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In order not to ruin the fun, the guards fed all the animals a quick-acting recovery pill, and minor injuries and illnesses were visibly recovered.

It's just that Lu Zheng, who was beaten and his cultivation was low, is also recovering quickly.

Walking upright with sound limbs, Lu Zheng didn't have a good aftertaste, so he was driven by the guards and came to the open-air arena outside the prison with all his cellmates.

The arena is circular in shape and is surrounded by a number of stepped seats.

Less than the moon, the surrounding audience was filled with all kinds of cultivators, both Taoist and demonic.

There are only ten seats in the highest row.

Many prison guards stood silently, and the cultivators sitting in the lower row couldn't help but get up and clench their fists.

Lu Zheng guessed that the person in the black robe who sat in the middle of the highest position should be the nominal owner of this ghost crying prison, and the head of the cell was released by Zhou Fang.

Zhou Fang sat firmly on a high place, and from his face, he was a cruel and irritable type.

A guard approached, reporting that everything was ready. Zhou Fang immediately got up, smiled and hugged his fists around, and said loudly: "Thank you for coming from afar! Zhou has recently collected a lot of interesting and tough animals, and he took this opportunity to add some fun to you." According to the previous rules, you can bet on each match according to your preferences. You can bet with each other, as for what the bet is, Zhou has no right to ask. So, now, the fight begins!"

With a wave of Zhou's clothes, many animals were pulled down by the necks of the guards.

Lu Zheng was held by the collar and walked last.

He understood now that the entire Devil's Cry Prison was a playground and a casino for guests, and as long as he was happy, he could do anything.

The competition adopts a one-on-one mode, and the order of play is determined by drawing.

Mo Zifeng drew the first number of lots, and the thirteenth appeared.

Before him, thirty people had come to power, but only two survived.

When Mo Zifeng appeared from the backstage with a smile, the audience began to be noisy.

It seems that most of the guests who came here to watch the fight had seen him.

"Ha! This surnamed Mo is not dead yet?"

"I don't know if he will give his all this time. ”

"Zifeng, come home with me, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

The audience screamed incessantly.

Mo Zifeng was calm, and began to roll call as soon as he came on the field.

The unlucky ghost named by him bowed his head and cursed, but he was forced to play hard because of the rules.

But the most powerful of these opponents did not last a hundred moves in his hands.

Finally it was Lu Zheng's turn.

The audience was silent at first, and then uproar.

Some people shouted loudly, very dissatisfied.

"What is this? It's only a two-star monk! I don't want to watch a cat and mouse game, I want to watch a duel, a real duel!"

Zhou Fang frowned, anger crossed his eyebrows.

No matter how bad the strength of the livestock is, it will not be the turn of an outsider to shout.

Mo Zifeng's expression remained unchanged, and he took the lead in attacking.

He thought that he could knock Lu Zheng away with one move, but he didn't want to, Lu Zheng was very tenacious.

Lu Zheng used almost eighteen kinds of martial arts, and the true qi in his body was exhausted by him in the blink of an eye, so he used the Heavenly Master's magic technique to instantly transform into a magic circle, and he came and went, and he actually caught Mo Zifeng off guard.

Some people began to applaud, and gradually felt that the drama of the mouse rebelling against the cat was not bad.

Lu Zheng almost used the concealment charm.

None of the people who were defeated by Mo Zifeng walked off the competition platform alive, and he didn't want to waste his life here. However, if the eyes were full of cultivators, if they used the concealment talisman from another world in public, the consequences might be unimaginable.

Just when Lu Zheng was hesitating, Mo Zifeng had suddenly appeared in front of Lu Zheng, and kicked Lu Zheng out of the way with a stretch of his legs.

Seeing that Lu Zheng's figure was about to fall off the stage, he would be judged defeated by the guards. Mo Zifeng was unusual, continued to pursue, and before Lu Zheng fell from the platform, he hit Lu Zheng firmly on the edge of the platform with a heavy hammer.

Dust and smoke rise. A heavy blow came from the smoke. The smell of blood began to spread from the Doutai.

Everyone applauded Mo Zifeng's murderer.

The dust and smoke dissipated, revealing Mo Zifeng, who was still smiling intact, and Lu Zheng, who was miserable. The latter didn't have a piece of complete skin on his body, and he was cleaned up by Mo Zifeng so much that he didn't even know his mother.

The guards hesitated to go on the field to announce that Lu Zheng had lost the ability to continue fighting, but saw Mo Zifeng slash his palm, and the white light pierced Lu Zheng's neck by one millimeter.

The white light landed on the ground, piercing the entire high platform in an instant.

Mo Zifeng bent down with a smile, saying "boring" in his mouth, but lowered his head to Lu Zheng's ear, whose eyes began to drift, and sighed and said, "Little Lu Zheng, you will not be able to move all night." In such a situation, the cell boss will not allow anyone else to fight against you by name. You can obediently go to the backfield and cultivate the mine for ten days, it is better than losing your life in the battle. ”

According to the rules of the Devil's Cry Prison, the winner can not fight again if he wins ten games in a row. The loser can be challenged by the winner by name without restriction until death.

Except for Mo Zifeng, almost all the livestock in the field have plans to name Lu Zheng. Because a fight with him is equivalent to a win for nothing, so why not?

This Mo Zifeng ...... In doing so, he was actually helping him!

At that moment, Lu Zheng's eyes widened, and his scattered consciousness began to gather rapidly, and his whole expression almost cracked. was forced by Mo Zifeng to hold down his face.

Mo Zifeng got up and said to the guards who were finally willing to come to the stage: "This newcomer is too boring, give me a stronger one." ”

The corners of the guard's mouth twitched, and he scolded, "This is not in order. You've won ten games in a row. Hurry down or the reward will be cancelled. ”

So, Mo Zifeng went down with a smile. And Lu Zheng was carried by the two guards with complicated feelings and thrown to the backfield.

As Mo Zifeng said, Lu Zheng lay down all night without moving, and listened to the hustle and bustle all night.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the excitement of the competition in the front court stopped. And as soon as the day dawned, he "came to life" again.

In yesterday's battle, on the surface, it seemed that he was tortured and killed by Mo Zifeng very badly, but in fact, these injuries were all outside the skin, and none of them hurt his lungs.

The guards didn't care why he recovered so quickly, and only threw him a rusty shovel.

Under the cruel laughter of the guards and the ravages of leather whips, Lu Zheng began his new job, cultivating mines.

There were about a hundred people in shackles and collars like him, all strange animals they had never seen before.

There were cattle whispering, which happened to be heard by Lu Zheng.

"I heard that the Great Demon King had another banquet last night. ”

"Wouldn't that be another great number of deaths?"

"Not really. I heard that none of the people who lost the battle survived. In the competition of livestock, the winner kills the loser, which has become an instinct engraved in the bones. ”

"But how did I hear about it? One of the animals survived?"

Lu Zheng walked away silently, looked at the shovel in his hand, and began to dig up the boundless mine.