"Without a little spiritual power, with a mortal body, he can actually reach such a point, except for that person, he will be the strongest fighting slave in the history of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field. ”

An old man said, looking at Ye Ling in the arena, as if he had thought of something, with a solemn look on his face.

"This kind of person, once he unlocks the sealing spirit lock, will definitely be a terrifying genius, just like that person, but it is also the most difficult to control, Seven, what is his origin?"

An old man looked at the No. 7 man in black and asked, and the No. 7 man in black stepped forward slightly and bowed to the old man.

"Elder Yu, according to the records of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, he came from a Fighting Slave called the Blood Soul Fighting Slave Field, and he had no other experience, he grew up in the Fighting Slave Arena since he was a child. ”

The seventh man in black said, and several old men glanced at him, and then looked at Ye Ling in the arena, all of them staring.

"Try again, if he really has the strength, he should be the core disciple of our Situ Mansion to cultivate. ”

"A few other prison slaves went to fight with him to see where his limit was, and how much worse it was compared to the person he once was. ”

Several old men said, and the group of black-clothed people kneeling on the ground were all shocked, looked at a few old men, and after a moment, stood up, bowed slightly, and retreated.

"Your name is Scarn?"

On the fighting field, an old man in purple came out of the air, stood in mid-air, looked at Ye Ling in the arena and said, Ye Ling raised his head and also looked at him, his eyes were calm, and he nodded.

"Are you from the Blood Soul Fighting Slave Farm in the southern city of Taixuan City?" The purple-clothed old man stared at him and asked again, Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, with a touch of coldness in his smile.

"I'm from outside Taixuan City. Ye Ling said lightly, one sentence, which made the old man's expression condense, and then smiled.

The Blood Soul Fighting Slave Field is indeed not in the southern city of Taixuan City, but outside of Taixuan City, in another city, this is just a temptation, testing whether Ye Ling is lying to them.

On the surrounding high wall, a group of people looked at Ye Ling, and then looked at the purple-clothed old man who suddenly appeared, his face showed dissatisfaction, and the purple-clothed old man looked around, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Guys, do you want to see another battle with him today?" said the old man in purple, and there was a sudden silence around him, and then his voice was instantaneous, and all of them were full of excitement.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

......

The voice was like a wave, surging in the sky, and the old man in purple showed a smile and looked at Ye Ling in the arena.

"Scar slave, we will arrange another battle for you today, if you win, you can directly bypass all the fighting slaves, get the qualification to live, and even join the core of my abyss fighting slave field, are you willing?"

The old man in purple said, one sentence, which surprised the people around the high wall, and looked at the old man in purple with a shocked look.

Although they don't know much about the origin and background of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, they all know that the forces behind the Abyss Slave Fighting Farm can stand in Taixuan City for so long, and it must not be simple.

Entering the core of the abyss slave fighting field, doesn't it mean that you are going to enter the force behind it, so it is tantamount to ascending to the sky in one step, from a lowly slave to a human being.

In just an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Ling's body in the arena again, and their expressions were condensed.

Standing next to a corpse, Ye Ling's hands were still stained with blood, looking at the purple-clothed old man in the sky, and the people around the high wall, there was no fluctuation in his eyes from beginning to end.

There was only indifference in his eyes, with a hint of anger, standing in the arena, as if he was independent of the world, so that the old man in purple was staring, looking at Ye Ling, he actually began to suspect that Ye Ling would refuse.

This dou slave, he actually couldn't see clearly, there seemed to be something else hidden in this pair of indifferent pupils.

"If I win and enter the core, can my position be above you?"

After a long time, Ye Ling finally spoke, and one sentence made the old man in purple stunned, the world around him was quiet, higher than the old man in purple, above the old man in purple, he actually dared to say such a thing.

"It's crazy, a fighting slave, he actually wants to be on a par with the steward of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field. ”

"It's crazy, but he has such strength, he is already so strong without spiritual power, once he has aura, I am afraid he is also a terrifying genius, and his status cannot surpass that of the steward of the Abyss Slave Fighting Field. ”

"But this is the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, offending the steward of the Abyss Slave Fighting Ground here, does he want to die?"

......

On the high wall, countless people said, looking at the old man in purple, and then at Ye Ling in the arena, with a solemn look on his face.

"Yes, if you really get into the core and make a result, so that some big man notices you, one day, even if we see you, you will salute, and you will be above us. ”

Another person stepped out of the air, and it was also an old man, full of white hair, looking at Ye Ling and saying.

It was another steward of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, and after him, there were three other people, all of whom were old men, and their eyes all fell on Ye Ling, with scrutiny in their eyes and some surprise.

"As long as you can win, pass our assessment, and enter the core, not to mention surpassing us, it is even possible to become the number one big man in Taixuan City. ”

An old man said, looking at Ye Ling, as if he was looking at another person through Ye Ling.

Ye Ling looked at a few old men and smiled, a cold and arrogant smile made several old men look stunned.

"In that case, then come. Ye Ling said lightly, with an indifferent face, as if he didn't take the assessment of a few people to heart at all, and there was a kind of peerless and independent arrogance.

"Good. ”

An old man said, looking at the iron gates on both sides of the arena, his eyes showed a gleam, and there were footsteps in the iron gates on both sides, and some people were walking step by step in the iron gates.

"They are all the most powerful slaves in the Abyss Slave Fighting Field, win them, kill them, you can enter the core of my Abyss Slave Fighting Field, and from then on, the carp will jump into the dragon gate and be a master. ”

The old man in purple said, with a calm face, the five old men stood in the five corners of the arena, looking at the two iron gates.

At the iron gate on the left, a man with bandages on his arms slowly walked out and looked at Ye Ling in the arena, his eyes were cold.

There was also a person on the right who walked out, it was a bald young man, his eyes were full of anger, and as soon as he walked out of the iron gate, he stared at Ye Ling, like a hungry wolf's eyes, as if he was about to pounce on Ye Ling at any time.

After the two of them, there were still people walking out, one after another, each of them was full of murderous aura, looking at Ye Ling, with cruelty in their eyes, there were seventeen people in total, and the most powerful fighting slaves in the ten prisons all gathered around Ye Ling and surrounded Ye Ling.

(End of chapter)