In order to show his confidence, Fang Yang finally added this sentence, "Money is not a problem!"

Of course, he doesn't have much money, the interstellar beasts in this beast pen often have tens of thousands of communication points, not to mention hero-level dueling beasts, the cheapest one is also forty or fifty thousand, that big king eight, oh no, that thorn turtle is even more outrageous, it actually costs sixty thousand, Fang Yang even doubts whether it can be sold, it's a bit of a pit.

However, Fang Yang was very suspicious that before this, this steward had something to hide, and in order to prevent this steward from hiding his secrets, he had to use his money ability.

The steward didn't react at first, thinking that Cindon-sama's friend was too difficult to serve, which was too picky.

But when he heard that money was not a problem, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Dare to feel that this is a nouveau riche, so why do you spend so much effort to come here to shop around, so rich, how can those dueling beasts outside still look at it, it is better to go directly to the Black Stone Pavilion.

Thinking of this, the steward looked at Porcelain Nian with an inquiring look.

This Black Stone Pavilion is the most mysterious place in the underground black market dueling arena, full of legends.

Only gladiators above the Legendary level, or characters close to Legendary Gladiators, can be eligible to enter.

And the dueling beasts among them, all of them correspond to the legendary dueling beasts or above, of course, the number is extremely limited.

Although Ci Nian was a little surprised, she was relieved when she thought that Fang Yang had given her a plasma transmitter bucket worth more than 100,000 communication points.

You must know that even she herself only entered the Blackstone Pavilion not long ago, and that was because of her consecutive victories, and when she reached seventy, she only had it.

Unexpectedly, she, a good girl, would have a chance to watch now.

Of course, what a secret place the Black Stone Pavilion is, it involves the secrets of the cultivation and training of dueling beasts in the underground dueling arena, so you can't enter it if you have money, you need an acquaintance to bring it in, and this acquaintance is at least someone who already has the qualifications of the Black Stone Pavilion.

Porcelain Nian nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed, and the steward was relieved.

Now that he has received the approval of Porcelain Nian, he just meets the rules, and he can take Fang Yang into the Black Stone Pavilion.

Fang Yang followed behind, since the Black Stone Pavilion was the core of the beast pen, equivalent to a dueling beast research and cultivation institute, the environment was still quite strict and hidden.

The entrance to this Black Stone Pavilion is actually in a crystal cup, and it is also covered by a hero-level dueling beast, I really don't know how this dueling beast will feel when it knows it.

When Fang Yang was wondering, the crystal cup had been opened by the steward at the touch of a button, like two refrigerators, one was the half of the crystal cup where the dueling beast was stored, and the other was the black entrance.

The dueling beast was on the outermost layer, and it was only looking at Fang Yang through a few centimeters thick crystal, and its copper bell-like eyes were all bloodshot with black jade, which looked a little terrifying.

There was no cave at this entrance, Fang Yang followed Porcelain Nian and walked in, there was a shadowy light inside, but it was just curved and became a little dim.

However, it seems that it is not the first time that Porcelain Nian has come here, her steps are skillful and steady, there is no stagnation, and there is no rapid step, Fang Yang follows steadily behind her.

After turning several big corners, he almost confused Fang Yang, and then he came to the entrance of the Black Stone Pavilion.

There were two prosthetic figures like iron towers standing at the door, exuding a cold aura from their bodies, and the degree of danger seemed to be even more palpitating than in the night fortress.

There was a beast pen steward to lead the way, and after the iris recognition and confirmation of the qualifications, after a lot of words, Fang Yang also followed.

It is said that it is the Black Stone Pavilion, but this underground building is made of obsidian with a mysterious glow, but the style is full of science and technology, without a bit of primitive and wild taste, more of a cool, mechanical metal aesthetic.

It's like entering a cyberpunk world, which is dizzying.

Standing in the center is, of course, a crystal coffin like a lighthouse.

There are three in total, and each crystal coffin is more than one grade higher than the outside in terms of purity and grandeur.

Each crystal coffin is constantly gurgling and bubbling, and there are dozens or hundreds of threads connected to it, constantly transporting or discharging nutrients into it.

These three dueling beasts were different from the outside world, not only did they not pose any mighty and domineering shapes, but they also curled up in a ball, and even the eyeballs were closed.

Fang Yang looked at those wires with some curiosity and asked, "What is this?"

The steward smiled: "These are all life extracts, in order to maintain the cell activity of the dueling beast, it must be in the peak state at all times, and it is even possible to go further and complete the evolution of the beastmaster." ”

Of course, there are still some things that have not been spoken, the probability of this evolution is too low, if you look at the history of the underground dueling arena for decades, the probability of the appearance of the Beastmaster may only be one in tens of thousands.

After all, there were only two of them, and the owner of one of them became a rider.

Relying on the cultivation of these life extracts alone, it is basically impossible for a dueling beast to evolve.

This is a matter between species, and it is impossible to expect to train an ant into a dragon, and the difference between species is too great.

Therefore, the main purpose of these life extracts is to maintain the vitality of these legendary dueling beasts so that they do not become weak.

If there is no hope for evolution, even if there is no hope, it will not be degraded, right?

These three legendary dueling beasts are the signboard of the Black Stone Pavilion, even if it is the entire underground dueling arena, it is also a pyramid-like existence, when the beast king does not appear, they are the kings, the kings who overlook all beings!

The steward explained to a few of the staff members who were guarding the dueling beasts, and they talked a lot, sweating profusely, attracting the eyes of a lot of staff, and then they got the opportunity to get closer and watch.

Even so, those staff members stood aside with a worried face, ready to put out the fire at any time.

Although it was a bit of a ruin to the atmosphere, Fang Yang didn't blame them, after all, everyone's profession was different.

The steward was to generate revenue for the enclosure, bringing more economy and stronger gladiators to settle in.

And the duty of these staff members is to take care of these three dueling beasts, so it is normal for them to show anxiety now.

After all, if something happens, the steward can pat his ass and leave, and these staff members are accountable.

The steward pointed to the first crystal coffin and said, "Your Excellency, please look at this one, this is a Titan. ”

Titans?

When Fang Yang heard this word, his heart sank.

It is one of the most mysterious races in the universe, with all kinds of mysterious powers, many interstellar races have evolved from Titans, and there is still Titan blood flowing in their bodies.

But no matter how Fang Yang looks at it, this doesn't look like a titan, not to mention that the body is too small, not to mention that it is not powerful at all, there are no wild and lush hairs, and the muscles are not explosive enough, at most it can be regarded as refined.

In his impression, the Titan must be at least tens of hundreds of meters tall, with eyes like giant wheels, knotted muscles, and a behemoth looking down on all beings, how thin is this like an orangutan, oh no, more accurately like a monkey.