In the dilapidated streets, before the light of day cleared, the world began to be noisy. Looking at the sky, I saw a continuous high city wall, entrenched in the northwest like a black dragon. The main entrance of the city wall is inlaid with two big gilt characters---- "Flowing Clouds", which makes people feel vigorous and powerful at a glance, and is extremely shocking. This is the northwest border city under the rule of the Great Yan Imperial Family of the Barbarian Continent - Liuyun City.

Legend has it that the first emperor of Dayan has unparalleled combat power, and has fought for thousands of years to lay down this huge country, in order to protect the foundation of the world, he set up a military power government in each city to control the military and political power of a city, a government governs a city, and a county is set up on the war power house, and a county is set up on the county, and a state is set up on the road, and the power of Dayan Kyushu is centralized in the capital city of Jingdu.

On the outskirts of Liuyun City, the ragged paupers are like stiff machines shuttling through the alleys that are not spacious, reflecting the slums in front of them like an ugly devil ridiculing the slums in front of them, and poverty is evil is vividly described at this time.

Passing through this jagged slum, walking through a few twists and turns of deep alleys, walking along the slightly wider official road and walking inward for about a quarter of an hour, suddenly opened up, surrounded by rows of cyan marble built into a huge circular palace more than ten zhang high, standing like a flock of chickens in this Liuyun City. The hall is a huge circular viewing platform, inlaid with tens of thousands of stone seats in an orderly manner, and the center is a circular lifting platform about 100 zhang wide, which is the lively and extraordinary "Liuyun Martial Arts Arena".

In the stone prison under the martial arts arena, "the demonic aura of the purple and gloomy hall lingers, revealing a gloomy atmosphere inside and out, the surroundings are in a mess, the corpses outside the hall are like mountains, the blood is soaked in cyan floors and glows with scarlet cold light, and a thin figure curled up in the blood and looks extremely helpless......"

"Ah", as usual, Qin Yang woke up from his dream again, it was still that small cell, empty, and I don't know when he was cursed by this bloody dream and lingered. The dream is very cruel, but I don't know that what awaits me today is a cruel battle, which is actually more cruel than cruelty.

Qin Yang dragged his thin but slightly capable body to stand up from the haystack, driving the heavy shackles to make a rattling sound, facing the martial arts arena outside, the only ray of morning light sprinkled on his face through the palm-sized stone prison window, still expressionless, and a few green tendons on his handsome face twitched a few times inadvertently.

The imprisoned here are either slaves or criminals who have been banished to the border, no matter where they come from, there is only one fate, in the martial arts arena, fighting with others, fighting with themselves, fighting with fate, every moment is reduced to a tool for the nobles to pass the time for fun, and will eventually be crushed to death by the meat grinder of the martial arts arena.

The sunrise shines on the earth in the east, and it still can't disperse the dense dark clouds, at this moment, the martial arts arena is full, and the nobles are laughing and laughing in groups, as if the next sentence of life and death has nothing to do with them, and it really has nothing to do with them, but it is not worth mentioning to them.

"Everyone, please be quiet, stop betting, today's martial arts fight will start immediately, please sit down", as the lifting platform slowly rose, a tall middle-aged martial artist stood in the middle and said slowly, a few words, not angry and self-righteous, this martial arts cultivator is none other than Cui Jianhong, the chief governor of the martial arts arena, whose combat power has reached the peak of the middle view, and the combat power in this Liuyun City is enough to rank in the top five.

(Martial arts hierarchy: Sense, Homogeneous, Mesoyamaka, Kongming, Fuyao, Feathering...... ）

"The guards of the martial arts arena are in place and on guard, with slaves No. 2 and No. 17," Cui Jianhong ordered. The No. 17 stone prison was suddenly opened, and two unkempt slaves dragged their shackles out of the stone gate, and slowly walked towards the martial arts platform under the leadership of two guards with swords on their waists. The viewing platform erupted into a thunderous shout, and everyone's eyes revealed the essence of longing. This shout was given to no one else, it was No. 2, a star player who had not tasted defeat in the martial arts arena.

After the two of them stood still on the fighting platform, the guards stepped forward and skillfully removed their shackles. Before announcing the start of the fight, No. 2 swooped down and killed the opponent, the whirring of his nostrils muffled the sound of breathing in the field, which was his pride.

The abnormal thing is that No. 17 seems to have been stimulated by blood, and rushes towards No. 2, and the two of them are immediately killed. The four muscular arms wrestled together, the muscles tensing into the veins as if they were about to burst. On the martial arts arena, it was either the enemy who died or his own death, probably because of the desire for life that inspired each other's ferocity, and after 20 rounds of fierce fighting, the two were still bloodied.

"Wasn't this beast No. 2 very good at fighting before, how can he be on par with No. 17 today."

"I said it a long time ago, the aura of the 17th is not small, it's really hard to say who wins and loses today, brother, I'm afraid you're going to lose this hundred red crystals."

"You are an afterthought, just now you were shouting to buy No. 2, and now you are saying such cool words."

Suddenly, the spectator seat exploded, and the always brave No. 2 Killing God seemed to have encountered a strong opponent, which made some Xungui who bought No. 2 to win very dissatisfied.

As the No. 2, who had not tasted defeat, he was afraid, he was retreating, and he was afraid of the madman who appeared in the sky on the 17th, and he began to have flaws. No. 17 was still ferociously waving his offensive fist, and suddenly a sweeping leg focused on No. 2, followed by a fatal blow to No. 2's head, resulting in No. 2's life. Silence, deathly silence, this result made the bet on the reversal of the purchase of 17 excited, but gave the buy 2 a sober slap in the face.

Cui Jianhong flew over the martial arts platform and looked around the arena, and the spectator seat suddenly fell silent. "There is no absolute undefeated, the loser does not have to be discouraged, and the slaves who have not yet shot in the stone prison may not be able to be wonderful, with the No. 7 criminals", after speaking, he jumped off the martial arts platform.

As the winner of the counterattack, No. 17 stood in the center of the field, and at this time he was the focus and the target of the public. Probably a discerning person has already seen that the undefeated myth before No. 2 was erected by the high-level of the martial arts arena. At the climax of his appearance as a star, it was the senior management of the martial arts arena who broke the pattern of buying No. 2 to win, and only the martial arts arena could break the undefeated martial arts arena, which was the usual trick of the wealth of the martial arts arena circle, but it captured the idea that people flocked to, which can be described as tried and tested.

A moment later, a young man about 16 years old stood opposite No. 17, with messy hair but vaguely visible angular face, it was Qin Yang. Standing on the fighting platform, he was shackled, but his mind was still thinking about the bloody dream of that picture.

"Is there any mistake, is the martial arts arena crazy today, did you bring this kid who hasn't grown any hair to feed this No. 17 big guy?"

"The eagle catches the chicken, and you can think of the 17th with your butt."

...... There was a commotion in the audience, and the noise was unconscious. It's really because the appearance of the two people on the stage seems to be too different, and it is impossible to imagine that there will be a second reversal.