During the release period, the assassination incident that occurred was followed by a lot of uproar and great momentum.

Manager Wei held back a wave of anger that went straight to the bottom of his heart, and he had no way to vent it.

On that day, he made a big ugly appearance in front of the noble messenger sent above, and the arrogant middle-aged scribe had no intention of staying any longer after his attack, and his face was ugly, so he left early.

The chubby Mr. Wei was a little trembling with anger, and his hard work of flattery and filial piety was almost in vain, and his dream of wanting to go further was naturally ruined.

Blocking people's financial paths, such as killing their parents.

Tearing off his kind skin, with the ruthless nature of Manager Wei, how could he let go of this group of hateful slave prisoners who made him lose face and waste his hard work.

The black crow was dead, its bloody head hung high and exposed to the sun for three days, and the broken body was instructed by Wei to be thrown to the dogs as punishment.

And his subordinate forces, losing the protection of the crows, the head of Wei was ruthless, and first hunted and killed a group of slave prisoners with a criminal record under the pretext of finding the murder weapon.

Subsequently, a large number of fierce and strong slave prisoners undertook the hardest and most tiring tasks of labor, and more were thrown into the gladiatorial arena and the Colosseum, their fate was uncertain, and they were never heard of again.

Among them, there were those who dared to resist, but it was just a sharp sword in the hands of the black-clothed man who made the blood red again, and it was even more in the hands of Chief Wei who fulfilled the wishes of Chief Wei.

The bloody crackdown is a discoloration.

And Wanyan Moro's side was not very comfortable, and was also implicated by the anger in the heart of Chief Manager Wei, and was suppressed several times in succession, and his power shrank a lot.

The fragrant mist is miao.

The pale white smoke was swirling, and the rich and round body of Manager Wei was hidden behind, and the expression on his face was faintly a little unclear for a while.

He held a paper fan in one hand, gently brushing the delicate clay stove in front of the seat, and the purple clay pot on it was no more than the size of a fist.

"Are you sure? That day, the man showed up at the Windfield at the time of the assassination attack. ”

Manager Wei's eyes stared at the quaint purple clay pot, the tea gradually boiling, and the afterglow seemed to gently sweep over the kneeling old jailer on the ground as if he didn't care.

"Qiqi Manager Wei, this is indeed the case, the villain saw that Pang Yuanmai entering the entrance with his own eyes that day, and saw that he didn't make any moves, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and then he disappeared. ”

The old jailer's mind was slippery, and when he saw that the chief manager Wei in the seat was expressionless, he couldn't help but get nervous, and secretly guessed the intention of this question, and his forehead was even lowered, almost touching the ground.

"He's been to the scene ......"

Mr. Wei stared at the tumbling amber tea, smelled the diffuse faint fragrance of tea, and muttered in his mouth, a little distracted for a while.

What a coincidence.

The black-clothed guards standing in the room with swords are like two statues, their eyes do not squint, but their minds are almost always vigilant.

And the old jailer who was kneeling on the ground had already vaguely guessed the intention of Chief Wei, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Let's go down. ”

Mr. Wei in the thin smoke waved his hand and didn't look at it.

The nervous old jailer raised his head in surprise as if he had been pardoned, and did not dare to say more.

When he silently exited the luxurious room and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the old jailer found that the clothes on his back were close to his skin, and he was clearly soaked.

"It seems that it is time to solve this problem. ”

The air was quiet, and Manager Wei said faintly, as if he was talking to two silent black-clothed dead soldiers, and as if he was talking to himself, which was terrifying.

No one responded.

Regardless of whether the matter is a coincidence or not, whether it is really related, Manager Wei doesn't care, he only cares about his inner tendency.

The truth doesn't matter anymore.

The earlier idea of using Pang Yuan to integrate the slave forces in the black prison had been frustrated, and he had lost patience and expectation.

A smile appeared on Fu Shi's face, and Manager Wei picked up a delicate porcelain cup and slowly flipped it over.

On the ground, the boiling tea in the porcelain cup was poured down, and a black-brown ant that had passed by unintentionally spasmed in pain in the boiling water, its tiny body curled and shrunk.

"I want an obedient dog, not a devouring wolf!"

Subconsciously pinched the crystal porcelain cup between his fingers, and the cold light in the depths of Mr. Wei's eyes disappeared.

At this point, the so-called cooperation between Pang Yuan and General Manager Wei completely broke down, and the supply of rare materials to Pang Yuan was all stopped, and the relationship between the two fell to a freezing point.

In the black prison, the atmosphere has been very depressing during this time, with days of killing, and in those dark and cramped cells, there is a faint smell of blood that lingers for a long time.

The other side.

Pang Yuan, who closed his eyes and practiced, learned that three days later, he would re-enter the Colosseum to fight, and unlike before, the jailer who read the order was blunt, and after telling him, he turned around and left decisively.

Everything revealed a strange aura, Pang Yuan noticed it, and knew that it must be inseparable from the manager of Na Wei, and after being slightly surprised, he ignored it and closed his eyes again.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

Today, Pang Yuan already has this kind of determination, the enemy is dark and I am clear, rather than spending energy to fight, it is better to strengthen his own foundation.

The stars and the moon alternate, and the three days passed in a flash.

In the quiet corridor, it is deep and quiet, with nine curves and eighteen bends, and I don't know where it leads.

The group walked silently in the corridor.

The closer we got to the magnificent Colosseum building, the tighter and tighter the guards became, and every few dozen paces, there were silent and cold men in black guarding them.

