"Eat him!"

"Come on zombies, Lao Tzu has crushed you with 10 spars!"

"Kill him!"

Everyone was excited when they saw this zombie so powerful.

This is completely different from the sick sensory zombie before.

"Come on, uncle, kill him!"

Many of those who pressed Lin Feng were there to cheer for Lin Feng Neville.

Bang!

The next moment.

Burst.

The level 13 zombie head was directly punched by Lin Feng in front of everyone's eyes, and the blood rushed to the top of the iron cage.

Immediately.

The headless corpse ran several more steps forward before falling straight to the ground.

The crowd's eyes widened.

"Another spike?"

"I'm going, so fast? Before I finished my fart, the battle was over."

"Awesome, this uncle's great god of the cliff!"

"Awesome! Haha, Lao Tzu earned! ”

Many people burst out laughing.

At this moment, everyone's gaze at Lin Feng was different, this was too powerful, the level 13 zombie was actually killed by one punch.

"Who is this guy, this strength must be very high."

"I don't know, unfamiliar faces, I haven't seen them before."

"I've been here for seven or eight days, and I've never seen such a No. 1 person."

Many people were shocked in their hearts, and now, the fool can also see that this Lin Feng's absolute strength is not simple, the level 13 zombies are enough to turn around the group that they are chasing ninety-eight percent of the people, but they were killed in seconds in Lin Feng's hands.

Bite!

Kill level 13 zombies with +800 XP!

After killing the level 13 zombies, Lin Feng naturally received a lot of experience points rewards.

"Pretty good feeling."

Lin Feng smiled indifferently.

"In this way, I can not only win that bazooka, but also earn an amazing amount of experience points here, but after forty battles, I can still break through to level 16."

Lin Feng said and his gaze fell on the dagger who was stunned.

"Where's my three-game winning streak Weilong spicy strip?"

The dagger came back to his senses and immediately waved his hand, and several staff members all went to clean up the ring briefly, and then dragged the headless corpse away.

It is worth mentioning that their people immediately dissected and dug up the zombie's brain to turn over the spar.

After all, the zombie is dead, but it can't be just lost, this zombie spar is still a good thing.

A level 13 zombie crystal nucleus is definitely worth a lot.

However, no matter how much they dug up, and even dissected the zombie almost completely, they didn't find the hedrons.

"What's going on, why don't you have a spare."

"I'll go, is it bad luck, this one doesn't?"

Not every bottle of milk is called Trensu, and not every zombie has a hedrons.

In fact, the higher the level of the zombie, the more likely it is to condense the hedrons. Level 13 is basically all of them.

But now that they haven't found it, then naturally they can only blame themselves for their bad luck and their backs.

"Paralyzed, it's a big loss."

A few of the younger brothers shook their heads.

The dagger is also ugly, it is not easy to catch a level 13 zombie, they are not capable of catching it themselves, they often need to ask the Salvation Army's guards to help catch it, this guard team is not a charitable organization, if they want to catch it, it will have to pay.

This money is naturally a spade, if this zombie has a spare, then they will not lose anything in the ring, and even make a lot of money steadily, but at the moment, there is no spare, so it will be a big loss.

"I said what about my Weilong spicy strips?"

Lin Feng reiterated again.

"Oh, the three-game winning streak will be given to you after you finish the competition, are you going to give up the fight now?" The dagger looked at Lin Feng, he couldn't help Lin Feng give up the battle.

But how could Lin Feng end the battle because of just one Weilong spicy strip, he was hungry for the target, but it was a bazooka with forty consecutive victories.

"Keep fighting!"

The dagger nodded helplessly when he saw this, although he hoped that Lin Feng would give up, but since Lin Feng still wanted to continue fighting, it was naturally impossible for him not to let the other party fight, after all, he also needed credibility and reputation to do business, if his reputation was bad, then whoever would recognize him in the future would definitely smash him, and naturally no one would come to him.

"Arrange the next zombie now!"

"Steward, how many levels are arranged? We here, there are not many level 13 existences, this guy can even ignore level 13 zombies, maybe it's a special level 14 or even higher character, this, let's go down, won't we lose money! ”

"Hmph, even if he is level 14 or even level 15, I don't believe that he can't fight iron, after a few battles, everyone will be tired, not to mention, this is an opportunity for us to make a lot of money, now you see, so many people know that he is powerful, and when the time comes, the bet will definitely be on him, we will let him win more than a dozen games in a row, even if he is powerful, but he is just a flesh and blood, don't you feel tired? As soon as he shows the tiredness of Rehe, we will directly send the trump card to crush him! Dagger said.

