them fell into despair again, even more decadent than before, and completely lost their spirit!

Feng Gui didn't urge, he also saw that Wu Ming wanted to use this method to find out the most valuable group of people, but unfortunately after the strict supervision of the gambling house, if it was really valuable, how could he let it go?

Of course, in his values, only martial slaves who are far less than five million spirit stones will be given up, but in Wu Ming's eyes, as long as he can make the impossible possible, it is enough!

Different values naturally lead to different results, and what he recognizes is that as long as you live, anything is possible!

Suddenly, Wu Ming stopped, and the look of surprise flashed slightly in his eyes, because just now, the bitter stab transmitted to him.

Feng Gui, as a powerhouse among the great grandmasters, was keenly aware of a trace of abnormal fluctuations, and even captured the divine sense fluctuations from the bitter thorn, even if the latter was still expressionless, he was still sure that the bitter thorn transmitted Wu Ming.

"Mill disc!"

In the end, Wu Ming looked at the roster carefully for a while and summoned one of the inconspicuous middle-aged men.

The only merit of this person is that he has a body of bones like a rock, even if he is a supreme grandmaster of the Four Realms, but except for the ability to be beaten, his strength is not top-notch.

According to the roster, among these dozens of Grandmaster Martial Slaves, there are no less than five Grandmasters of the Three Realms who can defeat him, and of course they can't kill him, because their defense is too strong!

But when this person silently walked out of the crowd, Wu Ming's heart jumped, because the giant spirit mark on his right wrist was actually faintly warm!

With a silent face and a dragon coat to cover him, Wu Ming was not worried about being seen abnormally by Feng Gui, but he didn't choose again.

Everyone thought that he would let the mill be selected, but there was no movement, and they couldn't help but be secretly anxious.

When the deacon arrived with a one-armed, one-eyed, and even lame rickety old man, he gradually came back to his senses, and couldn't help but be a little incredulous, could it be that his fate was to be staked on this old cripple who had never even seen a straight eye?

Wu Ming frowned, and he was a little surprised, although he was a waste, but it was not so wasteful.

But the words have come out, and he can't break his word and get fat, but he has already moved the idea of giving up in his heart, and he thinks that this person is a bitter thorn!

But the bitter thorn once again ignored the rules, stepped forward to support the old man, and whispered, the expressionless withered old man turned his neck slightly, and glanced at Wu Ming with dead eyes.

"Shhh

Wu Ming gasped lightly, his heart was slightly cold, and he was even more shocked.

How could this be the eyes of a wasted man?

Even if he used to be a grandmaster, his eyes were the windows of his soul, and the flashing stars in his eyes made him feel as if he had been seen through, and the dragon clothes didn't play much role.

"There are two more places, you can choose!"

Although Wu Ming felt weird, his face was silent.

At this moment, Feng Gui felt that something was wrong again, didn't this person really care about millions of spirit stones?

But when he saw the old man pointing at the two of them casually, Feng Gui's heart jumped, it was just a Four Realms Grandmaster and a Three Realms, in the roster records, the record was not the best, but they were the two who had just felt the most energetic.

With his senses as a great grandmaster, he couldn't be wrong!

It's just that the old man hasn't experienced the previous scene, even if he secretly reminds him, it won't be so accurate!

There must be demons when things go wrong, but ...... The wood is already in the boat, and he can't regret it!

Wu Ming was very satisfied with the old man's performance, which showed that this person was by no means the same as appearance, he was a waste man who could only do sprinkling and sweeping work, as for what value he had, it would depend on the future!

The candidate has been decided, and the rest of the things will be easy to do, and the gambling house is responsible for arranging the temporary status, and then sending Datang out.

Wu Ming didn't leave in a hurry, and waited until he was sure that everything was arranged properly before he could do anything else, after all, it was sixty million spirit stones, even if it was picked up for nothing.

Feng Gui arranged Wu Ming and the others into the private room before, and went to prepare for these things.

If you can't do it, it's a big thing if you smash the signboard, not to mention that you can't make trouble with Wu Ming who can not put 60 million spirit stones in your eyes at will!

Chong Yi, Yu Xiaoqin and others had already been sent away, and there were only twelve people left in the private room, including Wu Ming, and the master did not speak, and there was a dead silence inside.

Although they have changed their clothes, the eleven people are the martial slaves who have been fighting for many years, except for the old man, who is as thin as a mortal, the evil aura on the other ten people is still unabated, as if they are about to go out of the gate and choose people to devour!

"This king hopes for 60 million spirit stones, it's worth the money!"

Wu Ming didn't talk much nonsense, and briefly made a few arrangements and said, "After completing the three tasks, those who are alive can be free, and those who are willing to stay, the past, the long-cherished wish of cause and effect, this king will bear it with all his might!"