The huge arena stands are full of people, because it is a preliminary round, so this is free and open to the outside world, at this time Wang Meng and others also came to the stands, looking at the very gorgeous rings below, the preliminary round has begun on the ring, and from time to time the crowd in the stands will burst into cheers.

Wang Meng counted, there were a total of 16 rings, each ring had the same specifications, because the distance was too far, everyone could only see small black dots on the stage with the naked eye, moving back and forth.

Such a long distance is of course not a matter for Boss Qian and Xu Wenqiang, the two of them can observe every move in the audience without using their naked eyes, only with their spiritual sense, and Wang Meng and a group of ordinary monks do not have such depth of field, so it is also anxious Wang Meng, it is easy to come once but not see anything.

What is the situation, no, although the seat is gone, but it can't disturb Uncle Ben's interest, thinking about Wang Meng, the robot cat, took out a pair of binoculars and looked at the ring.

I saw that on the nearest ring, two monks were indistinguishable, one monk used a flying sword, and the other monk used a spear, the flying sword and the spear collided in mid-air I don't know how many times, and sparks kept bursting out, because the speed was too fast.

As a mortal, Wang Meng could only see two shadows, constantly colliding in the air, and the two monks on the ground were not idle, constantly pinching the magic trick and changing their body shape, in Wang Meng's opinion, this was similar to watching the immortal fighting method.

I didn't have much consciousness and couldn't understand it, so I used the telescope to change to another ring, only to see that in this ring, the big one was lively, a big man in the shape of a big man like an iron tower, covered with tendons and flesh, has been chasing a white-clothed monk to attack, and the white-clothed showman, while constantly dodging, kept offering flying swords to slash the big man everywhere.

And the big man seemed to be beaten by steel and iron, regardless of it, he just protected his eyes, and continued to get close to the white-clothed monk to attack, only to see the flying sword slashing at the big man, which did not play any role at all, but cut out white marks.

This kind of consumption made the white-clothed monk anxious, not only speeding up his movement speed and keeping a certain distance from the big man, but also taking out a magic weapon from the Qiankun bag, Wang Meng didn't see the magic weapon clearly, and was thrown out by the monk to the big man.

I saw that the magic weapon flew a few meters in front of the big man and suddenly burst open, and a blue-green cloud was formed to wrap the big man firmly inside, "I grass, poison gas bomb." Wang Meng scolded this guy for being so inhumane that he couldn't beat him and attacked with poison gas.

I saw that the big man kept screaming in that cloud, and the people around him who listened to it were terrified, and Wang Meng, who was in the distance, couldn't hear it, but he was now thinking about whether he should get a set of gas masks for these two children.

Everyone decided which white-clothed monk was determined, and the white-clothed monk also sighed, and slowed down, after all, his cultivation is not high, and it is a very spiritual power to use spells to run and dodge for a long time, but I just saw the monk withdraw his flying sword.

The form suddenly changed, and the big man jumped out of the blue-green mist intact, and came to the white-clothed monk with lightning speed, and it was a violent blow, these actions shocked everyone, and no one expected that the poison would have no effect on this strong man at all, and he could even fight back.

I can feel that although this strong man is very honest, he is also a thoughtful person. Many families silently said that this person was remembered in their hearts, after all, there were few cultivators in this cultivation realm, and when they practiced to a certain point, it was even more rare for them to be so meticulous.

A lot of people think that this guy has a bright future ahead of him.

At this time, it was too late for the monk to dodge, so he could only mobilize his aura and resist the blow with this strong man, only to hear a "bang", and the white-clothed monk flew out of the edge of the arena like a kite with a broken string, and did not slowly land until it flew dozens of meters away.

I saw that the whitefriar was now seriously injured, and spat out several mouthfuls of blood as he got up. Looking at the strong man in front of him, constantly flexing his muscles to all the audience cheering for it, Wang Meng thought of the tyrant in Resident Evil.

That's right, the tyrant is quite similar to this guy, this guy is also more than two meters tall and muscular, but he has brains than the tyrant. But with the ability to be beaten, Wang Meng said that he also took the inspection, and he didn't know if he could get up with his 81 bar and a shuttle.

Next, Wang Meng took out a few large bottles of Coca-Cola, and watched the game while drinking Coke and eating chicken wings brought from the earth, the mood was absolutely sour and comfortable, so the sky finally got dark, and the fluorite around it also lit up, as if it was a huge searchlight, illuminating the arena like daylight.

Finally, everyone felt a strong divine thought ringing in their hearts, "No. 1121 is on the field, No. 1122 is preparing."

When it was finally time for us to play, Wang Meng muttered in front of the two teenagers for a while, took out a few things, handed them to the two teenagers, and let them play. Looking at the young backs of the two child laborers, Wang Meng couldn't bear it.

But this is also a very good opportunity to practice, to test the effectiveness of his guns in the cultivation realm, to see what he can reach, and to let Wang Meng intuitively understand what kind of abilities some high-end genius monks in the cultivation realm can exert.

These things are very important not only to Wang Meng but also to the entire Xiajia Town, and they are important to every step of their plan in the future.

As for the award, Wang Meng said that he was not the slightest interested, after all, he still had that bonus and natural treasures, and after the auction the day after tomorrow, he would become a rich man again, and the spirit stones he got were enough for the entire Xia family to lose for a while.

But the monks around Wang Meng were all worried about the two children, although they knew that Wang Meng must have some means, but after all, the level gap was still too big, and the difference of one or two small realms was nothing, but this was already at least 4 realms or more, that is, an unbridgeable gap.

It's not that they haven't seen geniuses, but the two children on stage in front of them really don't seem to be geniuses. So where did Wang Meng's confidence come from? This guy is a legend, and no one can say that he can only wait and see.

I saw that the older child stepped into a ring on the far right side of the entire arena, and his opponent also stepped into the ring at this time, staring at each other with his eyes, and constantly using his spiritual sense to probe the details of the other party.