Every quarter of an hour, another group of well-equipped black-clothed men patrolled by, with a sturdy body, eyes like eagles, and one palm on the weapon at his waist at all times.

The two old jailers led the way, and Pang Yuan wore a shawl and a dark chain, walking silently in the middle.

With cold electricity in his eyes, Pang Yuan's face was resolute, his majestic body held up the wide prison uniform high, and the knotted muscles were like knives and axes, although he was silent, he had a special wild temperament.

Since Pang Yuan achieved the innate body of the flesh, this is a kind of in-depth ascension of the life level, if it is not deliberately restrained, it will have a natural strong sense of oppression for others.

The group soon came to the foot of the Colosseum, and the familiar fiery sound was shocking.

The person guarding the iron prison at the entrance was still the old jailer that Pang Yuan knew.

Pang Yuan has been here many times, and he has long been familiar with the trivial and tedious process, allowing a few jailers to come forward to inspect and remove the shackles and chains on his body.

Holding a shield, an iron sword hanging from his waist, and wearing leather armor, Pang Yuan took the silver mask handed over by the familiar old jailer, and lightly buckled it on his face, tightly sealing.

After the old jailer he met for the first time handed out the mask, he stood silently in place, looking at Pang Yuan who was waiting quietly with complicated eyes, and stopped talking.

"Now, our next slave warrior is invited!

"Mysterious, powerful, invincible Ghost-faced Samurai!"

With the excited shouts and unsuppressed roars of the audience, the high-pitched voice of the narrator in the hidden place resounded.

"Click~Click~Click~"

With a tooth-aching, jerky gear sliding and snapping sound, the sturdy iron fence slowly opened.

Pang Yuan lifted the round iron shield in his hand and had already strode into the Colosseum.

The reappearance of the mighty ghost-faced slave warrior in the Colosseum undoubtedly made the bustling crowd in the stands even more exciting, and the crowd was surging, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

Before Pang Yuan walked to the center of the flat ground, at this time, the voice of the mysterious commentator who didn't know where to hide sounded again.

"Today, the opponent of our mysterious ghost-faced warrior will be an unprecedented terrifying beast!

"Demon beasts, derived from humanoid intelligence, can also be cultivated, powerful natural powers and huge vitality, almost beyond the terrifying physique of fine iron, can really threaten the legendary warrior lord. ”

The mysterious narrator's voice became louder and louder, directly detonating the enthusiasm of all the blood-soaked men and women in the stands, and the noise shook the sky.

"A terrifying beast on the verge of breaking through the Demon Beast Realm - the one-eyed demon rhino!"

Amidst the cheers and roars, the mysterious narrator screamed.

Pang Yuan's face was solemn and calm, deaf to the noise around him, and he only slowly wrapped and fixed the sturdy round iron shield on one arm.

"Knock~~Knock~~Knock!"

As the narrator screamed, there was a dull sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, and it was rapidly approaching.

The earth was trembling slightly at the moment, and the loud sound of vibration, which was becoming more and more obvious, attracted everyone's attention and shook people's hearts.

Standing in the middle of the flat ground, Pang Yuan looked towards the iron gate at the entrance, and he could feel the approach of a large lifeform.

The next moment, amid the exclamations of the audience, a huge purple beast shadow suddenly appeared!

Pang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the blood veins in his body began to flow faster.

"Roar!"

The purple giant beast let out a long and thick howl, which shook the heavens and the earth, and the faces of the men and women in the audience turned pale, and their blood and qi shook involuntarily.

The earthquake trembled, and the huge purple beast rushed forward, rampage, and ferocious.

At this time, one can see that the heavy iron fence of the entrance has not yet been fully opened.

"Bang !!"

The huge purple giant beast had no intention of staying at all, and directly rushed into it in a rage, and there was no doubt that the extremely heavy iron fence was violently pushed by this giant beast!

And the purple beast continued to castrate, soaring into the air and leaping into the vast flat land.

This huge one-eyed demon rhino has come to this point, and it has completely appeared in everyone's eyes.

It can be seen that on the body of the one-eyed demon rhino, the whole body is covered with palm-sized purple scales, and under the sun, the brilliance is flowing, which looks extremely noble and strange.

Beneath the dense scales is a thick layer of protective armor, whose strength is almost comparable to that of gold and iron.

Among them, between the hard and thick purple scales, there are hideous spikes growing out, uneven layers, and the cold light flickers, which is daunting.

The mighty body of this giant beast is amazingly huge, with a body length of more than three zhang, a height of nearly two zhang, and a weight of tens of thousands of catties.

What is even more terrifying, corresponding to its name, is that above the huge and hideous head, only a huge blue eye is embedded in the center, and the pale golden cold vertical pupil has no temperature.

In the big mouth that occasionally opens and closes, there are rows of barbed and sharp teeth, and viscous saliva flows.

At the front of the skull, an extremely thick curved rhino horn pointed to the sky, bright but very hard, and there were some black blood stains that had long dried up on it, which were indestructible.

This one-eyed demon rhino is full of ferocious and tyrannical energy, and there is no sense of peace and warmth.

A terrifying beast through and through!

At the same time.

With the dull sound of breaking the air, the heavy iron fence that had been violently knocked into the air before was flipped in mid-air, and it had already smashed into Pang Yuan, who was in the center of the flat ground with the momentum of wind and thunder! I want to talk about "The Beast Turns Back" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~