"Are you sure?"

The man in black looked at Ye Ling, his eyes were slightly condensed, he was silent for a moment, and then said, Ye Ling looked at him, nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, at first glance, he looked like a son of a family.

is obviously a lowly fighting slave, but this moment actually gave him a feeling of unattainability.

"Trouble, help me challenge all the prison No. 1 slaves...... Forget about Prison No. 7. ”

Ye Ling said, glanced at the tall and thin man in the iron prison, and removed him from it, the tall and thin man, he is the No. 1 fighting slave in the No. 7 prison, in the past ten days, he has experienced more than a dozen battles, and he has not tasted a single defeat.

Hearing Ye Ling's words, the tall and thin man also looked at Ye Ling, his expression froze, for some reason, after Ye Ling said the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ye Ling, from the first sight, he felt that it was not simple, and then he was alienated and ignored for some reasons, but now, he trusted his intuition more, Ye Ling was definitely a terrifying character.

He didn't dare to fight, looking at Ye Ling's indifferent smile, he even felt a little scared.

"Good. ”

The black man looked at Ye Ling, his expression froze, turned around, and left the prison along the deep aisle.

Prison No. 1, a man with bandages on his hands sitting in an iron prison, got the message of challenge, glanced at it, and directly ignored it, Prison No. 7 ranked ninety-first, and he was not qualified to challenge him.

Prison No. 2 and Prison No. 3...... Of the nine prisons, only one person took up the challenge, and that was the tomb of Prison No. 3, a man who had won all 38 battles in the past nine days, and had the name of an executioner.

According to his words, he didn't kill anyone for a few more hours, and his hands were itchy, and since someone sent him to the door, he loosened his muscles and bones, and he didn't take the No. 91 fighting slave in prison No. 7 to heart.

"Woo-ra!"

This time he no longer climbed out of the well, but walked out of an iron gate on one side of the high wall, and on the other side, there was also an iron gate, deep and deep, like a huge mouth that devoured people.

Still the same as during the melee, on the high wall, there was a dense crowd of people, shouters, roaring, especially when they saw Ye Ling, the people on the high wall were even more excited.

"Crazy!"

"Crazy!"

"Crazy!"

......

The sound was like a wave, sweeping the heavens and the earth, Ye Ling glanced at it lightly, and looked at an iron gate on the other side.

"Woo-ra!"

With a roar, the iron door slowly opened, and a person slowly walked out of it.

More than two meters tall, with a bare upper body, there are hideous wounds on it, as if blood is still dripping, and his eyes are cruel and bloody, looking straight at Ye Ling.

"Your name is a madman?" he said, looking at the reactions of the people around the high wall, and then at Ye Ling, there was a solemnity in his expression.

Maybe he ran into a hard stubble, how could a ninety-first fighting slave in prison No. 7 have such a name as a madman, and how could these people remember him and call his name in unison.

The whole young man who looked a little thin and elegant may not be as good as he seems, he is too calm, a little calm, this is not the look that ordinary people should have when they see him.

Ye Ling looked at him, a smile split at the corner of his mouth, nodded, a trace of blood overflowed in his eyes, the ancient tomb looked shocked, and took a step back, suddenly, he regretted the battle.

"Kill him!"

"Kill!"

......

On the high wall, there was a shout of killing, but it was not talking about him, but the young man opposite.

His heart sank, his expression froze, he calmed down, the muscles on his body trembled, and there was blood surging in his eyes.

Ye Ling looked at him, the corner of his mouth smiled, revealing a little evil, his expression trembled, he actually saw that Ye Ling actually punched him, and wanted to fight him, seeing this scene, he also smiled.

"Compete with me for strength, you seek death. He said, one arm trembled, his strength was a little stronger, his face was hideous, and a punch fell, as if he was going to kill Ye Ling directly with one punch.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided together, and there was a sound of fractures, the ancient tomb's expression changed, his face changed from white to red, and then to white, and he let out a miserable scream, and his body of more than two meters flew out upside down.

On the other hand, Ye Ling didn't move a single step, his face was indifferent, as if it was just a random punch, but it directly crushed the ancient tomb.

"How is that possible?"

The ancient tomb got up from the ground, a wisp of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, his arm shrugged, it seemed to be useless, looking at Ye Ling, his face was shocked, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

This punch directly shattered his self-confidence, in his strongest place, he actually lost, defeated so completely, there was no way to fight back, so, how could he win.

If he loses, he can only die, is he going to die here, he is unwilling, he has the strength to live to the end, how can he die here, looking at Ye Ling, his eyes were blood-red.

"Crazy!" "Crazy!" "Crazy!"

On top of the high wall, there was a shout, and now he finally understood the meaning of the whole name, which was despair.

Ye Ling looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked towards him, his body trembled, and he kept retreating.

"No, don't kill me, please ......" In desperation, he actually knelt down directly towards Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at him, his eyes froze, and the steps under his feet paused slightly.

"Kill him, he doesn't deserve to live, he can't be considered a fighting slave, he doesn't dare to fight, how can he be a fighting slave?"

"Kill!"

Above the high wall, there was a shout, Ye Ling looked at it with a slightly condensed expression, and looked at the top of the high wall.

"Tear up!"

In an instant, in front of Ye Ling, the ancient tomb suddenly burst out, using his hands as claws, and grabbed Ye Ling's throat fiercely.

"Bang!"

A hand stood in front of him, pinched his hand, it was Ye Ling, turned around, and looked at him again, a smile in his eyes, full of coldness, which made his heart suffocate.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't get rid of Ye Ling's hand anymore, and the next moment, a miserable scream sounded from the arena, the voice was full of despair, and a person slowly fell to the ground.

One arm was twisted, his chest was sunken, blood was constantly spilling from his mouth, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he lost his life little by little.

Crushing, absolute crushing, is not at the same level at all, if it weren't for the fact that Ye Ling still had a spirit sealing lock around his neck, they would even think that Ye Ling would have been able to control spiritual power.

On the high wall, there was silence for a moment, and then it broke out suddenly, everyone was shouting Ye Ling's name, like a stormy wave, about to sweep the sky, the top of the Abyss Fighting Slave Field, in a room, several people watching the battle looked at this scene, and their eyes showed a look of shock.

(End of chapter)