It's just that the weapon was ridiculously expensive, and Connor wouldn't have bought a weapon of such a high value even if he bought the other two together, and he didn't need it.

After an hour of locomotive travel, a huge meeting hall appeared in Connor's eyes as if it was covered by a giant iron pot. The hall was several miles in circumference, with a white dome and one hundred and eight huge pillars around it. The locomotive sped down and landed in a corner of the venue.

After paying for the ride, Connor didn't walk in immediately, but just stared at the door of the venue in front of him with an expressionless face, indignant:

"I'm going to fight here for a month!"

He was now so poor that the cost of the ride was so extravagant. With a thought in mind, Connor slowly entered the venue.

Similarly, two masked men with their hands behind their backs stood next to the giant doors on either side of the venue. Countless people came in and out of the giant gate, and Connor entered it with a cold "snort", and the masked people guarding the gate did not move, as if they were just decorations.

Entering the gate, it suddenly opened up in front of you, and countless people lined up in a huge hall, dozens of people in formal clothes maintained the order of the venue. These are the entrances to the venue, which is as lively as buying a train ticket for the Spring Festival.

Connor looked for a not-so-crowded entrance and lined it up. I saw that a woman and a man were chatting happily before Connor, the woman was weak and wearing a purple crop top, and the man was heroic. Listening to the words of the two of them, you can hear that these two should be brother and sister.

The man said to the woman: "Shuang'er, look at how my brother and I will fight all over the court later!" ”

The woman chuckled, and said, "Brother, don't brag, this is a place where all the masters of the entire planet gather, and losing means losing your life!" ”

When the man heard this, he snorted coldly: "Even if my brother is not good, he still has the ability to save his life." ”

Hearing this from behind, Connor couldn't help but sneer with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, if it was with his light-like attack speed, I am afraid that as long as he hit this person's head, he would have moved. The so-called ability to save life, how to keep life?

The brother and sister chatted without saying a word, and it wasn't long before Connor saw an ordinary-looking man sitting at a jade table, and on one side of the jade table, several men in formal clothes were guarding an entrance. Whoever enters it will receive a crystal card from that person.

This crystal plaque is the ticket to enter it. When it was Connor's turn, he just glanced casually at the jade table and pointed a finger at it. The jade table glowed with a soft white light, and suddenly a suction force appeared out of thin air, and he felt that several of the immaterial pieces in his meson storage were absorbed by the jade table under his fingers.

With this feeling, the word "cashier" flashed in Connor's heart. The man behind the jade table handed Connor the same square crystal plaque with a blank face.

After taking the crystal card, Connor didn't even look at it, he put it away, and followed the brother and sister not far behind him, and entered the entrance guarded by those people.

Walking through a wide corridor that was not long, Connor's eyes darkened, and the sound of shouting and shouting instantly came to his ears, and it seemed that this corridor had an isolation sound effect.

Kang Jin saw countless stairs on top of each other, and on the top of the stairs was full of all kinds of people, people of all races, this is a sports field that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. Connor pulled out the square crystal card, and a spiritual force ran his finger into the crystal card.

After a moment, Connor glanced at the crystal card and said to himself with a light smile:

"One hundred and eighty-five, one hundred and nineteen seventy-three, it's not too far away."

When he looked up again, the brother and sister were gone. He didn't think much of it, and went straight through the layers of crowds. It took a lot of effort to find a seat on which the words "185, 1973" were written in several different characters.

Connor sat down, raised his head, and looked at an open platform in the center of the hall, which, though one hundred and eighty-five places away, was only a stone's throw away in Connor's eyes.

He looked at some of the people on his left and right, and saw that some of them were wearing two lenses or telescope-like devices on their heads, all of which were just to see more clearly.

At this time, on the high platform, surrounded by a transparent blue curtain, there were two people punching and kicking inside, one was thin and weak, and the other seemed to be tall and strong, if the two of them stood together directly, no one could believe that these two could fight equally. Looking at the way the two of them fought, it was as if they hadn't used any energy.

The spectators in the surrounding stands kept shouting the names of "no joy, no joy, no joy", and some people shouted the names of "Mo Yan, Mo Yan, Mo Yan", and this shout came and went. If the eardrum is a little bad, I am afraid that the eardrum will burst, and it is not strange to be deaf instantly, which shows how terrifying this shouting and cheering is.

Whenever the thin man prevailed, the voice of Mo Yan was shaken; Whenever the stout man has the upper hand, the shouting of unhappiness is just as thunderous as the heavens. From this shout alone, Connor, as a newcomer, already knew that this thin man was Mo Yan, and the stout man was Wu Huan.

Although the physique of these two people is very different, this fight makes people feel that they can't tell the winner for a while.

In this way, Mo fought for about half an hour, and suddenly Mo Yan punched out, and he didn't know if Wuhuan was in poor health or what, he didn't react for a while, and he was hit the lower abdomen by Mo Yan, and his whole body suddenly bowed forward.

It may have hit the bladder, and at the same time as Wuhuan had an incomparably sharp pain in his groin, a strong urge to urinate was instantly released. Before he covered his hands in his straddles, he didn't know whether to pee or dodge, but no matter what he did, it seemed to be too late......

Mo Yan hit the fist in his lower abdomen, don't look at this fist Although it is small, but the power is not ordinarily large, this fist slid up along Wu Huan's lower abdomen against his body, and this fist hit Wu Huan's chin directly.

This series of actions is just a blink of an eye, even if Wuhuan doesn't have that damn urge to urinate, he can't dodge this lightning attack like a lightning attack like a monkey picking the moon and fishing for peaches at the bottom of the well, this trick is wonderful, and the aftertaste is endless!

This is not over, because Wu Huan has not fallen yet, I saw Wu Huan's body being punched backwards, and Mo Yan took advantage of the situation to step forward. With another punch "bang", it hit Wu Huan's chest and smashed it directly to the ground.

Wu Huan only felt a burst of blood surging in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Wu Huan's mouth, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't see anything. His hands were still covering his lower abdomen, and this qiē was just like lightning.

I saw Mo Yan lightning retract the fist that smashed on Wu Huan's chest, stood up violently, raised a kick, and with a "bang", the foot stomped on Wu Huan's chest fiercely, and a crisp sound of broken bones came out.

"Poof" Wuhuan shouted "ah" at the same time, spit out a mouthful of blood, and before Wuhuan could shout anything. Mo Yan had already withdrawn the kick that had stomped on Wu Huan's chest, and the leg was raised back again, and with a "bang", he kicked Wu Huan's waist.

"Click", I don't know if Wu Huan's waist was kicked or his spine was kicked in two, as soon as this sound came out, Wu Huan was directly kicked out of the high platform by Mo Yan. Wu Huan flew out of the blue light curtain and smashed on the ground with a muffled sound, his head tilted, and he didn't know if he was dead, but looking at his pale face and the placket of his chest was stained red with blood, even if he didn't die, it was almost the same.

This qiē said slowly, but in fact, it was just a kung fu between two breaths, and Wu Huan was knocked to the ground without the power to fight back. At this time, I heard someone on the high platform shouting:

"Trash!"

"It's hanging up so soon, labor-management money!"

"Despicable, shameless!"

"It's so shameless, obscene, filthy!"

"Why don't you just hit the dick!"

There are women's voices in this, and there are also the voices of indecent men, no matter what, Mo Yan won!

Mo Yan didn't even glance at Wuhuan who flew out and fell to the ground, as if he could live a hundred years less in one glance......