Yang Tian followed Xuan Jie to a viewing platform, which was in a very good position. Because the dueling arena is like the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena in the previous life, the audience stage is built in a trapezoidal shape around the dueling arena, and the higher the place, the farther away from the dueling arena, the visual effect must be much worse. And the location where Xuan Jie brought Yang Tian was the second floor, and it was close to the dueling arena.

Yang Tian looked around, and saw that the audience was almost half full from the bottom to the top at this time, and the number of people was probably not tens of thousands.

There are so many people in the Fighting Soul Hall at this time, but they are not specifically here to see Xuan Jie and their betting. In normal times, there are no fewer people who come to the Fighting Soul Hall for entertainment than now.

At this time, there were two figures coming and going in the dueling arena, and because the speed was too fast, Yang Tian's eyes couldn't see what was going on on the field at all. It was only from the occasional sound of collisions and wails on the field that one could roughly guess that someone seemed to be fighting.

The people sitting on the stage laughed and cursed as they fought in the dueling arena, with different expressions, all of which showed that the excitement here was extraordinary.

Xuan Jie came to a seat and sat down, and at the same time motioned for Yang Tian to sit beside him. After Xuan Jie and Yang Tian sat down, Xuan Jie leaned lazily on the chair, tilted his head and looked at Yang Tianyan and said, "Brother Tian, this is the first time you have come to this Fighting Soul Palace, right? Although you can't see the battle screen clearly with your cultivation, it's still a sight. Xuan Jie didn't say anything after speaking, but stared at the dueling arena, his eyes moving left and right with the battle below.

Not long after, a scream came from the dueling arena, and a man was seen flying backwards towards the edge of the wall with force, and then fell to the ground and wailed.

Yang Tianding looked at it, and saw that the man was 'in tatters', which was really miserable. This 'tattered' is not the tattered clothes, but the tattered in the real sense. I saw that the man who was wailing from the bottom was missing arms and legs, and there was no intact limb on his body, which made people look so terrifying.

At the moment when the man flew out upside down, another man also appeared, and he didn't look much better than the man who fell to the ground, all of them were miserable.

I saw that the man who appeared raised his only remaining hand and waved it towards the man who fell to the ground, and a visible knife qi roared towards the man who fell to the ground. 'Poof', the knife qi passed through the neck of the fallen man, the head was instantly separated from the body, and the screams of the fallen man stopped abruptly, and then the broken body turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated with the wind......

The series of pictures just now was only between a few breaths, and during this period, the entire Fighting Soul Arena was silent, until the man who fell to the ground turned into smoke, and a whistling noise instantly sounded in the arena. Laughing and scolding human nature and ugliness, all of which are vividly displayed.

"Sword Spirit King!Sword Spirit King!Sword Spirit King!"

The originally noisy voices unified, and they all cheered the words 'Sword Spirit King'. This 'Sword Spirit King' is undoubtedly the only man left in the dueling arena.

Feeling the 'cheers' on the stage, the Sword Spirit King raised his remaining arm and waved his hand towards the audience, and then collapsed due to exhaustion. After that, out of nowhere, a few people trotted up all the way up, lifted the 'Sword Spirit King' and quickly retreated. At the moment when the 'Sword Spirit King' fell, Yang Tian caught a trace of pain, a trace of resentment, and a trace of helplessness in those numb eyes......

"Brother Tian, how do you feel, although you can't see the process, but this ending is very good, right?"

Xuan Jie's voice suddenly came into Yang Tian's ears, and Yang Tian withdrew his gaze to look at the dueling arena and looked at Xuan Jie.

I saw that Xuan Jie did not look at Yangtian, but stared at the dueling arena, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his face was 'smiling'. But the careful Yang Tian saw a trace of disgust in Xuan Jie's deep eyes. Yes, disgusted. Yang Tian couldn't understand it at all, why did he have a smile on his face, but he was extremely disgusted in his eyes?

Yang Tian was about to answer, when a voice suddenly came from the dueling arena and interrupted Yang Tian's words that he was about to blurt out. Yang Tian followed the sound source, only to see the deacon who had come up in the hall just now to arrange the duel appear in the dueling arena, and behind him stood the ghost wolf of Poison Mingxuan and his summoned pet Xiaobai.

The deacon didn't know what he was holding in his hand, but it actually had an effect similar to the microphone in his previous life, and his voice was infinitely expanded through the object in his hand, and it was estimated that even the audience sitting at the farthest and most top could hear it clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if the battle just now ignited your passion!" I saw that the deacon's enthusiasm rose instantly, if it was placed in his previous life, he must have been a famous program host.

"The 'Sword Spirit King' has won nine battles and nine victories! Only the last battle can be regained and regained! Our Fighting Spirit Hall adheres to the principle of 'fairness and justice', so we let the 'Sword Spirit King' recuperate for a month in order to recover to its best condition. ”

"In a month's time, the Fighting Spirit Hall will arrange for the 'Fire Spirit King' who has won the same nine battles and nine victories to fight against him! No matter which one of them wins, the winner will be absolutely free! This 'Battle of the Worlds' will be held in a month's time! Stay tuned, audience!"

When the deacon said this, he deliberately sold a pass, and when he saw that all the eyes on the audience were focused on him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pride.

The deacon paused, as if to organize the next words.

I saw him clear his throat twice and shouted, "What follows is a different kind of battle, although it is the lowest level of battle. However, the targets of his gambling are the two famous young men in our Lingyuan City, the young patriarch of Xuanjie and the young hall master of Poison Mingxuan!"

"For this gambling battle, the two of them have found magical necromantic pets, which are the mutated ghost wolf of the young hall master of Poison Ming Xuan and the mutated skeleton of the young patriarch of Xuanjie!"

"The deacon of the mutant ghost wolf will not be introduced, presumably everyone knows its rarity, and a whole group of ghost wolves may not be able to appear a mutated ghost wolf for a hundred years, which shows the rarity of this spirit pet!"

"And at this moment, what this deacon is focusing on is the mutated skeleton of the young patriarch of Xuanjie. ”

"Necromantic skeletons, as everyone knows, are the lowest and most common existence among the necromantic pets, and they have no attack power. However, this necromantic skeleton is no rarer than the mutated ghost wolf. ”

"Because ......"

"It's a skeleton with only intelligence!"

What it means to be wise, this deacon doesn't say much. So we've repositioned it and called it a 'mutant skeleton'!"

Without further ado, now you can start placing bets. It's still the old rule, the odds for both sides are the same, both are 1:1.5. Gambling is entertainment, and it doesn't bring much happiness! The real happiness is the whole process of fighting!"

After the deacon finished speaking, he bowed to the four directions, and then retreated from the field, leaving only Xiaobai and the mutated ghost wolf standing in everyone's sight......