Time passed day after day, and without sunlight, Zhang Mochen could only calculate the time according to three meals a day.

The small black house is damp and cramped, but the daily food is still good, all freshly killed beast meat, but Zhang Mochen has no appetite, because it is all raw meat from the bloody forest, and in desperation, he can only throw it into the Qiankun bag to cheapen the miscellaneous hair.

The shouts of the crowd and the fierce roar of the beast came from his ears again, and Zhang Mochen put his ear to the door, engrossed.

"The gladiatorial arena is supposed to be a place of fighting, with an average of three fights a day. Throwing the dinner on the ground into the Qiankun bag, Zhang Mochen sat back, "This should be the last one, and another day has passed." ”

During this period of time when he couldn't talk about clothes and stretched out his hand, but he opened his mouth for food, Zhang Mochen devoted all the rest of his time to cultivation in addition to listening to the movements outside every day, although the black room was small, it was surprisingly quiet, and it was a good place to cultivate.

Zhang Mochen was calm, and the three big characters of 'Liuyun Jue' appeared in his mind, but the dense small characters that appeared later were as difficult to understand as a book from heaven.

"It took three days, and there is still no progress, it seems that this set of speed exercises is not forced to cultivate, but needs an opportunity to have an epiphany. ”

The thought was sent towards the heavenly spirit, and the purple electric pattern suddenly woke up, like a lively child, and began to be naughty when he woke up.

"The purple lightning attack is my earliest killer weapon, but it is also the slowest progress, and now it has no enhancements, how can it be good?"

This spiritual attack was a blessing in disguise for Zhang Mochen, and because of this, he didn't know how to cultivate.

However, Zhang Mochen firmly believes that the power of purple lightning is definitely more than that, and many strong people in the world have spiritual attacks, not at all like he can only urge once, do whatever he wants, split the mountain with one thought, and break the river with one thought.

"There's no room for physical tempering, it's depressing!"

The helplessness made Zhang Mochen feel a strong sense of frustration. Sailing against the current, if he doesn't advance, he will retreat, and he will not waste any time.

"Fortunately, I have a little comprehension of the second finger of the 'Three Finger Exercises'. Zhang Mochen just showed a hint of relief, and the corners of his mouth quickly raised a touch of self-deprecation, "It's just a little, and the certainty of urging is not even one percent." ”

"I'll have to find a way to get out tomorrow. Zhang Mochen sighed lightly, originally wanted to stay to understand the situation, but he stayed in the small black room for six days, except for delivering food every day, no one cared at all.

Just as Zhang Mochen was planning to escape, there was a sound of footsteps, and then the iron door that had been locked for six days was suddenly opened.

Zhang Mochen's lips trembled, and just as he wanted to speak, a pile of clothes was thrown in, and then the iron door that had just been opened closed with a 'snap'.

When he touched the black, Zhang Mochen was overjoyed, and there was half a candle and a fire twist in it.

When I quickly lit the candle, I felt a sense of relief, and it seemed that the warm sunlight shone on my face instead of a faint candlelight.

"The rules of the gladiatorial arena!"

Pushing away a pile of clothes and picking up a booklet, Zhang Mochen read it with interest.

"Damn, I'm a slave all of a sudden. After reading it carefully, Zhang Mochen directly threw the booklet aside and scolded lightly.

The gladiatorial arena, as the name suggests, is the venue of gladiatorial fighting, people fighting with people, people fighting with beasts, and beasts fighting with beasts, and it is the largest profit-making organization of the Black Dragon Gang.

The monsters here are called fighting beasts, and humans are called gladiators.

Gladiators were divided into bronze gladiators, silver gladiators, gold gladiators, and saint gladiators. Each level is divided into ten stars, one star is added for one win, and one star is subtracted for one loss, so that when you reach the ten-star Saint Seiya, you can get free.

However, it is not easy to be free, and without losing a game, it takes a full forty fights from a one-star bronze gladiator to a ten-star saint seiya. Moreover, it is all a bloody battle with real swords and guns.

"One-star Bronze Fighter!

took a small wooden sign the size of a palm, and Zhang Mochen smacked his mouth.

"Hey, my uncle's information is still wrong, this Longbo City is only a medium-sized city, just a first-class city with obvious scale and strength. Zhang Mochen put away the drama and fell into deep thought.

The Song family only has a first-level general to become a first-class force in Heyue City, but what about Longbo City? Yu Lao, who first saw a middle-level general, and now that he has seen such a scale of underground black market, I am afraid that those top powerhouses have even reached the realm of high-level generals or generals.

"Forget it, let's not go out first, let's talk about it here. ”

After a long time, Zhang Mochen made up his mind to blindly wade into deep water, and he would only drown.

After a night of silence, Zhang Mochen, who had been in cultivation, was woken up by a burst of urging.

"You five come out!" said the same little minion.

Zhang Mochen walked out hunched over, and he had been bent for six days, moving his muscles and bones vigorously, and there was a burst of bone 'click' sounds.

