"Blood bats! Blood Bats! ”

Thunderous voices erupted from the audience.

For a while, it resounded throughout the fighting arena.

The old man was quite satisfied with this result, and motioned to his subordinates to arrange the battle again.

"The soul skill of this blood bat has a wide range of poisonous attacks, on the soul fighting platform, using this soul skill, the opponent has to face it due to the limitation of space, and the blood bat is not stupid!"

The young bishop said slowly.

Hearing the praise, a smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

At the same time, on the fighting arena, Shen Lang walked slowly, intending to have a one-on-one battle first.

"I'm going to sign up for a fight!"

Shen Lang took out ten golden soul coins and handed them to the girl in charge of registration.

"Gambling fights? Are you sure? ”

The girl's eyes were surprised.

Another person who died for the Golden Soul Coins?

She thinks it is still necessary to persuade Shen Lang, after all, the mortality rate in the gambling arena has been a bit abnormal recently.

Almost no one wants to go.

And the teenager in front of him still has a lot of good times.

After all, he hasn't married a wife yet.

"Sure!"

Shen Lang said again.

“……”

The girl looked at Shen Lang with pity and registered.

Shen Lang was arranged!

He walked towards the gambling area 1 that had been assigned.

After a while, he saw a passage in front of him, and the words "Gambling Zone 1" were on it.

Shen Lang stepped in.

The lounge area is a big room.

However, to Shen Lang's surprise, there was no one here?

Empty?

What's going on?

Wow!

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and Shen Lang looked for the sound.

At the entrance where the stairs face down, two staff members walked up carrying a man on a stretcher.

It is covered with a white cloth.

“……”

Shen Lang.

At the same time, on the main fighting spirit stage, a host spoke loudly:

"Congratulations to Mr. Blood Bat for winning the gambling fight again, the following will be the fighting spirit of the gambling fighting area, Mr. Blood Bat is facing a newcomer to the boy, I heard that this teenager is still the first time to participate in the fighting spirit, what is the result?"

"We'll wait and see, please Langshen!"

The host couldn't wait to place a bet, and hastily introduced.

On the audience, a burst of laughter broke out:

"Haha, still a chick?"

"Blood Bat, second him! Press 500 Silver Soul Coins! ”

"It's only five hundred, and I'll press five hundred and one!"

"Blood bats poison him, poison him!!"

“……”

On the audience, shouts came and went.

The Blood Bat enjoyed the moment very much.

His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for his opponent to appear.

After a while, Shen Lang slowly came to the Fighting Spirit Platform.

At this moment, he put on the black mask that he had prepared in advance.

There is something special about this side, especially the part of the mouth.

The two rows of vicious-looking and sharp fangs stand out and look like venom.

In the VIP box, the old man showed a smile and said:

"It seems that this young man is going to suffer, why can't you think about it now, young people now?"

The young bishop, with slightly narrowed eyes, seemed to be lying asleep.

In his opinion, there is no suspense in this battle.

"Who the hell are you?"

The bishop remembered what had been recorded in the archives six years earlier, the boy.

There was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

But I don't know where this uneasiness comes from.

On stage, the battle is about to break out!

"Martial Spirit Possession!"

The Blood Bat spoke in a deep voice.

The next moment, a blood-colored bat phantom appeared behind him.

"Bats? Chrysanthemum bats? ”

Shen Lang muttered, his heart full of murderous intent.

At this time, there was a hint of bloodthirsty cruelty in the eyes of the blood bat.

When he saw Shen Lang, it was like a hungry wolf meeting a lamb, and he couldn't wait to rush up and tear him apart.

"Soul Skill: Nightmare!"

A blood-red mist spread across the stage.

At the same time, Lei Instant!

Shen Lang disappeared in place!

Shrouded in blood-colored mist, Shen Lang's figure reappeared and had already come to the other party.

Shen Lang stretched out a hand and directly pinched the other party's neck.

The Blood Bat wanted to struggle, but couldn't.

