After the melee, those who survived were the strong, and the rules of the Abyss Slave Arena became relatively free, not a forced battle, within ten days, only one battle was needed, and you could choose your own opponent, of course, whether to fight or not was someone else's choice.

Ranked high, although there are many things you get, but it is not necessarily good, those who dare to challenge the top are naturally not weak, the more you rank, the easier it is to die.

Of course, the lower the ranking, the more people will challenge, soft persimmons, there are always many people who want to pinch them, and in a few days, there are more than a hundred people who want to challenge Ye Ling.

Without exception, all of them were rejected by Ye Ling, and in prison, Ye Ling seemed to close his eyes and sit cross-legged, as if he had entered a deep level of cultivation and isolated everything from the outside world.

Refusal, naturally, is considered by more people to be insufficient strength, so more people want to challenge Ye Ling, including a person in prison, who began to challenge Ye Ling.

If you kill one person, you can survive for ten days, Ye Ling is afraid of war, avoids war, and is recognized as the weakest person in the eyes of everyone, as long as you kill Ye Ling, you can live for another ten days.

For nine consecutive days, there were more than three hundred people who wanted to challenge Ye Ling, and Ye Ling still did not respond, closing his eyes and concentrating, immersed in cultivation, as if he had forgotten the time.

Abyss Slave Fighting Field, at the top, in a luxurious room with golden threads, several people are sitting, with a teapot in front of them, and the faint fragrance of tea overflows, as if they are drinking tea.

There were ten kneeling men on the ground, ten men in black, all covered with masks, the heads of ten prisons.

"Let's talk about it, what are the good seedlings in this batch of Abyss Fighting Slave Field?" an old man above looked at the ten people kneeling in front of him, took a sip of tea, and said.

"There is a fighting slave from the three-killing fighting slave field in the No. 1 prison, and in the past nine days, he has killed twenty-one people in a row, almost all of them are tortured and killed, called mountain killing, ranking first in the No. 1 prison, which is extremely good, and is a good seedling. ”

A man in black bowed slightly towards the person in front of him, and said, mentioning a person, the old man glanced at him and nodded.

"Mountain kill, I remember. ”

"Elder, there is also a person in the No. 3 prison, called the ancient tomb, this person is nine feet tall, extremely burly, and his strength is even more amazing, in the past nine days, after thirty-eight battles, no one has been able to insist on a single move under his hands, this person is extremely strong. ”

Another man in black said that he was the head of Prison No. 3, and he was talking about the number one fighting slave in Prison No. 3, and the old man looked at him and smiled.

"Thirty-eight victories, yes. The faint words, as if complimented, showed joy on the face of the man in black.

"Elder, and one of my people in Prison No. 5......" Following these two men in black, one by one, the men in black began to introduce the powerful fighting slaves in their prisons.

In the end, there was only one person left, the head of Prison No. 7, looking at the few old men sitting above, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and several old men and the man in black all looked at him.

"Seventh, what powerful fighting slaves do you have in the seventh prison, let's introduce them as well. ”

An old man said, looking at him, the seventh man in black raised his head, looked at the old man, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he wanted to speak again and again, until the old man was a little impatient, and finally said.

"Elder, there is also a person in my No. 7 prison, this person is very strong, very terrifying. ”

He said, in a word, just a description, very strong, very terrifying, without superfluous words, seeing the surprised eyes of a group of people, he took a deep breath, and continued.

"He is the last person in my No. 7 prison, and he has not experienced a battle in the past nine days, but his strength is definitely above all the fighting slaves, and he is also the strongest fighting slave I have ever seen. ”

The man in black said, one sentence, so that a group of people in black were stunned, and several old men also stared.

"On the ninth day, there was no battle, No. 7, how can you be so confident in him, winning the melee does not mean how strong a person can be, there are many ways to win the melee, but the one who can win the one-on-one battle is the really strong fighting slave, No. 7, you are exaggerating. ”

A man in black looked at him, frowned, and said, and man in black number seven glanced at him and shook his head.

"No, on the contrary, that scuffle is the one that best proves his strength, that fight, you all missed, and I am the only one who has seen that fight. ”

The seventh man in black said, as if he had thought of something, and there was a trace of trance in his expression.

"A man without spiritual powers, with his body alone, is so strong, he is the only person I have seen in all these years. ”

The seventh man in black said, and in one sentence, the room was silent for a moment.

"Since he is so strong and can be so evaluated by you, then why hasn't he fought for nine days?" said another man in black, looking at man in black seven, man in black seven looked at him, but was silent.

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"Today is the last day, he will definitely fight, strong or not, what strength he has, you will know it when you see it. ”

Finally, a man in black said, and the old men above glanced at it and nodded.

Walking out of the room, the man in black returned to the seventh prison, walked straight to the iron prison where Ye Ling was, and looked at Ye Ling in the iron prison, in the iron prison, Ye Ling also opened his eyes and looked at him.

"It's the tenth day, if you don't fight again, according to the rules of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, you will be wiped out directly, in the past nine days, there are so many people challenging you, choose one. ”

He looked at Ye Ling and said, Ye Ling's eyes froze slightly, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he stood up.

"In ten days, among the ten prisons, which one is the strongest?" Ye Ling said, one sentence, so that the number seven black-clothed people all looked stunned, and glanced at Ye Ling deeply.

"There are strong ones in every prison, if you say the strongest, I can't tell, but I can introduce you to one, the No. 3 prison No. 1 fighting slave, the ancient tomb, this person has won all thirty-eight battles in the past nine days. ”

The seventh man in black said, his eyes were always on Ye Ling's face, and on Ye Ling's face, he only saw a smile, a wicked and calm smile, which made his heart tremble.

"Every prison has a strong one, and those ten prisons, every number one, can I challenge it once?"

Ye Ling said, one sentence, made the No. 7 black-clothed man look shocked, and the surrounding people, a group of people were all shocked, including the tall and thin man, looking at Ye Ling, his face showed a dignified look.

The man in black personally came to ask a fighting slave who he wanted to challenge, this was the first time, but he didn't ask the most powerful fighting slave, his No. 1 fighting slave, but asking a fighting slave who ranked last, such an attitude is enough to prove a point.

Ye Ling's strength was by no means what they imagined, Ye Ling's strength might be stronger than him.

(End of chapter)