Kowloon Town, even in the spring gift of the god of the earth, seems a little bleak. After a rain, all I saw in the morning was yellow muddy water rushing by. As if the source of suffering had not yet dried up, but was flowing...

The whole city looks down from the sky, and the red bungalows gathered together look like a red behemoth, and the mountains are like fierce and violent gods, standing tall and looking down on the colossal beasts like red bungalows and gladiatorial arenas like birds of prey full of murderous tyranny.

In the gladiatorial arena, five leopard demon beasts that had been starving for several days were locked in cages. Waiting for their prey.

However, whether anyone wants to be their prey is a question. Even if someone is willing to become their prey, they still have to go through layers of customs.

Check where the people are, if they are sick, if they have come to follow the trail of the Death Reaper of Ardis. Then, you have to sign the life and death certificate. Then, after playing, the demon beast had to be panicked looking at the food for a while before it could be released.

When Han Asa appeared at the registration office outside the gladiatorial arena as a woman. The slave owner's butler sitting at the table was stunned, for many years in the gladiatorial arena, except for the soul locking slave and the challenger, he had never seen a woman.

The slave owner's butler was an old man of nearly 200 years old with age spots on his face, dressed in a yellow-white robe. He looked up at Han Qian, his eyes blurred into a line. On the side, there were also two strong soul-locking slaves.

"Cold?"

Han Qian nodded, "Yes." ”

"Oh, you don't think it's your own hunting ground, do you?" The old man's cheeks, which had been deflated, puffed out slightly when he said this.

"I need Condor Coins." Han Qian was not half shy and embarrassed.

The old man looked at things with the eyes of himself who had lived to this age, and warned, "I think you are here to die~" Obviously, with such a calm and beautiful face and such a calm expression, she didn't realize at all what kind of cruelty she would face.

"I think you'll need to discuss this with your master." Han Qian said resolutely. Yes, although there has never been a woman in the gladiatorial arena, there is no rule that women cannot be allowed in the gladiatorial arena.

In the gladiatorial arena, the sound of killing has already reverberated the sky. In the first scene, the elite soldiers of the third stage of the Qi Realm confronted the five soul locking slaves.

In Condor City, soldiers serving in the city can take a day off to watch the games during the three or four days of gladiatorial battles at the beginning of each month.

Today, there are about 7,000 people who come from all over the world to watch the fight.

The god of the earth has awakened, and the people have survived the wind, snow and cold, and come out to shake. Let the blood boil after a winter of sleep.

The slave owner stood in the midst of the clamor of murder.

As the butler whispered into his ear to explain his intention to leave his place, the pale-skinned slave owner looked at his butler with curiosity and disbelief.

The butler nodded affirmatively at the red-robed slave owner.

The slave owner thought for a moment, and walked out of the arena as the butler walked out.

The two of them walked one after the other, passing by the ancient castle where they were resting, and the iron house of the soul locking slave, and walked outside the gladiatorial arena.

From a distance, the slave owner saw an obvious aristocratic lady standing at the table, her whole body exuding health, positivity, and blood.

It's not like someone who came to die.

He looked at the identification and health on the table again. I focused on seeing if the woman had any problems with her brain and whether her eyes were bright.

"Are you sure you want to fight the monsters?" The slave owner asked.

The thin, reddish lips look very shrewd.

Han Qian looked at him very firmly with his eyes and nodded. "Yes." She was very adamant about the 20,000 Condor coins, if not, what would she do here.

After the slave master first entered the fourth stage of the Qi Realm, he had not cultivated again. He stared and felt that this woman must have entered the same qi realm. "Are you the second stage of the Qi Realm?" He snorted coldly, what are you kidding, the second stage of the Qi Realm came to fight five demon beasts.

"My strength cultivation is not bad." Han Qian said.

"Huh?" The slave owner was colorful, and first looked at Han Qian seriously. Then he laughed again, "What are you kidding?" What strength can a woman cultivate? He immediately felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he just thought that the woman in front of him had nothing wrong with her brain. Now it seems that this is a misunderstanding.

Han Qian stepped forward with a smile, quickly grabbed the slave owner's arm, pushed it over his shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The slave owner ran his true anger, and only then did he stand up in a little panic when he almost fell.

Indeed, it is impossible for a person who is only a person of the second stage of the qi realm, no matter how fast he is, it is impossible to almost fall a person of the fourth stage of the qi realm to the ground.

The woman proved her strength to him with facts, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly again, looking at the beautiful woman in white in front of him.

"Actually, if you want to earn Condor Coins, there are other ways." He smiled darkly.

"I like to make money with my sword!" Han Qian said coldly.

Seeing that the woman was not interested in her proposal, the slave owner immediately put away the smile on his face, "How many are you like?" He asked knowingly.

Han Qian didn't think about this problem before he came, not in the morning, but in the afternoon. And the morning one has already begun.

The slave owner's plan was that since such a novel woman entered the gladiatorial arena, if the woman agreed to compete twice, she could try the ticket price tomorrow.

"Two of them!" Han Qian, let's tentatively schedule two. If she wins both games, she can earn 40,000 Condor Coins, and she doesn't think about what will happen if she loses, because if she loses, her life will be gone. Obviously, don't think about anything.

When the slave owners heard this, they were overjoyed. This girl has a lot of eyesight, and knows that she wants her to be more than one. Mainly, today's ticket price has already been set, and it is really difficult to change it.

"Then sign the 'Book of Life and Death'." The slave owner pointed with his chin to the book of life and death placed on the table.

Coming to this other world, Han Qian signed for the first time. I don't want to, I signed in the name of my life.

"Take her to the castle for dinner, and then go to the arena in the afternoon." The slave owner said to the steward. This is the rule of the gladiatorial arena, and you can't leave after signing the life and death certificate.

In case you regret it, who will you go to for the gladiatorial fight in the afternoon?

Han Qian was ushered into a rather nice larger room, with a large bed, a delicate gilt dining table, and two gilded stools.

She didn't wait for the butler to bring lunch, but sat down on a clean bed, coiled into a lotus seat, and sat down without distractions. At least three hours a day, Han Qian has not meditated today.

Fortunately, even if this slave owner's fort was so close to the gladiatorial arena, there was no boiling sound to be heard.

The slave gently lowered the beef meal into the room and gently exited the room. If you disturb the challenger of the cash cow to meditate, your aura will be clogged, and you will be beaten to death by the slave owner.