Those who can participate in this spirit beast competition are all families standing at the top of the Great Zhou.

A saint-level mid-grade treasure is nothing to these famous nobles, it is just a lottery, and everyone is fighting.

However, in addition to the famous nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are also some small martial arts families or chamber of commerce families in Zhuangzi.

These small families are here to find backers, and they still have the intention of marrying the princes and nobles, if they can marry their daughters into the princely family, even if they are concubines, then these small families can be regarded as one step to the sky.

The Shen family launched the Blood Claw Demon Wolf King, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Yo! A prince applauded.

The Bloodclaw Demon Wolf King, a king-level demon beast, has combat power equivalent to the Martial Sect Realm.

However, the demon beast will become more and more ferocious after smelling blood, so when the demon beast and the warrior of the same level meet, the warrior had better flee immediately, otherwise there is a danger of being eaten.

This blood-clawed demon wolf king is a person-tall on all four paws, and his fur is cleanly brushed, shiny and shiny, which is indeed very good-looking.

However, it can be seen from its ferocious beast pupils that this is a wild demon beast, and strictly speaking, it is not a spirit beast.

However, at a fun party like this for the prince and grandson, no one cares whether it is a spirit beast or a demon beast.

Moreover, wild demon beasts are more ferocious and bloody than domesticated spirit beasts, and now many princely families like to keep demon beasts in captivity, and they have to be more brutal.

In fact, fighting beasts in the Kyushu continent, just like the ancient fighting crickets in the previous life, give the crickets the name of "red-robed general", and put them in the jar to fight, the more fierce the fight, the better, as for whether it is wild or self-raised, it doesn't matter.

"Shen Gongzi, did you play so big at the beginning? A prince sitting in the west said in a loud voice.

Shen Siming replied with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a hot field." Later, you can fight casually and have fun. ”

There are still some differences between the Spirit Beast Race and the Fighting Beast.

The top giants of the Great Zhou Dynasty prefer to hold spirit beast competitions rather than fighting beasts.

The difference between this is that the rules of the Spirit Beast Race are more rigorous, and you can just divide the winners and losers.

Fighting beasts are different, and the low-end Colosseum is usually a death fight, bitten to death.

Therefore, in the low-end Colosseum outside, few people will take the spirit beast out to fight, after all, the spirit beast raised by his own hands will have some feelings, and it is okay to fight and play, but he is unwilling to fight to the death.

Therefore, among the princes and nobles, the spirit beast competition is more popular, the rules are strict, and the victory and defeat will be over, and someone will go down to separate the spirit beasts of the two sides.

The spirit beast competition is divided into levels, and usually spirit beasts of the same level will fight together.

For example, this blood-clawed demon wolf king is a martial sect-level one, and he can only fight with spirit beasts that are also martial sect level, and he can't bully low-level spirit beasts.

Martial Sect-level spirit beasts, in the spirit beast competition, are relatively high-level.

Compared with the Lingwu level and below the Lingwu level, it is usually called "Dou Xiaochang", just now the prince said that he was embarrassed to fight a small field, what he said was that Shen Siming launched a martial arts level in the first game, which made those who like to fight small fields very unhappy.

There is a way to play with a small fight.

For example, Zheng Kexiao, the son-in-law of the Zheng family of Tianji Pavilion, raised a fanged mink, and has been dominating the Lingwu-level colosseum for many years.

Fighting a small field is this kind of gameplay, raising an invincible spirit beast of a certain level, sweeping other princes and grandsons, it is very majestic.

The Spirit Beast Race begins.

The host of the Shen family shouted for a while, and a prince and grandson from Donglu Prefecture came to fight, but there was no saint-level mid-grade treasure in his hand, so he directly used the spirit stone of the corresponding value as the color head.

This fight lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the winner was quickly decided, and the Bloodclaw Demon Wolf King chased the scaly-clawed beast and bit it around.

After the winner was decided, the Shen family's guards rushed down the field to separate the two spirit beasts.

