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At this moment, a figure was entering through the gate of the underground square.

This figure is naturally the dream wind that came all the way from the mission hall.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Mengfeng couldn't help but take a breath. I was finally able to feel a little space.

MD, it's really crowded outside.

Thinking in his heart, Mengfeng's gaze also walked to the only counter not far away, took out the number plate, handed it to the old man sitting in front of the counter, and said, "I want to sign up." ”

The voice fell, and the old man, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head and glanced at Mengfeng.

When he saw the other party's face, Mengfeng couldn't help but take a slight breath. This face is really chic.

Well, Mengfeng really hasn't seen a few people uglier than the old man in front of him. If the latter walks around the street, it is estimated that a child will be scared to tears.

At this time, I only heard this ugly-looking old man, and he also said lightly: "To register in the underground square, you need to pay an additional thousand points." Are you sure you want to sign up here?"

"A thousand points?"

Mengfeng was stunned, he really didn't expect this. But if you think about it at the moment, it's just as well. If the underground square can sign up unconditionally, so many people still have to queue up to sign up for Mao?

A thousand points is a thousand points!

"Sure. Thinking about it, Mengfeng immediately nodded in confirmation.

"Here's your dueling card, and on it is your number. Next, you go to the waiting hall and wait, and when you arrive, someone will shout the number on your duel card. From there, it's the waiting hall for the players. The old man finished it, handed the license plate back to Mengfeng, pointed to a staircase on the side, and said lightly.

"Thank you. ”

Nodding, Mengfeng followed the old man's point and walked up.

Soon, he was in the waiting hall for the players.

Compared with the dueling arena on the first four floors, this fifth floor is only a dueling arena in one city, and the waiting hall for players is several times larger. Among them, it was full of people. Looking at the full flow of people, Mengfeng couldn't help but feel a tingle in his scalp.

How crowded does this fifth floor have to be?

Randomly found a relatively empty corner, Mengfeng sat down.

Compared to the first four layers, because the fifth layer is dominated by indigenous people. Therefore, the number of registrations in the dueling arena is no longer based on the player's number plate, but a dueling number plate will be temporarily given.

"No. 12120. It's only 2018 now. It seems that there is a wait. ”

Listening to the '2017' and '2018' calls in his ears, and then looking at the number on the duel number plate in his hand, Mengfeng couldn't help but shake his head. Simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Time passes bit by bit.

Two days passed quietly.

"No. 12120, please come to the ring!" Finally, Mengfeng's ears heard his trumpet.

As soon as his body moved, he suddenly swept out of the waiting hall of the contestants like an arrow from the string, came to the center of the noisy and boiling dueling arena, and jumped straight into the ring.

Opposite him, a sturdy young man with a chiluo upper body, wearing a pair of fist gloves, had been waiting for him for a long time.

Within a duel in a city, there is only one ring. The two went on stage at the same time to face off, and the winner stayed. You can choose to continue as the champion and take on the next challenge. At the same time, you can also choose to give up. And in this way, if you want to challenge again, you have to register again.

Therefore, many people come here and often choose to fight until they feel exhausted and can't cope with the next enemy, and then choose to leave the ring. Otherwise, it will take at least a day or two to re-register and wait for the stage to come on stage.

The sturdy young man in front of him wearing a pair of gloves is a champion who has won two consecutive victories in the ring.

"The duel begins!"

With the side of the ring, the referee standing on the high platform shouted.

"Whoosh. ”

Suddenly, under the shouting of the mountains and seas in the field, the sturdy young man's body shook, swept up an afterimage, and swept in front of Mengfeng at an extremely fast speed. The shot is a straight punch that is incredibly fast.

"Smack!"

However, it was such a punch, but it was slapped by Mengfeng and took it strongly.

"How is that possible?!"

The sturdy young man's pupils shrank, and his face was full of disbelief. In the field, there was also a sound of disbelief.

The sturdy young man has won two consecutive victories in a row, and his strength is not false. Countless spectators in the arena have only seen it before. At this moment, seeing such a fast punch as the former, or a punch with such a pair of superb high-grade spiritual weapon gloves, how could he not make everyone unbelievable when he blocked Mengfeng with his bare hands.

"Ahh

However, the sturdy young man did not lose his fighting spirit because of this, and he saw a sudden trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and another fist was also smashed towards Mengfeng's face at this moment.

"How is it possible!?" But before his fist could fall, Mengfeng's hand grabbed his fist and lifted him down. Between that hand, there was a terrifying power, so that the sturdy young man could not have the slightest idea of resisting.

