Spiritual practice is clearly divided into six levels.

From bottom to top, they are human level, earth level, heavenly level, immortal level, god level and spirit level, and each level is divided into three levels: low, medium and high.

No matter how you practice spiritual power, you will be graded according to this standard.

Unbeknownst to many, the Colosseum is located at the very top of the grandstand and has five boxes.

It's just that there are many illusion arrays set up outside the box, and there are heaven-level spiritual cultivators who are constantly maintained, so if they are not soul operators or have no spiritual veins, they can't be seen at all.

The betting criteria in the Colosseum are so unique that if it's really about making money, there aren't too many ways to manipulate it.

But no gladiator ever did that.

After all, the concept of "audience" in their eyes is not exactly the same as what those in the stands understand.

I don't know when this world has been divided into two by spiritual power.

Those that belong to ordinary people are called the table world.

And the world of the spiritual cultivators is called the inner world.

The two were even separated from each other in terms of space, and as early as thousands of years ago, monks from all over the world began to concentrate their efforts to build subspaces attached to the main space and move to them.

Since then, "God" has completely become "mythology", and the two worlds on the outside have gradually drifted apart along two completely different paths.

Mei also saw the box.

It's just that her strength is far below that of the array, so she can't see the situation inside the box.

So she didn't know that there was a pair of eyes that had been watching her every move since she appeared.

There were no lights on in the box.

Darkness took over most of the territory, except for a small area next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, soaked in light from the outside.

By this light, you can faintly see a figure on the sofa.

The face of the person was covered with a silver mask that covered the entire face, and the face of the person was carved on it, which was delicate and lifelike. And the mask is not a real dead thing, but as vivid and flexible as a real human face.

This mask is quite weird even in normal times, not to mention that in this environment, the masked man is wearing dark clothes, and he can only see a faint silhouette in the dark, but the mask is refracted with a little faint light because of the material, which is not too conspicuous than him.

This situation is terrifying!

From the moment Mei appeared, the corners of the lips on the mask had maintained an upturned arc, until Mei was escorted into the corridor, the man chuckled, shook his head and retracted his gaze, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a sip gently.

Then he let out a sigh of satisfaction, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

There was a soft knock on the door of the box.

The masked man didn't seem to notice it, but there seemed to be something shaking in the shadows behind him, and then where the light and shadow intertwined, a young man dressed in black with an expressionless face appeared.

The young man opened the door, and the people outside whispered a few words to him, and then he closed the door and walked towards the masked man.

"My lord, the people will be there soon."

The eyes on the mask were still not open, but the corners of the lips slowly hooked up an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

I saw that the metal lips opened and closed, and a very lazy and slightly low male voice came out of it, and there was a hint of pleasure in the voice that could not be concealed.

"Turn on the lights, Jin Mo, our distinguished guest has finally arrived."

The moment the lights of the box were lit up, there was an extremely slight fluctuation in the phantom array shrouded outside.

Although this fluctuation is fleeting and almost imperceptible, it still cannot escape the eyes of those who care.

The gladiatorial battles on the field are still in full swing.

A waitress carried a tray and walked elegantly to a man who was full of wine and hugged left and right, and the moment she bent over, the eyes of the pair of giant, breast-looking men who were about to come out were straight.

What happened next was a matter of course...... When the waitress left, there was a pile of "tips" between the snow-white twin peaks, and the men continued to have fun surrounded by their female companions, but no one except the men knew that the note with the phone number left by the waitress actually said this.

"It has been confirmed that the hall master has a secret meeting with the Du clan, and the reason is unknown."

Such a scene is still being played out in many different ways in this gladiatorial arena.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and Jin Mo opened the door and welcomed the people outside the door in.

At first glance, even the masked man couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration in his heart.

He was about twenty years old, slender and straight, wearing a well-cut suit, and a handsome face like the most perfect masterpiece of heaven! The dark eyes seem to be gentle, but the bottom of the eyes is full of fierceness, although there is no spiritual power fluctuation on the body, the whole person naturally exudes the power of the superior from the inside out.

He simply walked in, but the box seemed to be brighter with his arrival.

In the inner world, there has always been a saying that "strength and talent depend on appearance", which means that the higher a person's affinity for the spirit, the more natural he will move closer to the direction of "perfection", especially the change in appearance.

"It's a pity."

Du Hongning, ranked fifth among the small characters of the Du family, is known as Du Wushao.

His father is the second son of the head of the Du family, and his mother is the fourth daughter of the Jin Temple Jane.

Du Hongning really lived up to expectations, at the age of three he introduced the spirit into the body, at the age of ten he condensed the spirit into crystal, and at the age of sixteen, he had been promoted to the advanced level of the ground level, and his strength far exceeded that of Tongji.

At that time, he was stunningly talented, and his identity was noble, what a wanton scenery.

The masked man looked away, and the corners of his lips curled in a slightly sarcastic arc.

The masked man is looking at the youth, and the youth is also looking at the masked man.

This man is as eccentric as the legend suggests.

He was dressed in a black casual suit, but he wore a dark blue ancient robe. The fabric of the robe looks quite rough at a glance, but it is ridiculous to look closely, where is the rough fabric, it is clear that the embroidery patterns on it are too cumbersome, and the number is too large, so it seems that the fabric is rough.

The iconic mask on his face fits perfectly with his face, and if it weren't for the fact that this person's exposed skin is no different from ordinary people, I'm afraid that some people really believe that it is his real face.

It is this seemingly weird and a little funny person who succeeded as the master of the Demon Palace five years ago, and regarded himself as the title of the Lord of the Demon Palace, "Si Wen", and in the next five years, the Wen Palace overwhelmed the other two halls and became the head of the three halls of the Demon Palace.

Behind Du Hongning, there was also a baby-faced young man and a young female guard with cold eyebrows, and when the three of them walked into the box, Si Wenzheng was leaning in the sofa in a very lazy posture, with one hand on his jaw, and the other hand playing with the white jade teacup carved into the shape of a lotus flower.

There was no meaning to speak.

The young man behind Du Hongning frowned, and just opened his mouth to say something, but was gently dragged by the female guard behind him, and immediately turned his head to look at it with an impatient face, but saw the female guard gently shaking his head at him.

Du Hongning's expression did not change, he thought for a moment, and then respectfully bowed to Si Wen.

At the same time, he said: "Du Hongning, I've seen Lord Siwen." ”

He performed the ancient rites, and that dress was not suitable for this kind of action, but he made it smoothly and pleasing to the eye.

The young man looked at Du Hongning in surprise, and then glared viciously at the steady Si Wen who was sitting at the top of the place, his face was full of reluctance, but he still bowed down.

"Du Yingyi, I've seen Lord Siwen."

Si Wen Fang raised his eyes to look at the three of them, and then a smile appeared on his mask.

"Wushao, hurry up, it's already my honor that you are willing to come to my invitation, why do you need to be so polite, take a seat."

The words are really polite, and the tone is really perfunctory.

Du Yingyi's face was flushed with anger, if it weren't for Du Hongning's sake, he would probably rush out to fight every minute.

In comparison, Du Hongning was simply calm, he thanked him politely, and then took the two of them to sit on the couch at the bottom.

Neither spoke, nor did he make superfluous movements, his eyes and nose looked at his nose and his heart, as if he was about to settle down, as if what he was in front of him was not only the first time they met, but also Si Wen, who had always commented on his "unpredictable whereabouts and ruthless methods", but was just summoned and questioned by the elders in the family, which was simply obedient.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the box suddenly became subtle and awkward.