At the end of the first game, a prince sitting on the west side of the viewing platform stood up and said, "Shen Gongzi, the martial sect-level battle is over. Let's have a Lingwu-level fight. ”

The people sitting on the west side are all families who don't deal with Jiangmen, so the east and west sides naturally form an opposition.

A son of the gate in the east immediately stood up and retorted: "Who doesn't know you, Lingwu-level, must have released Zheng Kexiao's fanged mink again." ”

Zheng Kexiao was immediately unhappy, patted the wine table and shouted: "What's the matter? My fangs are too strong, blame me?"

Jiangmen said unhappily: "If you dare to dispense an antidote to the blood of the poisonous fangs mink, do you see if we dare to fight you!"

Most of the nobles in the Great Zhou Dynasty are unwilling to fight with Zheng Kexiao's fanged mink, and if they lose the fight, they will admit it, the problem is that even if their spirit beast wins the fight, the poison in it is difficult to solve, and if you don't do it, this spirit beast will be abolished.

Zheng Kexiao sneered: "My fanged mink bites not a thousand but eight hundred garbage spirit beasts a year, if each one is cut to blood and the antidote, when my fanged mink is a blood bag?"

"You!"

The two sides didn't deal with each other in the first place, and as soon as they quarreled like this, the anger came up.

The little marquis of the Holy Mighty Marquis family suddenly said loudly: "If you want me to say, even if we don't use the poison fangs, you have no chance of winning." Otherwise, we guarantee that before each family's spirit martial arts spirit beasts finish fighting, they will definitely not be on Zheng Gongzi's poisonous fangs and mink. Let's use ordinary spirit beasts to play with you first, and see how many games you can win. ”

"Come on, fight, fight!"

So both sides took out treasures as color heads, and released Lingwu-level spirit beasts to start the competition.

The spirit beasts on both sides fought more than ten times, winning and losing each other, and the more fierce the fighting, the higher the value of the lottery heads.

In the end, Mo Yunxiao brought a dark cloud lynx and swept the opposite side with three consecutive wins.

Mo Yunxiao clenched his fists excitedly and laughed: "Who else?"

When he was excited, he was suddenly kicked by a "person".

He looked back and found that it was the Thunder Eagle that Ye Xuan brought with him stretched out his claws and kicked it.

"Hey, you're pretty naughty with this bird. Mo Yunxiao wanted to be angry, but when he thought that it was a spirit beast raised by Ye Xuan, he didn't care about it generously.

He didn't care, but Thunderball refused to give up and cooed.

When the princes and grandsons of each family came to participate in the spirit beast competition, they would bring the spirit beast master from the family, and Mo Yunxiao naturally brought the spirit beast master over.

He glanced back at the Mo family's spirit beast master, pointed at the thunderball, and asked, "What is it doing?"

The Mo family's spirit beast master's expression froze for a moment, and he replied: "According to the beast language, it wants the son to hand over the barbecue he owes, otherwise he will never forgive you." ”

"Hey!" Mo Yunxiao glared, patted Ye Xuan's arm, and said, "You just told me really?

"But don't worry too much, with me here, this foodie won't do anything to you, at least not dead. Ye Xuan casually agreed.

"Hey, so arrogant?"

Mo Yunxiao had just won three games in a row, and he was in a good mood, and he didn't plan to be serious with a bird.

At this time, Qin Wanwan walked up, squeezed Mo Yunxiao away, and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at you as a big person, you still bully Thunderball, Thunderball is so cute." ”

As she spoke, she took out a piece of jerky, tore it open and began to feed Thunderball, giggling as she fed it.

"Hey!" Mo Yunxiao scratched his head.

At this time, on the west side of the viewing platform, they lost three games in a row, which greatly reduced the morale of the stability-seeking faction.

Zheng Kexiao stood up, looked over here with a haughty attitude, and said loudly: "Mo Yunxiao, I'm going to have a poisonous fang, do you admit defeat? If you take the initiative to admit defeat, you won't be accepted." Give you a step down. ”

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