It's time for No. 7 to play, and the opponent is No. 3 who is standing now, a strong man in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor.

Although the No. 3 slave was injured and his head was bleeding, he looked even more fierce, and he was also the seventh in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor, so he was obviously a little scared.

No. 3 and No. 7 slave fought for a long time, maybe for half an hour, and in the end, the body of No. 7 slave was carried down, and it seems that No. 3 is indeed difficult.

"Eight, it's your turn!" the staff shouted.

Zhang Ye withdrew his mind from the study of the treasure and calmed down his emotions, although he didn't know where the power of the origin came from, but he couldn't hide from the battle, so he resolutely walked to the fighting arena, if he was the slightest bit afraid or escaped, he would die like No. 7.

From the backstage through a narrow passage, the front suddenly opened up, and it was a circular sand field, wrapped in a powerful formation. Surrounded by layers of auditoriums, the seats were full, at least 100,000 people, shouting, setting off a howling wind.

"Wangcai, come on!" Near the entrance, a girl in a blue dress shouted Zhang Ye like a fan girl.

Zhang Ye glanced at her and then withdrew his gaze, full of disgust, and walked towards the number three in the field.

No. 3 is a middle-aged muscular man, very powerful, he has defeated five opponents and is still standing, but he is also seriously damaged, there is no intact skin on his body, he is all supported by one breath, and his miserable white eyes are staring at Zhang Ye, like a dying beast.

When Zhang Ye saw him, he knew that he had won this game. However, there was no joy in his eyes, and when he stood for a round or two, why wasn't it like this?

Although Zhang Ye sympathizes with the No. 3 slave, it does not mean that he will be soft-hearted, only by going all out can he live, this is the fate of being a slave, presumably the No. 3 is also thinking so now.

When the bell rang, the crowd cheered even more enthusiastically, with some shouting for the third to let the third continue the victory, and some for the eighth to let the eight finish the three.

But No. 8 took the lead, like a bruised beast, and launched the first blow to Zhang Ye, and of course, it may also be No. 8's final blow. Zhang Ye sank down slightly, holding a shield in his left hand in front of him, and holding a chopping knife in his right hand.

The swords and soldiers connected, the arc flashed, and Zhang Ye and No. 8 staggered.

The hearts of the audience were raised, and they didn't dare to come out, the scene just now was too fast, and they didn't know who won and who lost. But at that moment, Eight's head rose to the sky, and his body fell to the ground.

"No. 8 won!" The audience who was still cheering for No. 3 before also began to cheer for Zhang Ye, not that they were impressed by Zhang Ye's skills, as long as you stand, they will shout for you like chicken blood.

Zhang Ye watched No. 3's corpse being carried down, he couldn't do anything, the only thing he could do was to give him a good time.

As for the girl in blue, counting the bonus, she blossomed: "Prosperous and prosperous!"

Zhang Ye neither felt happy nor angry, closed his eyes to adjust his state, and greeted the next game in full glory.

Not long after, No. 9 came on the field, a petite woman, like Zhang Ye, in the middle of the Immortal Emperor.

But the appearance of No. 9 is obviously more able to win the sympathy of the audience, and for this reason, some local tyrants spent a lot of money and bought a powerful treasure through the management office to give to No. 9.

It didn't take long for Nine to be almost armed to the teeth.

Zhang Ye's expression was moved, can it be like this? It's too unfair, right?

Although Zhang Ye hated the girl in blue, he looked at her for help, how could he have some equipment, right? But the girl in blue just waved her pink fist: "Wangcai, you can do it!"

Zhang Ye retracted his gaze and was even more disgusted.

After the bell rang, Nine didn't feel that he was fully armed and bullying, and launched an attack on Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye held his mind, although his equipment was backward and he couldn't refine it now, Zhang Ye was essentially a forging master, analyzing the weaknesses of the armor on No. 9's body.

But No. 9 was menacing, and Zhang Ye was not given a chance at all, and the bright knife was cut down like chopping vegetables and meat.

Zhang Ye didn't dare to touch it hard, so he could only raise his shield to defend, but not long after, with a bang, the shield in Zhang Ye's hand couldn't withstand the attack and burst, if it weren't for Zhang Ye's quick withdrawal, I am afraid that his left hand would be blown into minced meat.

Although it is comparable to the ninth cultivation, the gap between this equipment is too big, and Zhang Ye turned around and ran.

In the eyes of the Immortal Emperor, the gladiatorial arena is actually not big, and he can run to the end in the blink of an eye, but Rao is like this, Zhang Ye relied on his superb body skills, flashed left and right, and did not let No. 9 catch up.

During this period, Zhang Ye continued to analyze the weaknesses of No. 9.

The audience watched Zhang Ye flee without a fight, and scolded angrily: "Turtle grandson, Lao Tzu didn't spend money to see you flee for your life, turn back and fight!"

"You can't even beat a woman, get out of the calf!"

Zhang Ye was immune to the scolding of the audience, and still dodged with all his strength, but at this moment, the master-servant contract on his body was launched: "Don't run away, go head-to-head." ”

Zhang Ye couldn't take another step forward, and looked at the blue-clothed girl who was smiling and moaning on the sidelines with resentment, this vicious woman not only helped herself, but also harmed herself?

