The exhilarating battle ignited a fervent fire in the audience, and the drow rose to their feet and shouted enthusiastically to the only powerful man in the square—it seemed to be a matter of course, and people who were outcasts by society, regardless of their class, would always be extremely stingy with their gaze.

The black-haired man raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, deliberately avoiding the girl's gaze, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the impulse in his heart and ruin the opportunity to wait patiently.

Zhuge cast his gaze hidden in his hood to the square, and the scarlet blood that had been splashed everywhere quickly disappeared under the cover of the yellow dust raised.

The "security guards" enslaved by the Drow soldiers staggered to the location of the battlefield, with numb expressions, roaring and calling for their companions, the remains of the arachnid drow elves were so large that they had to take advantage of the sea of people to clean up the battlefield.

These strange creatures are like industrious worker ants, and under the swarm of bees, the square is clean, and there is no trace of it except for the slightest smell that wafts through the air.

Zhuge retracted his gaze, he chose to follow the direction of the cheers, and the Rachel mistress who had been sitting was standing up at this moment, and she nodded to the audience with satisfaction and nature, as if the enthusiasm of the audience was directed towards her.

Behind her in the distance, Gulrolla's strongest martial arts master bowed his head silently, leaving only a back for people, as if he had just completed a mission.

Lonely and lonely, such a picture made the outliers in the audience, Zhuge awe-inspired.

The strength of the other party is not only the strength of force, but also the persistence that is unintentionally revealed, perhaps the most shining place of the other party in this dirty and hypocritical world.

However, there is another person in the audience who is quite similar to himself, and that is the high priest of Sehelis, who is staring intently at his "father". The black-haired man moved slightly, but only to the point.

I've seen the performance of the strongest martial artist, and the black-haired man's palm gripping the hilt of the sword reveals a section of green tendons, but it is hidden in a black leather glove.

Zhuge is not a racist, but he is like a tiger waiting for an opportunity in his heart.

In the shadows, look for the prey you are about to devour.

......

"Rachel Qing. The woman in the center of the throne turned her gaze to her right, looked at the young mistress, and smiled softly, "Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too sharp. ”

The mistress who was called turned her face, she lowered her head slightly, and made a gesture of leaning, and responded: "What Barcelo said is very true, but sometimes he can't help himself. ”

"Zorn's martial arts chief really lives up to his reputation. Mistress Barcelo turned her head to look at the empty square, and counted the time of her old friend Sir Turner's appearance, and she continued, "The Rachel family is already crowned with Gullora, is it possible that the Rachel family wants to go further?"

Mistress Rachel shook her head, and she replied with difficulty: "I do not let the one-sided words of others make me judge my subordinates' loyalty to you. ”

She showed an expression of impatience, and said: "The Rachel family is sworn to defend the interests and traditions of the Barcelo family, and will never dare to have two hearts." ”

"Oh?" "Oh?" "Mistress Barcelo squinted at those beautiful eyes, but there was a cold glint of destruction in her eyes, "I heard that Rachel is still recruiting troops in private, and it is not enough to have one of the strongest martial arts masters?"

Hearing this, Mistress Rachel looked as panicked as a little woman, and she hurriedly blurted out: "How can I have such an idea, it is already an open secret that there are many people peeping into your throne except me." ”

"But it turns out that no one dares to make a small gesture right under your nose, does it?"

Mistress Barcelo watched the other party's performance amusedly, and she shook her head and said, "But the oracle from Lady Rose told me that there is a tendency among us to collude with foreigners." ”

The other party smiled knowingly, and she said, "Since you have served the Lord God for so many years, you should know her temper better. The Rachel mistress shrugged her shoulders and continued to explain lightly: "The Rachel family can only be regarded as an upstart at best, and it is beyond the power of the family background or actual ability to sit firmly in the third position, so what qualifications do we have to peep into your throne?"

"So, Rachel, dare to ask who is so bold?" said Barcelo's voice, but Rachel did not think it was a sign of kindness, she lowered her posture as much as possible, and replied sincerely.

"I can't tell for sure. ”

"Anyone in the top 10 is likely to be in the top 10 except for the Rachel family, who have just ascended to the throne. And, who do you think will be the biggest beneficiary among us?"