"Amazing, worthy of being in charge, this trick is wonderful! But how many levels are we going to send up next? ”

"You don't need to be too high, just send some people up and down level 7 or 8 to consume his strength, and remember, the berserk potion must be injected into me."

'Don't worry. ”

Soon.

Lin Feng's fourth opponent appeared.

This is a level 7 zombie.

Suddenly.

Many people rushed to suppress Lin Feng.

In fact, Lin Feng's odds are not high, and it looks like you can get one and a half by pressing one, but there is still a group of people rushing to press, because this is obvious, Lin Feng can win this game, which is equivalent to picking up money.

In the end, it was directly closed, and people with slow hand speed had no way to suppress it if they wanted to bet.

The people in the arena are not stupid, seeing so many people pressing, they naturally want to control.

"Damn, my hands are slow."

"Haha, before I sealed the plate, I directly pressed fifty spars! That's my old book! ”

"You're a hair, I pressed 100 of them! If you win, you can get 30 pieces! It's equivalent to picking it up for nothing! ”

"That's right, these level 13 are not his opponents, not to mention the level 7 ones, this arena seems to be helpless, I met a master who kicked the hall, haha."

The audience is not stupid, and when they see the opportunity, they will naturally make a decision.

A level 7 zombie was naturally not Lin Feng's opponent.

Lin Feng directly wiped out with one punch.

Four wins in a row.

Subsequently.

The arena constantly sent zombies to fight against Lin Feng, and there were even some monsters, but they were all up and down level 7.

And a group of people are quick to follow and bet.

Originally, it was such a bet that looked at the eyesight and experience, and it directly became a bet to look at the hand speed.

It's all about who has a fast enough hand, and if it's fast enough, you can pick up money, and if you have a slow hand, you can open your mouth and look at it with envy.

"Haha, seven consecutive victories haha, Lao Tzu has earned 100!"

"Thanks to this uncle, I didn't expect to earn 15 too!"

"Haha, Lao Tzu earned 200! Cool crooked! ”

Many people laughed and smiled, and from the fourth scene onwards, everyone went to press Lin Feng.

And it turns out that it is the same, but everyone who presses Lin Feng has won money, in the eyes of many people, Lin Feng is the God of Wealth and the undefeated God of War, as long as the bet is pressed on him, it will be stable, so a group of people have also made a lot of money, and they have pressed all their net worth and lives into it, because the odds are very low, and there is basically no profit if the pressure is less, only if you press more, you can earn a little.

Even so, the ring is losing money.

"Steward, we've lost about 2,000 hedrons."

The dagger nodded, "2,000 level 3 spars are just that, not much, go on." ”

"Hmm."

The dagger looked at Lin Feng, 2000 was still within the controllable range, he sneered, it won't be long before he would definitely earn back all the money with interest.

He looked at the group of guys who were smiling from ear to ear, and sneered in his heart, this wool came out of the sheep, how could he let this group of people easily make money from the arena.

"This guy is really powerful, and he has been fighting until now, and he hasn't been tired at all, and he has solved the battle with one punch."

The dagger sneered, and he knew that this was just the beginning.

"Steward, do you still want to send zombies?"

"Let's see if anyone is willing to go up, just say that this person is already tired, if he can defeat him, fame and fortune, the group of guys in the background who see the money should be tempted, people are much more difficult to deal with than zombies, especially their group of old fritters."

"Yes, I'll arrange it."

After arranging the dagger, he looked at Lin Fengdao.

"Mr. Lin Feng, please wait a moment, we are arranging your opponent for the eighth game."

Lin Feng nodded, this dagger was whispering there, he naturally saw it, and knew that the other party must be trying to figure out how to kill him.

But he didn't panic at all, his strength was here, and there was nothing to panic about at all, unless the other party moved out a nuclear bomb, or caught the black dragon entrenched on the Turtle Mountain TV Tower, otherwise he Lin Feng didn't panic at all.

Soon.

Lin Feng's eighth opponent came on the field.

This is a level 10 booster, and he's the guy who has won thirteen in a row here before.

It's kind of an old fritter here.

