It wasn't too far from the dormitory of the disciples of the Yellow Hall to the underground martial arts arena, and a moment later a huge building appeared in the jungle.

This underground martial arts arena is square, the regular shape has no characteristics at all, the surrounding trees are tall and verdant, the entire underground martial arts arena surrounds, if you stand in the sky, it seems to be a white embellishment of green.

As soon as he came, he wondered, such an obvious above-ground martial arts arena, is it embarrassing to say that it is an underground martial arts arena?

Later, Fan Chen learned from Ye Zi that this martial arts arena had been moved to the top, but due to its high reputation, the name was not changed.

And because of the tree cover, it's similar to the underground martial arts field.

Since Fan Chen had been granted the position of a personal disciple by a personal couple, he was not hindered from entering it easily.

The underground martial arts arena can carry about 30,000 people, and in the past, if you wanted to enter the underground martial arts arena to watch the game, you still need to have a certain identity, but now there is a spiritual pressure room and a ring, so spiritual cultivators will hardly come to this place, so that this place seems empty.

However, there are still a few places where there are many people, most of the visitors sit in the south stand, and Fan Chen is in the north stand, and the east and west sides are empty.

There are ten rings with a length and width of 100 meters in the center of the underground martial arts arena, and there are four huge light curtains at the top, which can slow down the situation of the competition scene in real time, which looks very professional.

There are referees and hosts in front of each ring, who must be in charge of the deposit of the best spirit stones and some formalities.

Looking at the mountains of top-grade spirit stones piled up on the deposit table, Fan Chen suddenly felt a little short of breath.

Fuck your sister.,This is going to be sent!!

So, our mortals and young men walked towards the ring without hesitation.

As soon as Fang came to the deposit table, Fan Chen suddenly felt a trace of heat, of course, now Fan Chen has changed his appearance, looking like a hooligan ruffian, even if it is Mu Ying, he can't recognize him at first sight.

There's no way, I'm too famous, if I appear here, I'll be bombarded by the audience every minute.

For the sake of your own safety and freedom, let's change your appearance.

Along the way, no one has been able to do it themselves, and they look like others owe them millions, who wants to take care of themselves?

paid a deposit of 1,000 top-grade spirit stones, and all the belongings of Fan Chen were gone.

And the surrounding spiritual cultivators all looked at Fan Chen with a shocked expression, and they couldn't figure out why this guy pressed so many spirit stones on him.

Moreover, the opponent is actually a ring overlord at the pinnacle of cultivation - Yuan.

Hearing this, Fan Chen laughed at the time, fucking such garbage is also called a hegemon?

Luo Tianchang is stronger than him.

Of course, our Comrade Fanchen was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, so he only played in the second game.

Fan Chen's eyes turned bright and looked at Yuan who was standing next to the ring, his eyes burning.

Perhaps it was because he felt the fighting spirit of Fan Chen's heart, Yuan actually turned his head and looked at Fan Chen with a haughty attitude, Fan Chen's current appearance is very ordinary, belonging to the type that will be forgotten at a glance, far less 'outstanding' than Yuan.

But the knife beside Fan Chen was by no means ordinary, and could even be said to be hideous.

It was taller than mortal dust, with two dazzling blood grooves on its body, and countless curved barbs that were incomparably sharp.

No matter how bad the eyes are, people can see the difference of this knife at a glance, because its appearance is so wild, even if Fan Chen puts it next to him and does not move, he can still feel the destructive momentum.

The temperament on Fan Chen's body is as wild and uninhibited as his knife, which together gives people a heavy sense of oppression, coupled with Fan Chen's hairstyle that does not match his age, and his calm and calm spirit like water, Yuan only took a look at him and remembered him firmly that Fan Chen would be an opponent worth fighting.

The round face hooked a wicked smile, and the thumb of his right hand stretched out towards the mortal dust, and then slowly flipped over, the tip of the thumb towards the ground.

Of course, this kind of cosmic universal gesture Fan Chen understood, he only felt that the battle intent in his chest was surging again, and he stood up with a pout, and his left hand was gently holding the handle of the knife.

After about a second, Fan Chen let go of his hand a little unwillingly, sat back in his place, and became like a stranger.

Fan Chen was silent, his eyes looked at Fang Yuan without fear, and a little spark burst out silently.

There are thousands of people in the underground martial arts arena, and Fan Chen's move is not out of line, so not too many people pay attention to it.

Sitting due east, the supporter - Shadow, but saw this scene very clearly, he frowned slightly, touched his beard with one hand, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Fan Chen's hole card shadow is very clear, from the perspective of temperament, Fan Chen is very likely to be a rare knife master, and his cultivation is really not high-level.

Looking at Fan Chen, the shadow kind of saw the rising star-Fan Chen.

Shaking his head, Ying dispelled his absurd thoughts, Fan Chen was not something he could comment on, he was the one who opened the door to a new era.

The underground arena was noisy, and more and more people gathered, and no one noticed that there was a pair of red white eyes next to a small window, secretly watching every move in the venue.

All the disciples didn't notice this, but this seemingly ordinary ring had a deep meaning.

Shadow stood up, his expression solemn, and the huge underground arena suddenly became silent, and people were quietly waiting for him to announce the start of the game.

Coughing deliberately, Ying said some words that everyone should not put people to death in the disciples of the same battle sect today, and nagged about some rules of the game and the punishment of cheaters, and then sat back in his place.

Although this is the case, the real competition will kill people.

Don't look at the movie, there is nothing on his face, there is a smile on his face that is a little childish, but he knows very well what is hidden behind this ring, and his heart is already so nervous that he can't help it.

This circle has repeatedly challenged the order of the underground martial arts arena, and it is in the ring, but because the battle is always won, the host side has lost a lot of spirit stones.

If you lose the next two games, you will have to retire.

The disciples didn't know the reason, after the film announced the start of the game, everyone stood up and slapped their hands, with a little expectation on their faces, and applauded loudly, in their opinion, this was just a very simple competition to get money.

On a big tree outside the underground martial arts arena, the figure sat cross-legged, a pair of red white eyes were dim, and his head shook and shook, as if he was very dissatisfied with everything in the underground martial arts arena.

He stood on tiptoe and seemed to want to leave, but he quickly dispelled this thought, and continued to sit cross-legged in the treetops, like an old monk sitting in meditation, but he lacked a set of wooden fish in his hand.

As soon as Shadow announced the start of the competition, Yuan strode up to the ring and jumped lightly, his hands clenched into fists, and then slammed together, bones colliding with bones with a dull sound, like war drums.