"Master, this ghost place is so big, if we look for it like this, when will we find the little fox?" Hei San followed behind Qin Yi and asked curiously.

"Just go, talk less."

Qin Yi said lightly, quickened his pace, bypassed Pixiu Street, and walked towards the easternmost main street that connected to the palace tower on the mountain.

He could sense that in a palace tower on the mountain, the demonic aura was thick, and it should be a slave fighting field.

According to Du Feiyan, only when the performance in the slave fighting field is amazing, it is possible to cause those top underground nobles and trading blackhands to appear, so to rescue Xiaoxue, you have to rely on Hei San in the main drama!

Qin Yi walked to the end of the street, where there was already a long queue, and several long-shirted warriors were holding the passage up the mountain!

In addition to fighting slaves, the people who came here were watching the fighting plays, so two openings were opened, the left was for the evil tourists to go up the mountain to watch the battle, and the right was for the slave masters and servants to sign up.

The viewing cost of the entire Dounu series has reached more than three million, not including food, clothing, housing and transportation on the mountain, and the whole trip has to be five million to make a foundation, so it is no wonder that the income of ten days is almost as good as that of the ghost market for a year.

There is also a special exchange window at the gate, and those who have no money can exchange their magic weapons and treasures for admission tickets according to their value, which is still more humane.

Although the price is high, there is still a long queue at the door, for many people, the grand scene of fighting slaves is rare in a lifetime, and as long as you enter the slave fighting field, it is possible to know a certain boss of the evil way, which is also a good investment in network resources.

"Heisan, are you interested in relaxing your muscles?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.

"Of course, don't say it's a slave fight, even if you step on the entire slave fighting field, it's not a problem." Hei San hammered his chest, making a sound like gold and iron, and there were also people who came to fight slaves next to him, and they were all envious.

"This brother, are you going to fight slaves? Come and sign up! ”

An old man in a Tang costume sat in front of the registration desk, looked Hei San up and down, and said happily.

The admission ticket to the slave field dares to sell at a high price, it is precisely because of the excitement of the event, the old man has been on duty in the slave field for many years, and he knows that this is a hard stubble when he sees the momentum and size of the black three, this time the slave fight, there are a lot of hard stubble among the slaves, and it is definitely a rare occurrence in ten years if you really want to touch it.

"Hmm!"

Qin Yi walked over, took the contract handed over by the old man and took a look, it was nothing more than a disclaimer that once he entered the arena, if there were any deaths or injuries to the fighting slaves, the organizers of the ancient city would not be responsible, which was not too much, Qin Yi signed it very happily.

"Ji Wuxie?"

"Are you Ji-senpai?" The old man exclaimed.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!" Qin Yi's gaze came through the black cloth of the cloak, and the murderous aura was pressing, and the startled old man hurriedly closed his mouth.

"Senior, the Ancient City Guild will provide your slave master with accommodation and high-class services, no matter whether you win or lose, as long as your slave passes the audition, you will have the opportunity to enjoy the service for free and visit all the battles."

"Here's your dwelling number, here's your slave number!"

"When the seniors arrive on the mountain, someone will naturally make further arrangements for you, and I wish you a successful start and a good race."

The old man handed over the number plate and explained.

Qin Yi took the token and went up the mountain with Hei San.

The palace building on the mountain is vast, a large palace building is divided into many areas, as soon as Qin Yi arrived at the door, someone came to answer, arranged a good room, wine, pulp are readily available, and even beauties, it seems that the ancient city can be so big, it is indeed unique!

It's no wonder that so many people are trying to catch the demon and come here to show their skills.

After a moment, but smelling the fragrance, a bewitching beautiful woman wearing a black peony slim dress and a cloud-shaped bun led several sturdy martial artists Ying Ying walked in, and said to Qin Yi: "My name is Peony, I am the director of the City Lord's Mansion of the Stone Ancient City, and I am also the person in charge of the slave fighting field!" ”

"All of you go down!" As she spoke, she instructed the martial artists.

When the martial artist went down, Peony bent down and said with a smile: "I heard from the people below that Mr. Ji is here, and he also brought a Yaksha ghost slave, and he came over to take a look, and by the way, tell Mr. about the process of the game." ”

"What's there to see? Believe it or not, I pinch your? Hei San was stunned and said coldly.

Peony changed color slightly, and said with a smile: "This ghost slave raised by Mr. Ji is really bold enough, let me talk about the rules of this slave fight, the slave is divided into four rounds, one round of auditions, and the last three rounds are the promotion system." The slave who finally won the first place will have a bonus of 100 million, plus a three-grade magic weapon, and a three-grade elixir, of course, the city lord will also receive you at that time, and the follow-up benefits will be endless! ”

She came here in person to see the Yaksha style so that she could make arrangements for the follow-up competition, but after meeting Kurosan, it didn't seem to be as optimistic as she expected.

"I see!" Qin Yi said lightly, seemingly completely uninterested in the conditions she offered.

"So, let your slave hang up his cards, follow me to the audition, and decide now, and wait until tomorrow night to start the official competition." Peony said again.

"Heisan, you go with her!" Qin Yi threw the sign to Hei San and admonished.

In less than half an hour, Hei San ran back, shook his head, and said with a bored face: "It's boring, it's all some little demons and ghosts, and they will be sent away with three punches and two feet, just these goods, I can pick them all in one game!" ”

"Can't be careless, the organizer doesn't have any skills, and he doesn't dare to offer such a high bonus, the show is still to come." Qin Yi said in a deep voice.

He hopes that the best outcome is that the evil man who plundered Xiaoxue can appear in the slave fighting field,

"Peony, have you seen Ji Wuxie?" The leader is a boy with crane hair, a white robe, and his eyes are as bright as electricity, and he is already a heavenly master-level master who has completed the law.

"Elder, Ji Wuxian has never seen his face, I'm not sure, but judging from the momentum, it is really a little similar. What he brought was indeed the Yaksha recorded in the forbidden canon, he could speak and his temper was quite impulsive, but it was a pity that it was ......" Peony shook his head and said with a disappointed face.

"What's wrong?" Elder Fang frowned and asked.

"The Yaksha is less than a zhang in size, and according to the ancient texts, the lowest level of the Yaksha must be one zhang tall in order to have divine powers. The yaksha under him is less than a zhang, and the strength of the sky is tens of thousands of catties, and the likes of junior grandmasters will reach the second and third rounds at most, and it is far from enough to come out on top! Peony analyzed with many years of experience.

"Hey, several war slaves adopted in the past two years have already been sent to the Saudi royal family, this time Yan Beiyang is here, I don't have a good slave in my hands, how can I turn around." The first young man with a gloomy face, lost the road.

(End of chapter)