"My lord, please come here."

The waiter of the Soto Great Fighting Soul Arena led the way respectfully in front, and did not neglect Zhao Xuan in the slightest because of his age.

Along the way, many guests and soul masters looked at Zhao Xuan with surprised expressions, one because of his outstanding appearance, and the second because he looked too young.

Holding the mask that Flender handed him, Zhao Xuan seemed to understand why Flender handed him this.

"Is the Arena underground?"

After putting on the mask, Zhao Xuan looked at the somewhat deep staircase in front of him and asked the waiter on the side.

"Yes, the more dangerous arenas are all below, and the first level is only the gambling arena." The waiter replied.

Zhao Xuan nodded, without the slightest surprise. It's normal for light to float on the surface and darkness to hide underground.

Candles lit on both sides of the deep staircase, but the light of the flame does not dispel the darkness, the candlelight is confined to a small area, and the whole staircase feels cold.

Zhao Xuan followed the waiter down, and in the stairwell he faintly heard a slight sound coming from under his feet, and as his footsteps got closer and closer, the sound became louder and louder.

The moment I stepped out of the stairs, the light swallowed up by the darkness spilled back into the world, and at the same time, a huge noise began to echo in my ears, roaring, invective, exclaiming, and crying bitterly......

There was such a noisy sound in all directions, Zhao Xuan was a little uncomfortable, he frowned and turned his head to look around.

It is a large rotunda, and on the top of the hall hangs many glowing crystal lamps, crystal lamps with beaded curtains, and the crystals strung on the beaded curtains emit dazzling light.

In the center of the hall is a circular counter, where the largest number of people gather, and the others are scattered in twos and threes through the hall.

There were more than fifty passages at the edge of the hall, and Zhao Xuan was one of them, and those noisy voices came from some of them.

"My lord, you can sign up for what competition you want to participate in." The waiter on the side pointed to the middle of the hall.

Zhao Xuan nodded, and then walked towards the counter in front of him, and his figure also attracted a lot of attention.

Many people standing in the hall chatting stopped, and all kinds of eyes looked at Zhao Xuan, and the most of them were not good.

"Newcomer?"

"Interesting, there's one more prey."

"It's a pity that I can't see his face clearly with a mask, otherwise I would have been able to imagine the scene where my fingertips cut through his face."

Someone laughed weirdly, and the sound was like pushing and pulling a stuck door, a high-pitched and irritating sound.

Zhao Xuan's face under the mask was calm, as if the surrounding environment could not affect him in the slightest.

He reached the counter and handed out his Iron Fighting Spirit badge.

"Hello, sign up for indiscriminate fighting." Zhao Xuan's voice was a little thick, but it was still a little immature.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the staff at the counter, but they quickly respectfully accepted Zhao Xuan's badge.

"Please wait, honorable lordship." After taking Zhao Xuan's badge, he simply made a few notes, and then spoke.

"Your competition will start in ten minutes at the No. 3 court, and you can wait here for the rest of the day."

Zhao Xuan nodded, and then stood casually in a corner of the hall.

The people around also withdrew their gaze towards Zhao Xuan, but Zhao Xuan's gaze looked at them again.

These people were of all shapes, and some of them hid their faces like Zhao Xuan, obviously not wanting to be recognized. And many people can't tell that he is a soul master from the outside, but Zhao Xuan can feel the more or less fluctuating soul power from the people here.

There was a sloppy old man, sitting in a corner of the hall with a wine gourd, his face wrinkled like a ravine, and a red patch.

A young woman in a red dress, graceful and glorious, just standing there like a spotlight, attracting people's attention.

And also......

Here, the soul masters who are quite respected in the outside world are like rotten streets, no one can see their dignity, and even before long they will be like monkeys to be watched.

While waiting, there were bursts of voices in the hall from time to time, and the soul master who had been pronounced his nickname hurriedly walked towards a passage.

Zhao Xuan stood quietly, this made him sigh very much, who would have thought that the world here was like?!

"Please go to the No. 7 Fighting Soul Field." Three times in a row, a voice rang out in the hall.

"It's my turn."

Zhao Xuan showed a smile, and there seemed to be a raging fire rising in his heart, and he felt that the blood in his entire body was boiling.

Sometimes he also feels weird, he is not a person who wants to fight, his dream is to be a salted fish, lazy and lazy to spend his life.

But deep inside his body, it was as if a flame that would never be extinguished burned to drive him to fight.

Walking into the passage to the seventh field of the earth, there is a waiter waiting at the end of the road.

At this moment, there was a deep and dark passage to the left and right, and in the distance you could see the exit full of light in the distance, and the waiter pointed to one of the paths.

"Your Excellency, please."

Zhao Xuan stepped into the darkness, and the surroundings became surprisingly quiet, and the scene here made people feel a little flustered, as if they could hear their beating hearts clearly.

This seems to be the purpose of the designer, he seems to whisper in an unknown corner, to feel the darkness, to feel the gushing blood, to feel the loneliness, and then out of the darkness, into the light to fight!

The moment he stepped out of the darkness again, the surging blood filled his brain, making people red-faced.

"Welcome to our other challenger, Inky Mystery! He's a level thirty-four-level Control System Battle Soul Venerable! ”

"And his opponent is the forty-fifth level Battle Spirit Sect who has already won five consecutive victories in this arena, the blood-colored lone wolf."

"This is a long-awaited battle of the Rank Difference! Roar, guys! ”

Before anyone heard it, Zhao Xuan, who had just walked out of the passage, heard the host's crazy shouts.

The surrounding audience seemed to be boiling, the noise echoed in the enclosed space, and the voices of excitement and madness came and went!

"Lone wolf! Kill that newcomer! ”

"Kill him! Let his blood be spilled! ”

“……”

The crowd around was crazy, but the arena was strangely calm.

Zhao Xuan first looked at the environment on the field, they were standing on a fifty-meter-square platform, surrounded by high stands, on which sat heart-rending and screaming spectators.

The venue is very dim, and it seems that in order to set off the atmosphere, all around are relatively dim yellow crystal lamps.

Then, Zhao Xuan looked at the man opposite, his eyes like a falcon......