"Slaves?" Chu Ziheng asked suspiciously.

The attendant beside him was slightly stunned, he was able to mix here for so long, and they were all extremely good at observing words and feelings, and he could see at a glance that this word had caused Chu Ziheng's displeasure.

"It's just that some people like to say that, but it's just God's outcasts who came out of the wasteland." The squire said with a smile, wanting to skip the topic directly.

"You and I talk about it in detail."

"Hmm...... This is also something that everyone knows, the Lord of the Divine Court has a palm on the frozen furnace volcano, and calls it an abandoned land. With the strength and status of the god lord, naturally no one dared to oppose it, so gradually the remnants of the crucible volcano became slaves. ”

"Lord of the Divine Court?" Chu Ziheng muttered this name in his mouth, in "Covering the Sky", there seems to have been such a person, who once used the divine power of the quasi-emperor to compete with Ye Fan for the boundless starry sky, wanting to achieve the supreme fruit position of the emperor.

"What realm is the Lord of the Divine Court now?"

The attendant was directly stunned by Chu Ziheng's question, and looked at him deeply, wondering why this person didn't even know about this kind of thing, but he still replied respectfully: "Great Sage Realm." ”

Chu Ziheng nodded and didn't ask any more, after all, asking too many questions could easily make others suspicious. When you come to such a strange and dangerous world, you should be careful everywhere.

"Take me to the next duel, I'm going to bet!"

The attendant suddenly smiled, he was waiting for Chu Ziheng's words, he had been waiting for a long time.

He hurriedly took Chu Ziheng to the place where the bet was placed, a middle-aged man with a storage ring in front of a stone table, was recording on a stone slab with his divine sense how much gambling money the distinguished guests who came and went.

"How much? Pressure whom? He raised his head and glanced at Chu Ziheng's big mouth, and asked impatiently.

"Fifty thousand catties of source stones! Crush the slaves of the Wastelands to win! Chu Ziheng said loudly without changing his face.

Suddenly, there was an uproar among the surrounding crowds, and even the middle-aged man who recorded the gambling money looked at Chu Ziheng with wide eyes.

It's not that they haven't seen a duel bet 50,000 yuan, after all, none of the cultivators who come and go here are idle people, and even someone has pressed millions of jin of source stones in a game.

But the slaves of the Wastelands win? Isn't this incompatible with your own source stone?

You must know that the odds of this God's Forsaken are now as high as 1 to 16, which shows how big the difference in strength between the two is.

On one side are the outcasts of the abandoned land frozen by the Lord of the Divine Court, and on the other side are the warriors who have been trained by the family to test themselves here, so it should be obvious who wins and who loses.

The people inside the Xuyan Gladiatorial Arena must have already probed Yin Song's strength and arranged an impossible opponent for him, but they gave the other party benefits in advance to make the opponent merciful, and did not kill this outcast.

After all, the outcasts are just a gimmick, just use it to hype. Winning is impossible. In case he kills the disciples of the family and causes the wrath of the family, what should be done with the gladiatorial arena? Don't you still give up Yin Song's life to calm the other party's anger.

This obviously does not outweigh the losses.

…………

While everyone was stunned, only the attendant who had been leading the way was happy, and a distinguished guest like this who had been brought over by him had invested such a huge amount of gambling money at once, and he could get a lot of shares and rewards.

For example, the middle-aged man in front of him was once an ordinary attendant, just because he attracted a sage of the ancient clan, this saint threw tens of millions of catties, so that he suddenly became one of the stewards of the entire dueling arena.

And the person in front of him is obviously not the steward himself, what is sitting here to calculate the accounts is just a god in his Dao Palace, and his body is at least a high-level existence, I don't know where the spirit is.

The source stones slanted out, piled up on the ground like a hill.

The steward's divine sense swept back and forth, and he already knew in his heart, he raised his hand to put these source stones into the storage space, and then threw Chu Ziheng a purple gold token, which was engraved with his gambling money and current odds.

What Chu Ziheng didn't expect was that after he bought Yin Song and won 50,000 catties, many cultivators followed suit one after another, and Yin Song's odds also rose from sixteen to twelve.

Half an hour later, the huge bell above the dome in the Colosseum roared, and the sound reverberated throughout the arena, shocking everyone.

Chu Ziheng's eyes were fixed on the passage on the side of the dueling arena, and the duel was about to begin.

An iron door slowly opened, a little blood-red light flickered in the deep passage, and a sturdy body walked out of it, the muscles of its body were like steel casting, and every step caused the ground to tremble. It was obviously a cultivator of the body refining stream, and his physical body was extremely terrifying.

Chu Ziheng's eyes were complicated, this person's physical body was probably no longer under him, even if he was fixed in the same realm as Yin Song, his physical strength was completely crushed, and there was almost no chance of winning.

On the other side, the iron door opened, and Yin Song walked out of it silently, very calm and expressionless.

In fact, Yin Song's body shape is very normal, but at this time, he looks extremely thin compared to his opponent, and the two of them are not of the same magnitude at all in terms of physical body.

"Disciples of the Six Brakes, should be born in heaven!" The man's voice was deep and deep, and he reported his life.

"Yin Song..."

"Outcasts from the Wastelands, I hope you don't let me down." Ying Shengtian's angular face had a somewhat cruel smile on it, and it seemed that he just regarded Yin Song as a subordinate of everything, without any pressure at all.

"It will be as you wish." Yin Song no longer has his usual funny temperament, and at this time, his eyes are staring directly at his opponent, and he said lightly.

"The strength of both sides is fixed in the Wheel Sea Secret Realm!" A grand voice spread throughout the gladiatorial arena, and a law suppression was thrown from the divine bell above their heads, and entered the bodies of Yin Song and Ying Shengtian.

The cultivators of the Four Extremes Secret Realm can already be said to be shattered when they fight, and this gladiatorial arena can't withstand it at all, so here their realm will be imprisoned at a polar level, reducing their destructive power.

"Suffer death."

Ying Shengtian grinned, and suddenly stepped on a deep pit on the special stone slab, and his body suddenly turned into a glimpse and burst away.

His speed was extremely fast, his body was almost distorted in the air, and at the same time, several afterimages remained in the dueling arena, and the next moment they all disappeared, leaving no trace.

Suddenly, a huge fist flashed out of thin air, and the space that hit it directly shattered, and the sharp fist wind shattered through the stone slabs and cracked into wide ravines.

Chu Ziheng was frightened, if his realm was imprisoned in the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, I am afraid that he would only be able to barely exert such power.

This man is extraordinary!