Turning open the shackles of Zhang Mochen's five people, the little minion said indifferently: "Today is your first gladiatorial fight, and the five of you have joined forces to deal with a second-order demon beast, whether you can come back alive depends on your own creation." ”

The other four looked dead, as if they had received a death sentence. Zhang Mochen's expression was flat, he didn't speak, and then followed the little minion towards the arena.

Passing through several doorways, the noise in his ears became louder and louder, and when a large iron door was rumbled open, a dazzling sunlight shone in, Zhang Mochen squinted and lost his vision for a short time.

Being pushed forward, Zhang Mochen struggled to adapt to the sun, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the corner of a sandy square.

"Oh..."

The deafening cheers sounded, and the appearance of Zhang Mochen's five people ignited the passion of the spectators, but these cheers were not respectful, but full of drama and excitement, because they were looking forward to the scene of these five people being torn apart by the demon beast.

The other four people, who were already nervous, became more restrained under the mountain and tsunami, and leaned close together, like frightened birds.

Looking at the shirtless and bareback crowd in the stands around him, the corners of Zhang Mochen's mouth grinned, these are all people who need blood and cruelty to nourish.

Looking back at the four people who were hugging tightly, Zhang Mochen walked slowly.

"Meeting is fate, and you will hide behind me later. ”

The strength of the wolf-skin man has reached the high-level Yuanshi, and he has become the backbone of the four.

"Just don't drag us down. The wolf-skinned man replied that Zhang Mochen gave him the impression that he was a neurotic with a lack of tendons and strings.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Mochen smiled lightly and stopped talking, retracted his gaze, and looked at the big iron gate opposite, because a vicious beast roar had already been heard there.

A coolly dressed woman twisted her waist and walked into the circular arena at this time, and smiled charmingly after looking around at the crowd of people.

"Today's first duel is five one-star bronze fighters against a second-order money leopard. Ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes open and start enjoying the bloody feast!"

The already noisy crowd became even more frenzied, like a fire being poured with gasoline, and suddenly it burst into flames.

The woman smiled seductively and quickly walked out of the arena, and in the next second after she left, the iron door rumbled open, and a vicious aura shot out, and with the rush of shaking the ground, a one-meter-high and three-meter-long leopard rushed into the arena.

The golden leopard roared in the sky, and the ferocious beast power pushed the frenzied atmosphere in the entire stand to the extreme, and then under the crazy shouts of the crowd, they rushed towards Zhang Mochen and the five people.

Feeling the strong aura of the second-order money leopard, Zhang Mochen was secretly not angry, the strength of the former was comparable to that of a middle-level yuanshi, and the other four only the wolf-skin man was a high-level yuanshi, and the other three were all middle-level yuanshi. Where is such a big disparity in a gladiatorial fight, it is simply a brutal massacre.

After all, the gladiatorial arena is a business organization, which can provide fierce fighting, but it will also satisfy people's perverted psychology, such as today's gladiatorial fight without suspense, just to let the spectators vent and enjoy the feast of flesh and blood.

"Using human life as a bargaining chip to please is really an underground city!"

Zhang Mochen scolded secretly, his right foot was lightly tapped, and his body flashed to the left, because the fierce leopard had already been killed.

The golden leopard roared past in front of him, Zhang Mochen stopped the inertia with his left foot, stretched out his right arm, and directly grabbed the former's tail. If the leopard is allowed to rush over, the four will surely die.

The tiger's butt can't be touched, what about the money leopard that is comparable to a middle-level Yuan Master? The tail was caught, and I saw it turn its head on the spot, and its foul mouth was shiny with its hideous fangs and bit away at Zhang Mochen.

"Bite him, bite him ......"

"Tear him apart!"

......

The crowd shouted frantically, eager to smell the smell of blood, however, the next second it suddenly fell silent, and in their surprised pupils, the slightly thin teenager grabbed the tail of the leopard and threw it to the ground, and then, like playing with a toy, fell from left to right, and from right to left.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The huge muffled sound continued, and the dust on both sides of Zhang Mochen was filled with dust except for the deep blood pits.

At first, the leopard let out a few screams, and then gradually quieted down. Watching the ferocious leopard being smashed back and forth as a plaything, the four wolfskin men were dumbfounded, and the stands were also silent, and the entire gladiatorial arena only had a muffled sound of smashing the ground.

Pulling the leopard up again, and then slamming it on the ground, Zhang Mochen wiped the sweat on his head, grabbed the tail with both hands, and threw the beast corpse directly to the stands after turning in place a few times.

The slaughter turned into a rampant, and not only did the spectators look like they were ghosts, but also a few people in a secret room in the gladiatorial arena were also amazed. Who would have thought that a young man who had not completely faded would be able to smash a golden leopard comparable to an intermediate Yuan Master to death? What was even more terrifying was that he could not feel a trace of vitality surging on his body at all.

Although the ending is shocking, it is an eye-catching gladiatorial battle. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause and tsunami-like shouts erupted in the sky above the gladiatorial arena.

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