There was a scar on the door of his head that looked like he had been scratched by a wild beast, and it looked very hideous and terrifying.

He was smoking and eating backstage, and the dagger was to have people come to him personally.

briefly introduced Lin Feng's strength to him, and then promised that as long as he could win Lin Feng, he would be given a very generous bonus.

This made him moved, people live for money, in order to enjoy money, so when it comes to money, it is still such a large amount of money, and he has no reason to refuse at all.

Although it is said that Lin Feng's strength is likely to be above level 13.

He's only level 10.

But he had confidence in himself, because he was full of food and drink, and Lin Feng had fought seven games in a row before this, although all seven games were won in seconds, but they were more or less consumed.

Thinking of this, he went straight to the stage.

"You're the nameless powerhouse?"

This person looked Lin Feng up and down carefully, he was indeed a character, very powerful, and he couldn't see through the other party's strength.

"Level 10?"

Lin Feng secretly said that he was surprised, and immediately smiled.

Yes, at level 10, the experience points must be more than that at level 9.

"I'll go, and the hounds will be on the field in person."

"This guy is a ruthless man. Before, one person killed dozens of zombies, which was very ferocious. ”

"There is suspense in this one, and I don't know who will win."

"I still press this Lin Feng, although the hound is powerful, but Lin Feng is even more powerful."

"That's right, I also pressed Lin Feng."

'I'm still pressing the hound, there is a good saying, ginger is still old and spicy, although this Lin Feng is powerful, but this hound is an old fritter, maybe there is some strange trick." ”

There was a fork of opinion in the audience this time, and most of the people continued to press Lin Feng, after all, the strength level was here.

A few who knew that the hounds were thin pressed him.

"What hunting dogs don't hunt dogs, in front of my man, they are all waste dogs."

The ninth sister did not hesitate to press Lin Feng to victory again.

Every time Lin Feng fought, she was the first to crush Lin Feng.

And the number is still very large, at least 50 hedron at a time.

This made everyone in the arena helpless and wanted not to take her money, but the name of the ninth sister had also been heard, for fear that the other party would be angry.

In an iron cage.

"Hmph, it looks pretty good, but it's a pity. I'm not weak. ”

Although the hound said it in his mouth, in fact, his muscles were tense all over his body, and he knew that Lin Feng was definitely not easy to mess with.

He stared at Lin Feng for a while, and found that he didn't see any obvious loopholes, so he prepared to attack tentatively first.

Brush.

Let's talk.

He just had a little ground under his feet, and he rushed over with explosive power, and his speed was very fast, basically no less than the sprinter before the end of the world.

Bang!

However.

The next moment.

His whole body was blown away with a punch, as if he was beating a sandbag, where he came from, where he went back.

Bang!

The body that flew out upside down hit the railing of the iron cage, and directly made an earth-shattering screeching sound.

Immediately.

The limp corpse slowly slid down the iron railing.

In addition to confusion in a pair of eyes, it seems that he doesn't know how he died until he dies.

"Hold the grass, another punch?"

"Nima's, invincible, this is."

"Haha, what a hunting dog, bullshit, fortunately Lao Tzu crushed Lin Feng, Lin Feng, you are Lao Tzu's idol!"

"Haha, Lin Feng has won again, cool crooked!"

Many people laughed, and some of the people who suppressed the hound were annoyed, why didn't they believe that Lin Feng continued to win.

The carcass of the hound was dragged down.

Dagger's face was completely gloomy.

Then some zombies came on the field, but they were all killed by Lin Feng with one punch.

Ten wins in a row.

Fifteen wins in a row.

Twenty wins in a row.

Twenty-five wins in a row.

Thirty wins in a row.

It's only half an hour.

Lin Feng came to a thirty-game winning streak in a blink of an eye.

Everyone in the spectator seat was completely crazy, and many of them, because of Lin Feng, had already earned no less than 500 spars, something they had never dared to think about before.

And the dagger was ugly.

Because the more others earn, the more he loses, and at present, they have lost 10,000 spars in the arena!

This is not a small number, it can be said that they have only earned this amount in the past month, if they can't win it back, then they have done it in vain.

"Steward, what should I do."

The dagger roared: "Put the trump card!" Destroy this guy anyway! ”

"Yes!"

Soon.

The trump card of the arena appeared.

It's a tall level 14 monster and one of their aces in the ring.

(End of chapter)