After placing the bet, buy and leave.

This underground workshop turned into a colosseum has become the best paradise for people to release their depression.

The beer was raised, and the heckling continued.

The odds for the new monster have soared to 2 to 1, and the winner of the previous game, Fahan, is 7 to 1.

Such an assessment does not actually affect the bettor's bet.

"Fahan! Fahan! Fahan! ”

"Fahan! Kill that big guy! The fanatical male gambler yelled.

"Fahan, if you win this battle, you can come however you want tonight!" The fanatical female gambler yelled after that.

After all, Fahan is an old face, in the 'black alley', his highest score is 4 consecutive wins, just eliminated the opponent in the first game did not take much effort, so most people think that Fahan will not have a problem in the second game.

"This Fahan is famous?" Qin Kun looked at the mature woman Tiabka.

Under Qi bangs, Tiabka's eyes bent, and he smiled like a cat: "Yes, in the black alleys, the Mamluks who can still fight are very famous." Although the predecessor of the Mamluk was a war slave, it also belonged to the noble legion, and it has been passed down to the present. ”

Tiabuka glanced at Fahan and grinned, "Fahan is the richest cloth merchant in Cairo, and fighting is just an instinct passed down from his ancestors, and it is also his hobby. ”

Qin Kun was slightly stunned.

When you see people playing black boxing, you will subconsciously think that they are poor.

It's for the money.

But who would have thought that this was just an ancestral hobby of some plutocratic group.

Qin Kun only now realized that the Mamluks were not the weak organization he imagined. This is a military aristocracy with both wealth and force.

"Okay, this battle, Fahan, the match, our monster friends who made their debut, everyone will wait and see!"

The host announced the start of the battle.

"Ding-ding-ding-"

When the bell rang, Fahan looked at the big burly man opposite him and grinned: "Not every big guy can climb the Colosseum in the Mamluks." Here you get nothing but a mouth full of blood! ”

What Fahan is saying, the deformed monster can't understand.

Qin Kun saw the bloodthirsty expression in the eyes of that Huangquan-level host, and sighed in his heart.

"For the sake of—Saladin's glory!"

Fahan let out a loud cry and rushed towards the deformed monster. Piercing howls erupted from the stands, and everyone's blood seemed to be ignited by Saladin's three words.

However, the howl stopped abruptly and turned into an exclamation.

In the stands, the deformed monster couldn't even raise the interest of killing, and in the face of Fahan, he punched and waved at any time like a fly, Fahan's arm broke ninety degrees, and let out a scream like killing a pig.

Then a hand knife hit Fahan's neck, with a crisp sound, Fahan's neck bone shifted diagonally, and the pain stabbed his brain along the nerve, and he immediately fainted.

"Oh-" sighed.

The spectators covered their heads in disbelief, it all happened so fast.

The gambler who had just taken a lucky bet on Fahan was extremely annoyed.

The hosts were stunned.

The results were announced in the middle of the day.

"Winner...... New Monster ...... of the Mamluks"

"We won !!"

Tiabuka excitedly pulled out his stakes from the pool, excited.

Qin Kun put his hands behind his head, winning or losing has nothing to do with him, the door is forbidden to gamble, and the winning money must also be donated, or cause and effect in vain, seeing Tiabka excitedly handing over the money, Qin Kun gave half of it to her, and the other half was sprinkled towards the gambler who lost the money.

Won the Egyptian pound worth 1 US dollar, a total of 18, Qin Kun sprinkled 9 Egyptian pounds in the sky, and the originally annoyed gambler suddenly found that the money was floating in the sky and began to rob it.

Colosseum, the monster walked down, walked through the rain of banknotes, and came to Qin Kun.

"I just heard you speak, you're not from here."

The condescending eyes, standing there with a height of more than 2 meters, give people a terrible oppressive force.

Seeing the eager eyes, Qin Kun smiled: "I am from here, but I am also from the Ten Dead City." ”

The monster was stunned for a moment and stretched out his hand: "Deciding Water Prison, others call me a crazy corpse." ”

Qin Kun heard the Thorn Man mention it, the crazy corpse Lubis.

"Genshan Prison, Kunlun Demon."

The two hands are clasped together, and one touch is parted.

The mad corpse spoke: "I came to your hometown, I don't want to disrupt the order, I just want to pick some opponents to pass the time. ”

Qin Kun nodded: "Please, I didn't want to interfere with you, I just stared at you and didn't cross the line." ”

After the two of them agreed, the mad corpse said, "Do you want to go on stage and play with me?" ”

"I have time to go to the Death Palace to play, I can't let go here."

Crazy corpse grinning, funny guy.

He was about to fight his second battle, but Qin Kun suddenly stopped him and handed him a cup of tea.

The monstrous monster sniffed the liquid from the teacup and drank it down.

Qin Kun was a little surprised by the heroism of this guy, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of poison?" ”

The mad corpse wiped the tea stains on the corner of his mouth: "Poison? The poison of the queen worm can't poison me. What is this cup of Yin Spirit Transformation Water? ”

Qin Kun reminded: "This is silent tea, you can talk to the locals after drinking it." Go ahead. ”

With one more convenience, the mad corpse was naturally much more comfortable, and when he returned to the stage, the ventilation duct above his head slid down again.

Tall and thin, but muscular.

"Tayhyuk."

After the man announced his name, there was another sensation in the audience.