"Well, even if I believe you. The short, green-skinned man appeared again out of the corner of her eye, and Mistress Barcelo was about to end the conversation with Mistress Rachel, "Be good, sometimes it's a good thing for you to show some edge." ”

"Without our support, the Rachel family would be weak. You don't know, your subordinates can't sleep day and night, walking on thin ice day and night. ”

"Okay, I got it. Now you can show your means. ”

"Yes, I'm up!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Mistress Barcelo glanced at Mistress Evante, who was pretending to be serious in the arena, and Rachel lowered her head and looked at the back of her hand on her lap with a satisfied look - and the vivid spider above seemed to come to life, spitting bright red snake letters in her mind.

......

The great tremors became the symbol of Sir Turner, and whenever there was such a movement in the underground arena of Gurola, it was not far from the strangely high-pitched tone.

"Your Excellency Martial Arts Chief Zorn has not diminished in the past, young Black Pearl compatriots, it seems that your pace of progress does not seem to be fast!"

"However, now that His Excellency Zorn has served you an appetizer, the main meal will arrive as scheduled. ”

Then the short, green-skinned man stood on the two-headed giant's shoulder and fiddled with a shriveled pocket, but a look of disappointment soon came to his brow.

"You fellows, don't you all believe in miracles?" said Sir Turner, shaking his head helplessly, as if he were an old man, and in the tone of an elder, "to cherish money is to love life, but in this unchanging boredom, how can you know the beauty of surprises if you don't waste it." ”

But then he muttered to himself, but the megaphone in his hand did not put down: "Although I don't think that these sixteen arachnified drow elves can end Lord Zorn's winning streak. ”

Sir Turner seemed to be a natural optimist, and in the eyes of the black-haired man, he was like a Jew who was keen on money, and this loss and sadness were only one of the masks to hide his persistence and fanaticism.

On the face of the short, green-skinned man, the negative expression will definitely not last more than ten seconds.

"Here's the free dueling time, so feel free to sign up. Ser Turner paused, turned his gaze to the gimbal behind him, and continued his conversation, "The prize is an alien resident from the upper realms, a battle priest of the best Bane faction, and a great virgin. ”

"So, who's going to fight?"

Soon, there was movement beside Zhuge .

"Hehe, this prize is really good, if you don't get Cersilis, then you can comfort yourself with her. ”

Serafi Evant eagerly rose from his seat, and in full view of the crowd, he walked past the black-haired man and walked to the side of the High Priest of Drow.

As if by juggling, he pulled a mandala from the inside of his coat and threw it on Sehiris. Then he turned and jumped over the wall in front of the auditorium, and rolled out, looking at everyone but the throne with a defiant look.

He stretched his body and walked to the gimbal as if no one was there—and his booty was locked up, a human virgin with a delicate countenance and a plump body, he licked his lips and stared lewdly at the seductive body above.

"Oh! It's Serafi the chief of the Evant family. ”

The voice of the short, green-skinned man rang out at the right time, but his expression was very painful as he kept rummaging through his empty pockets.

"Is there anyone in Gurrola who wants to challenge the man with the title of the strongest?" Sir Turner said, "In the nature of Lord Zorne, it is basically impossible for him to participate in such a duel. But if that's the case, then my poor purse!"

"Serafi?"

"Neither Zorn nor Serafi can be beaten. ”

"The title of the next Greatest Martial Artist will be inherited by the people of Evant. This guy is looking for death!"

There was a lot of talk in the audience, and the black-haired man listened to it all in his ears.

Serafi was already close to the red-haired girl on the gimbal, and he didn't believe that there would be any more self-conscious guys at this time.

The male drow was about to reach out for his booty, but the movement from the audience made him stop and look up.

Zhuge stood up, his face expressionless, ignoring the reactions of the onlookers. He reached out to the High Priest of Drow and picked up the mandala that he had not yet recovered, and the other looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Get all the money out of you. The man's deep voice sounded like a command.

Subconsciously, Sehiris was ready to dig on herself, but it didn't take long for her to react. High Priest Drow didn't talk much nonsense, and she turned to the two women in the back seat.

At her signal, Olive and Emilia took out all the coins they had on their bodies and handed them into the hands of the black-haired man.

Zhuge slowly walked through the quiet crowd and rolled down from the wall under the gaze of everyone. The black-haired man walked up to the giant's position and tossed the coin high in his hand, landing it unmistakably into the purse in the distracted hands of Sir Turner.

"This one, I'll buy it myself to win. ”

Then, the black-haired man walked to the front of the throne, ignoring the Rachel Mistress and facing the woman in the center, removing the hood from his head to the exclamation of the crowd, revealing a face that was even more bewitching than the drow.

The strongest martial arts chief, Zorn, was hiding in the shadows, and he fixed his gaze on the black-haired man's body, the meaning of which was unknown.