Zhang Ye's heart was furious, but at this time, No. 9 had already caught up and slashed at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye couldn't escape anymore because he was bound by the master-servant contract, so he had to face it head-on!

Although Zhang Ye is holding an inferior chopping knife, his knife technique is derived from the bone knife Ah Hua, the knife qi is like a tsunami, and the power is endless.

Zhang Ye didn't expect this knife to kill Nine, after all, her armor was very good, but if Nine began to retreat, it would be time for Zhang Ye to fight back!

Zhang Ye stabbed No. 9 in the armpit, No. 9 was retreating because of his body, but he couldn't avoid it, and he was stabbed by Zhang Ye with panic.

However, with a bang, the armor on No. 9's body bounced Zhang Ye's slashing knife away, and No. 9 looked ecstatic and swung his knife at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye dodged, and then stabbed No. 9 in the armpit again.

No. 9 was still scared at first, but when he got to the back, he found that his armor could completely resist Zhang Ye's attack, and he was even more bold, not dodging or dodging, just attacking.

And Zhang Ye struggled to dodge No. Nine's chopping knife, but he also stabbed the knife into No. Nine's armpit from time to time, although it was useless, he was so paranoid.

Slave No. 9 laughed: "It's useless, let's die!"

No. 9 seemed to have figured out Zhang Ye's path, and brewed a big killing move, and was about to cut down on Zhang Ye.

The onlookers also applauded: "Hurry up and kill No. 8!"

Before No. 9's big move fell, Zhang Ye stabbed No. 9 again in the armpit.

Just when everyone laughed at Zhang Ye's futile appearance, they never thought that Zhang Ye's inferior chopping knife, with a poof, actually pierced from the armpit of No. 9 and never reached the hilt.

The sword qi attacked Nine's body, shattering his internal organs, and Nine's eyes were full of disbelief, and his anger fell.

The audience was stunned for a long time, and then burst into even more enthusiastic cheers: "Eight, I'm going to raise eight!"

"I see, Eight has been attacking Nine's defensive weaknesses before, and Nine is too light on the enemy, so it was breached!"

Zhang Ye killed No. 9, his face turned a little pale, although he was not seriously injured in this battle, it was extremely draining.

However, Zhang Ye did not rest, and hurriedly stripped off the armor of No. 9, although he was pierced by himself, it was generally still usable.

However, the staff came on the field, took away Zhang Ye's loot, and carried down the body of No. 9 together, even if Zhang Ye killed No. 9, but her equipment could not be used by Zhang Ye, this is the rule of the gladiatorial arena.

Zhang Ye wants to use it, and he can only be rewarded.

Zhang Ye, who understood this, was annoyed, but he also thought that he looked at the audience gracefully, he was so good, and he hoped that someone would reward two pieces of armor.

But there are only a few people who can be rewarded, and Zhang Ye may not meet their appetite, so no one rewards them.

Not long after, No. 10 came on the field, No. 10 looked like a tiger's back, and his face looked a little like a lion, in the early days of the Immortal Emperor, fortunately, he didn't get a reward, Zhang Ye thought a lot.

After the battle bell rang, the tenth suddenly turned into a lion the size of a house, spitting fire from its mouth, and the temperature of this flame was extremely high, and the lethality of the Chaos Spirit Treasure was a few points higher.

Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears, dodged left and right, and shouted to the referee: "You don't care if he cheats?"

"With racial talent, it's not cheating!" the referee replied coldly, and then said, "It's you, if you don't take the initiative to attack within five breaths, it's a foul!"

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth, count yourself ruthless! He turned over to dodge the lion's pillar of fire attack, borrowed two steps on the formation barrier of the gladiatorial arena, and then swung his knife and slashed at the lion beast.

Don't look at the lion beast cultivation is only in the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, but the race is agile, and the limbs are strong, and with one move, they avoid Zhang Ye's attack.

Zhang Ye pounced into the air, and before he could settle down, the lion beast sprayed a pillar of fire towards Zhang Ye, and the wave of fire knocked Zhang Ye into the formation barrier of the gladiatorial arena.

Zhang Ye was pressed by the pillar of fire on the barrier and couldn't move, the temperature of this flame was extremely high, Zhang Ye's immortal body was on the verge of collapse, Zhang Ye roared angrily, booming...... Smoke erupted from the place where he was, and the lion beast stopped breathing fire, shook off the smoke, and walked towards Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was lying on the ground in a scorched manner, with no breath at all, and it seemed that he was dead, so the audience began to cheer for the lion beast.

The lion beast also breathed a sigh of relief and re-transformed into a human body to recuperate, but at this moment, Zhang Ye stabbed violently, and No. 10 was unavoidable and was killed by Zhang Ye.

This sudden turn of events made the audience addicted, and a few people even threw a few crystal nuclei in the field as a reward.

Zhang Ye wiped the scorching paste on his body, he had pretended to be killed by the flames before, although the temperature of the flames was very high, but wouldn't it be humiliating to play with fire with a top forger?

However, the lion beast was agile and difficult to get close, so Zhang Ye played with him.

Zhang Ye defeated the lion beast, seeing that he only got so many crystal nuclei as a reward, he felt bitter in his heart, there was no treasure, these people were too stingy.

However, when Zhang Ye saw a crystal nucleus in front of his heel, his eyes lit up.