He looked at Shen Lang with a shocked look in his eyes.

The terrifying speed of the other party shocked him.

His own poison was ineffective against him.

Shen Lang exuded a cold aura from his body.

Feeling this chill on Shen Lang's body, the blood bat's face changed greatly, and he wanted to kill me.

"Let me ........."

The Blood Bat pleaded.

"Let you go? You're thinking too much. ”

Click!

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Shen Lang directly twisted his neck, and then shook it casually.

Bang!

The latter's figure smashed directly to the ground like a dead dog, not moving.

There was an uproar in the audience.

No one thought that such a fighting spirit, which was originally without suspense, would end with such a result.

They looked angry, and the blood bats had nearly ruined their families.

This loses money!

Inside the VIP box.

The young bishop turned his head to look at the old man.

The meaning is self-explanatory.

This is the genius you have been desperately looking for?

Directly let people give seconds?

Let this kind of person join the Martial Spirit Palace?

Cold sweat continued to flow down the old man's forehead.

Cursed in my heart:

"Blood bats, this shit!"

At this time, the young bishop spoke:

"However, this young man is not bad, he is decisive in killing, keep it for observation, how he will perform in the future, if he can, let him join the Martial Spirit Palace!"

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The old man said respectfully, but he still had lingering palpitations.

After the one-on-one soul fight, Shen Lang decided to participate in a two-on-two soul fight, so that he would accumulate more points.

However, the two-on-two fighting spirit must be participated by two people, and Shen Lang is only one person now.

Out of the gambling area 1, Shen Lang walked towards the two-on-two registration area.

The girl in charge of the gambling registration saw Shen Lang walking out of it intact, revealing a ghost-like expression.

It seemed to her that many people were standing up and going in and being carried out.

Two-on-two registration area.

There are not many people here, and most of them are looking to form teams.

Most of them came alone, and as for participating in two-on-two battles, they were generally curious.

This combination is known as an impromptu team.

In the 2v2 area, the win rate of the temporary team is not high.

Because of the temporary team, there was a lack of tacit understanding in the battle.

For this reason, many people can't form a team, but there are some tall iron teenagers who have been standing here, waiting for the opportunity to form a team.

"Martial Soul Dagger, eleventh level of soul power, hundred-year soul ring, two-on-two team!"

At this time, a white-haired young man, wearing a mask, spoke without humility.

This white color is dyed at first glance.

At this time, there was a lot of talk around.

"Eleventh level also came to participate in the two-on-two battle, are you seeking defeat?"

A strong man spoke.

"Eleven level is too low, after you play, you will encounter an opponent of level eighteen or even nineteen, the probability of failure is too great, and you have wasted the gold soul coin, take the money and go to the store to have a good time, isn't it?"

A skinny man who couldn't be thinner couldn't be thinner shook his head.

The boy remained unmoved.

At this time, Shen Lang walked over and looked at the young man in front of him.

Both men wore masks.

"Let's do it together!"

Shen Lang looked at the other party and said, I haven't brought a newcomer for a long time.

"Okay, thank you!"

Lan Ling finally waited for someone who was willing to team up with him, and sincerely thanked him.

On the other side, gamble on the first area.

The person in charge of the Fighting Soul Arena came to the registration office.

The girl was a little panicked, and hurriedly said respectfully:

"Meet your lord!"

"Well, the little guy who came out of it just now, show me his registration information."

The old man was not angry and commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

The girl handed it over.

The old man took a look.

Name: Langshen!

Self-introduction: The Fighting Soul Field is new!

Age: Twelve.

Martial Soul: You'er.

Soul power: Level 20.

“……”

Old man.

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The rabbit is writing a book for the first time, and there must be a lot of shortcomings, please forgive me.

The rabbit believes that he will write better and better.

Please support the rabbits!

Thank!

I really can't stand the exploitation of the capitalists, it's too difficult for rabbits.

It's the night shift again.

I only have to eat instant noodles.