"'Blood Wolf' Taehyuk! Black Alley 7 consecutive wins of Mamluks! ”

"It's Taehyok!!"

A cheer rang out, and the tall and lanky Mamluk slashed his index finger with his thumb and drew an eye in the palm of his hand.

Those eyes were bloody, and they were the eyes of the pharaohs!

"Freaky monster, I just smelled a breath that doesn't belong to a human, is that you?"

Raising his eyelids slightly, Taehyuk raised the corners of his mouth, and his mustache shook with it.

The mad corpse's mouth opened, and suddenly spit out a ball of blood, clearing his throat: "Yes, I am a demon from the Exiled Lands, Crazy Corpse Rubis, remember the name." At the same time, you're not an ordinary person, so I'm welcome! ”

……

On the Colosseum, the battle continued.

Crazy Corpse Lubis is indeed principled, ordinary people who do not have strong spiritual power fluctuations, he will let them live, and those who have a little spiritual power fluctuations are almost all beaten and do not know whether they are alive or dead.

Tahyuk was the first.

He is said to be the 'Sandwalker' of the Mamluks, the wizard who manipulated the Black Storm in the ancient desert. was broken and thrown off the stage, miserable.

Next, all the Mamluks with names and surnames in the black alleys ran out.

Crazy Corpse Lubis showed no mercy and sent these guys to the cemetery one after another.

The bloody of the underground, turned into a massacre.

People who come here love to see blood, but the sudden appearance of a stranger who is too powerful makes the atmosphere a little scary.

Tehy, Semenes, Aridesis, Tutneni, these well-known Mamluks have collapsed here, and the spectators in the stands are already showing signs of leaving.

Qin Kun yawned, these people are indeed stronger than the other, but the strongest is the first-class level in the Dao of Life and Death, that Allydesis, and Tutneini, even used the mirage, but for the Huangquan host, their strength is really not enough, they can take it down with their physique, and the mad corpse should be the same.

It's just that Qin Kun hasn't observed what kind of physique the other party is, how can he feel that he is still getting stronger and stronger?

"In the fifth, it's still ...... Crazy Corpse Rubis wins! ”

The moderator announced with a shudder.

Tutneini is the strongest player with the highest 11 consecutive wins, in the Mamluks, if you win 16 games in a row, you can be crowned with the title of 'Extremely Brave', why do you still lose?!

On stage, Rubis stood there, waiting for his next opponent. Like a tireless fighting machine.

"Is there anything else you can fight? If not, that's all for today. ”

After the mad corpse finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Kun, I don't know why, this guy always gives people a sense of danger, he wants to find the other party to make two moves, but the sixth sense tells himself, it's better not to mess around. It's not worth it to be slaughtered and to consume ten drops of Styx water.

No one responded to the mad corpse's words, and everyone was relieved when they found out that this guy didn't seem to be a fight-loving madman, and they didn't mind complimenting him.

Behind the glass of the workshop, an Arab man glanced down at the Colosseum below, and said to the people in the room: "Your Majesty Carter, it is a great honor for you to be here in Cairo in person. It's really not a coincidence today, I met such a troublemaker, you wait for a while, and I'll call some people over and solve him. ”

In the room, there was an old leather sofa, and a European man wearing gold-rimmed glasses showed a mouthful of white teeth and said, "It's okay, this is a fallen paradise, and it's normal for demons to have fights." The Mamluks under your command are already very strong, but it's a pity that they haven't carefully studied the spells of the Black Soul Sect, otherwise they still have the strength to fight. ”

The European man writes at his desk, the manuscript is a fairy tale, the handwriting is beautiful and smooth, but the quill in his hand makes his fingers and the placket of his clothes full of ink.

Next to the man, a male assistant wearing an inverted five-pointed star ornament smiled and said: "Mr. Khattab, don't care if you win or lose, that guy on the stage, don't use the strength of ordinary people to guess, that's really a demon." ”

Demon?

The Arab man was puzzled.

The male assistant walked to the glass with a wine glass and looked down: "And there is a demon sitting in the stands." ”

"The Oriental guy who just spoke to Lubis? Is he a demon? The Arabs don't believe it.

The male assistant said with a smile: "Huaxia is now ironclad, just because the younger generation has him in charge." Many Black Soul Apostles were in his hands, and his ranking on the cult's must-kill list was in no particular order with Van Helsing. ”

Demon Hunter Van Helsing?

The Arabs gasped, they didn't look like it.

The male assistant patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Your Excellency the Pope just said it, don't worry about it, don't take it to heart." This kind of guy, unless the 'extremely brave' comes over, he will have a chance to compare, otherwise forget it. ”

"Is that ...... Let him trample on the reputation of the Mamluks and leave like this? ”

"You can claim that he is also a member of the Mamluks."

"I can't do it! It's a shame to do this kind of thing! Even if I revere Carter's crown now, I will not easily trample on the reputation of the Mamluks! Big deal, I'll play in person! The Arabs righteously said, "Saladin's glory is not to be blasphemed!" ”

The male assistant shrugged his shoulders: "I guess the people from the Holy See and the Ghost Council will come soon, so it's better for you not to come forward." Your Lord Saladin had a conflict with the Crusaders back then, and if the Holy See knew that you were involved with our Dark Soul Sect again, it would probably kill them all. And if you are close to us, the people of the Holy City will not spare you. It's better to keep a low profile......"

The Arab sighed, he flattened his mouth, and finally chose to settle down.

"Alright, then, let him go."