After coming out of that exit, Flying Prism realized that it was really a relatively low-level gladiatorial arena, and basically anyone who came here could enter it. When he got outside, Flying Star realized that there were really a lot of gladiatorial arenas, but he couldn't enter without a pass. That kind of thing, how could there be a flying prism that sneaked in? Obviously...

Of course, this is also difficult to defeat the flying star. Not to mention that it is really invisible, even semi-stealth is enough to go in and walk a few times. Infiltrating is not a matter at all for a Flying Star with this ability, and it is as easy as a breeze.

Beyond the exit of this primary gladiatorial arena is an empty corridor, and above the corridor is a vast starry sky, with countless stars shining brightly, which is extremely fascinating. This is the outer periphery of Proxima Centauri, home to the Parma space station.

Prism also saw Proxima Centauri from this angle, which are three reddish-white stars, all of which are red dwarfs. As I said before, Proxima Centauri belongs to the triad. Although it is on the periphery of Proxima Centauri, it is actually not far from the Palma space station.

The Parma station can now be called an interstellar arena, but the interstellar arena does not directly cover the Parma station. There are also plenty of recreational facilities and a variety of venues for events that Prism can and can't understand. But whether he could understand it or not, Flying Prism didn't care much, and walked towards the high-end gladiatorial arena while admiring the bright starry sky, he wanted to see how the battle was there, and how much more exciting it was than what he had seen before.

Soon, after putting on the flower in the moon, Flying Prism found its target. After all, Hua Zhongyue is just a conscious turn-off, and other functions can still be used. To be honest, Flying Star felt that it didn't matter if its consciousness was turned off or not. If he doesn't turn it off, sometimes he really feels a little noisy.

"Boom, boom...... Roar Roar Roar ...... Wow, wow, wow, ......" all kinds of noisy shouts, shouts, strange sounds, sounds into the ears, this is the first feeling of Flying Prism Star walking here.

Flying Prism took a closer look and found that the area of this gladiatorial arena was much larger than the previous one, and the diameter reached an astonishing 300 zhang, that is, more than a kilometer. At a glance, the whole field is very empty, and it is suitable for group battles, and it seems that this is a high-end game...

"The passion continues, the calls continue, the next race is ready to start, all the contestants are in place, make your most charming POSS, and let your charming style take us down..." They're all in place.

"Alright, I'm going to invite Pyler and Fermi to play." The moderator continued his announcement without diminishing his passion. It was as if he was the one who participated in the war, and he was more excited than anyone else.

At this time, Fei Lingxing saw a good-looking large machine qì person standing at the scene, his whole body was pitch black, and occasionally a few pieces of steel plate-like things covered it showed a little silver light, his arms and feet were very coordinated, and the lines and patterns depicted on the surface were also very coordinated. The man was only about four or five meters tall, and his two basin-sized eyes glowed with a crystal green light, staring ahead, standing motionless. What the? And the race is the machine qì people?

After watching carefully, Feilenxing realized that this is indeed the case, so what kind of machine is it... It's a man piloting this mech. After all, no matter how much it develops in the future, it is impossible to have a machine qì race, right? Yes, it is also a tool of a certain race.

I have to say, this turned out to be a mecha. It was the first time that Flying Prism had seen a mecha other than what Chen Lin thought. But Chenlin's mecha somehow, it can still be transformed into a suit, this is the first time that Flying Star knows that there is such a thing, and I don't know if it has become worse or worse, I hope it is the former...

On the opposite side of this black mecha, a white-haired old man holding a crystal staff slowly walked out. Although he was an old white-haired old man, he didn't see rickets in his body at all. The old man was dressed very decently, an equally black robe, embroidered with gold patterns, which was very beautiful. Of course, this is just to mean that the black robe is good-looking.

He held a crystal staff no more than half a meter long in his hand, the crystal staff was transparent, but the top of his crystal staff was inlaid with a huge green gem, which was very delicate and beautiful, making many people have the urge to rob. From the many viewers who saw him appear, their eyes glowed green, and it was not difficult to see that the crystal staff was very valuable.

Ao, why does this old man look so much like that? What is he going to do to fight... Isn't there a mistake... Facing a mecha warrior on the other side, although he doesn't know what level the mecha warrior is, his opponent is actually an old man, and it's too cheating...

The host did not directly introduce the careers and abilities of the two parties, but directly reported their names, which made many viewers feel unclear, who is this old man, how did he have the courage to come up, where is his self-confidence, dare to come up so "swaggering"? The chatter had spread through the audience, neither loud nor small, but Prism was just enough to be heard.

"Who's that? I'm still involved in the affairs of young people when I'm old, I'm tired of it..."

"Who knows, looking at this old immortal who is so healthy, he must have lived too long... He's trying to 'warm up'..."

"By the way, don't be so simple in your minds, okay, if you're not sure, who dares to go up?"

"Yes, although there is no such thing as life and death in high-end bureaus, since this old man is not afraid of accidents, he must have a lot of ability."

"How capable and how great it can be, haven't we ever thought about it? But I really can't think of it... Maybe the employer sent him to death? ”

"Yes, it's not impossible, it's just that it's too rare."

"Rare doesn't mean nothing, barbarians have all appeared in this kind of place, what has not happened?"

"yes, what can't happen? After I say this, you may die immediately......"

“……”

To be honest, Prism didn't know what the gray-haired old man was capable of, and he wanted to find someone to talk about and see what was going on, just like the general audience. As long as others can know one or two, he can deduce the rest on his own. Prism is confident that even if he doesn't get his inference completely correct, he can get his results infinitely closer to the final answer. R405