The number on Luo Yang's head is impressively - 1000!

That's right, exactly 1000 is no more and no less.

According to the calculation that one vote is equal to 100 gold, this is obviously Luo Yangsheng who was directly bought by a local tyrant for 100,000 gold coins.

Not only was the audience in an uproar, but even Yan Fei, who was about to vote, was inexplicable:

Is there anyone else here who knows Luo Yang's true strength?

He didn't dare to wait any longer, just for a while, Luo Yang's odds had been reduced to 1 to 9, and God knows if anyone would follow suit and continue to lower this number.

He took the voting crystal from his seat and carefully manipulated it.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and began to observe the situation on the field.

As he expected, when the number on Luo Yang's head jumped directly from 1000 to 4500.

Everyone realized that something was wrong: no one would be stupid enough to throw money at a casino.

Therefore, this seemingly ordinary challenge must have an inside story that no one knows.

Some smart people reacted immediately and began to vote for Luo Yang, and as time went by, there were more and more smart people.

When the five-minute voting period ended, a strange result was revealed:

Emma, the king of five times, has 2765 votes, and the odds are unchanged at 1.1 to 1.

And the newcomer Luo Yang got an astonishing 34351 votes, and the odds also plummeted to 1 to 1.5.

This unbelievable scene made the director of the Colosseum stunned, and a chill rose in his heart: if the white-skinned demon wins......

No, this must not be allowed to happen, it will, it will die.

But before he could stop the game, the fat Sensen over there had already laughed strangely:

"Friends, your enthusiasm has been received, a total of nearly 40,000 votes, are you going to squeeze the slave family?"

The appearance of the cheap suddenly caused a burst of strange laughter, and even a big man stood up and shouted loudly to support him.

This made Luo Yang, who was onlookers, shudder, and looked at the warm atmosphere on the field for a long time speechless.

The world of rich people, he really doesn't understand.

Fat Sensen laughed lewdly, and pressed his hand down: "The matter of the package is to find me in private~ Now is the performance time of our warriors, I announce." He paused, and the audience fell silent for a moment.

"Challenge, open ~~ start ~~!"

Wow~ As soon as his words fell, hysterical shouts and screams filled the entire stadium in the blink of an eye.

Of course, not everyone was cheering.

Except for the supervisor who kept wiping cold sweat and praying, it was Luo Yang, who frowned on the field.

He wasn't very gregarious, and he hated the feeling of being watched like a monkey.

Let's do it quickly.

Luo Yang, who set the tone for his next move, did not activate any talent, but straightened up silently and waved it over.

In the face of opponents of the same rank, he disdains to use skills other than physical ones.

And Hammer Emma is obviously also a pure attacker, basically at the same time as Luo Yang rushed over.

It screamed, its hands clenched into hammers, and a bright white light quickly condensed on it, and then smashed down with wind pressure, and it was attacking without defense.

The battle actually came to a climax from the start, well, at least that's what most people thought.

But at this time, no one thought that the first confrontation between these two demons was the beginning and the end, including......

Luo Yang, who knocked his opponent to the ground with one hoof, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Something is wrong, very wrong, no matter how you say it, it's a four-grade demon, okay?

It was obviously a handhammer of talent, but it was like tickling.

And when can I simply kill the same level with my physical body?

He looked at the orangutan beast that was spitting black blood out, and was about to hang up, and the doubts in his heart suddenly had an answer: poison, poison!

The cheers on the field also came to an abrupt end, and the audience was also a little confused, did the Colosseum lose money and make money?

But anyway, after making money, except for three or two who didn't buy Luo Yangsheng and shouted there, basically no one would put those two words in their hearts......

"Fake punch, you, you're playing fake punch!" Somebody said it, but it came out of the mouth of the supervisor who was paralyzed on the ground.

Needless to say, the tens of millions of dollars thrown out this time, he is the man who bears the blame.

And Fat Sensen appeared "cheerfully" again at this time to save the scene:

"Alas, this ending is really beyond everyone's expectations, I didn't expect our newcomer Little White Dragon, one of his talents is actually - poison.

Still, I think everyone will love this ending, right?

So, let's get started with the second challenge of the day. ”

As he spoke, he pointed straight ahead: "Please invite the five-grade Dacheng challenger from the Middle Pole Sacred Domain, the Hundred Battles Lion Wo~Cha~De~"

Well, half of the lights in the room were all focused on a huge figure in the auditorium directly opposite Fat Mori.

Luo Yang also looked over.

But in the next second, his eyes widened, and what I wiped turned out to be the same clan of the lion's head he had eaten.

I'll rub, don't you want to be so coincidental.

"As you can see. Fat Sen continued: "Wochard is a great demon of the Spiritual Lion Clan, and its strongest record is that when he first entered the fifth rank, he continuously challenged hundreds of clansmen of the same rank without tasting a single defeat, so he was named the Lion of Hundred Battles.

Now, it is using the cultivation of the Dacheng stage to challenge our little poisonous dragon Luo Yang, who will have the last laugh?

Let's start voting for the one you like!"

With the appearance of two huge monster projections, the atmosphere on the field became warm again, and everyone deliberately ignored the scene just now and began to participate in a new round of voting.

This time it is estimated that a lesson has been learned, and the Colosseum has set the initial odds of both Luo Yang and Wochard at 1.5 to 1.

This disappointed Yan Fei, who wanted to continue to make a lot of money.

Just now, there were 3.15 million gold coins in his account, of which 2.7 million were Luo Yang's, and the remaining 450,000 were earned by his own 50,000 yuan.

But soon he was no longer depressed, because the number of votes for Nawochard suddenly increased by 10,000, which lowered its odds and raised Luo Yang's odds.

Obviously, the guy who voted 1,000 votes last time voted to invest the money he earned again.

Ha, Yan Fei is happy in his heart, but he is not in a hurry, there will definitely be fools who will continue to follow suit.

Sure enough, seeing this large-scale entry again, those who were originally in a wait-and-see state voted for Wochard.

Until the last half minute, Luo Yang's odds were as high as 1 to 7, and the number of votes was only a dismal 100 or so.

Yan Fei raised his eyebrows, so he didn't hurry to add his votes and send them.

Before the end of the voting time, the number on Luo Yang's head was changed to 31679.

Looking at the votes of the two demons, everyone was stunned, and some people even shouted the word shady excitedly.

Even Fat Sen's heart was sudden, and he glanced vaguely in a certain direction, and then raised the microphone in his hand......