The whole person was thrown out of the ring with a casual throw.

"Player 12120 wins!"

"Wow!-"

Seeing this scene, there was an uproar in the field.

Unbelievable!

The sturdy young man who had just won two consecutive victories and had strong strength threw the thin-looking kid in front of him out of the ring in such an instant.

For a time, many gamblers in many gambling games in the field have bet on Mengfeng.

"12120 players win!"

As it turned out, these gamblers were quite discerning.

is another casual blow, Mengfeng's second opponent, and he will be killed in seconds.

The whole audience was boiling, and many gambling games and bets were full of dreams.

"Number 12120 wins!"

"Number 12120 wins!"

"Number 12120 wins!"

......

One after another, the announcements rang out one after another from the mouth of the referee on the high platform. In the field, there were also bursts of frenzy for this, and the atmosphere in the entire field fell into an absolute climax because of Mengfeng's successive victories.

"Number 12120 wins!"

As another announcement fell, Mengfeng's opponent was thrown into the ring by him again, and there were already hysterical shouts in the field.

Ten wins in a row!

With this victory, Mengfeng seems to have won ten consecutive victories!

Every day, the people who have won streaks in the dueling arena do not go. But there are really few who have won ten consecutive victories.

"Player No. 12120, do you want to continue to be the champion?"

When the referee's question fell on the high platform, many people's hearts in the field couldn't help but pinch it, especially those gamblers who made a lot of money because of betting on Mengfeng, and at this moment, they couldn't help but look at the referee on the high platform.

You girl, no one said no to continue. What do you ask? Tell me, what do you ask!?

If it weren't for the fact that he knew that the referee was the official person of the Guzong Duel Arena and had strong strength, I was afraid that at this moment, a group of people in the arena would have rushed up and beaten him up.

"Of course. ”

Fortunately, Mengfeng's answer made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then the next player is on the stage!" the referee's voice fell, and a figure immediately swept out of the waiting hall of the players.

Compared to the ten people defeated by Mengfeng before, the appearance of this person immediately caused a shout in the field.

"Goddess of Dance!Goddess of Dance!Goddess of Dance......"

Dancing clothes, a city's dueling arena, the famous king of consecutive victories. Now in the duel arena of one city, he has accumulated sixty-two consecutive victories. Coupled with itself, the beautiful face, the charming temperament, and the figure that leads people to commit crimes. made her name a famous goddess in a city.

Seeing her appearance at this moment, countless men in the field were boiling!

For a while, those who originally supported Mengfeng all turned to the other in an instant, and they all changed their words to support the dance.

Beauty, everywhere is privileged.

Especially such a bubbling beauty, who is powerful and beautiful.

Of course, there are still many women in the field, and they are still shouting for the dream wind at this moment. Even many women, out of jealousy, shouted for Mengfeng to get rid of this vixen......

In short, in the face of all kinds of shouts, Dream Wind is ...... Unmoved.

"The duel begins!"

Until the referee announced so lightly, the dream wind moved.

With great speed, he swept to the side of Maishang, reached out to grab the former's shoulder, and threw him out of the ring in the same way that he had defeated several opponents before.

However, the dance dress is obviously not comparable to those opponents before him.

With a twist of his body, he was like a slippery beautiful snake, escaping the grasp of Mengfeng. At the same time, Qianqianyu slapped her palm, with layers of pink energy, and shot straight towards Mengfeng's sideways.

Isn't dancing simple, but isn't it simple to dream?

The answer, of course, is no.

When the other party slapped his palm, his body had already flashed to the other side, and a palm slapped directly on the soft back of the dancer. The soft touch made Mengfeng almost want to touch it more.

"Poof. ”

A small mouthful of blood spit out from Wushang's mouth, and her body also flew out directly, retreating to the edge of the ring, looking at Mengfeng with a solemn and vigilant face.

And in the field, at this time, it was also for Mengfeng's palm, and there was a scolding battle.

Many men have been squirting dreams. Many women have praised the dream wind.

The two collided, and many men and women in the field naturally started a war of scolding.

"Slender Palm!"

At this time, only a soft cheer was heard in the ring, which sounded from the mouth of the dancing clothes. Her body suddenly turned into a ghost, with layers of pink light, faintly filled with petals, and slapped towards the dream wind.

"Fire Moon Sweep!"

Seeing this, Dream Wind naturally would not be afraid of it. The Spirit Gathering Knife was held in his hand, and with a sword of Fire Moon, he slashed straight out.

...... (To be continued)